Ash：It's a tragedy, it's a bloody tragedy. My football team, gone under. I spent half my life down that club! Butcher Boyland, Chopper Norris, cup of BOV, dog roll...
Albert：Is he still speaking English?
Ash：And now it's gone, just like that. Part of your heritage, part of my community, gone forever. And do you want to know why? Cos it got infected, didn't it? Infected with the same disease that's going to kill'em all off soon enough, greed. I want to tell you a story, about a man who had a dream that ordinary fellas would come together once a week and worship. And these gods that we came to adore, they weren't invisible deities who demanded we fear them or abase ourselves before them. Nah, these gods were just like us, hard-working men who came from the same factories we worked in, who played for the same reasons we watched. For the joy! Not for the money, not for the fame, not for the loose cars and fast women. Because they loved what they did! Let me tell you. In 1862, Ebenezer Cobb Moreley had a dream that this beautiful game of ours would be played in every town, every village, every city in the land. And now, 150 years after he formed the Football Association of Great Britain, that dream lies in tatters, my friends. Ripped apart by the greed of the players, the managers, the owners and the ones that corrupt them all, the agents. Well, I say to you, we can no longer sit back and watch this dream die forever, watch communities like Railton be ripped apart, because football is my game! Football is your game! Football is our game! And I, want it back!!!
文化，是用来膜拜的。而不是用来消遣、消费的。那些个被人嫌弃不具备市场价值的，往往才是最难能可贵的。因为，这与金钱无关。
Ash站在保住了的小小的家乡俱乐部球场里
一手举着热狗卷，一手举着啤酒，大声地欢呼着俱乐部的名字
Come on, you Railton!!!
