Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I brought a bottle of mezcal to throw into the curse fire.
She was the one who got me into football in the first place.
But that's mainly from loving Harry Potter.
Man City recalled him.
-Aces. -Aces.
Hey, Coach, you joining the party or what?
For you, Sam, I will.
-Isis. -No, that sounds like "ISIS."
It might be nice, right? What do you think, Coach?
So, what's up, Jamie?
Rebecca's got me in to help with the team's PR.
In 1914, the war was raging. There was no tryout.
Don't worry about it. You've got this.
-"Pee-pee fingers." -"Pee-pee fingers."
Football is Life
Fuck off. It's adorable.
You're all here because of this poster behind me.
Gentlemen, I need you to gather up the rest of the fellas.
Well, Ms. Welton, I really hope you can participate in this ceremony
Tell you what. Do me a favor.
-'cause we're never gonna see him again. -Hey, that's enough!
Hi, Jamie. What do you need?
Hey, would you guys mind grabbing this for me?
-That'll be all, Higgins. -Of course.
about a kid who grew up in a shit part of South London.
Came here in the summer transfer window, was immediately injured,
-Semantic satiation. -Yeah.
We know we are, we're sure we are. We're Richmond till we die.
We're all going to fucking do it!
Your biscuits.
Jamie doesn't.
Rojas rojas Rojas Rojas Rojas
I don't love the word "bury," you know what I mean?