Back The Club
Chapters (8)
  1. Playwright’s Biography
  2. THE GREATEST GAME OF ALL
  3. WINNERS AND LOSERS
  4. THE PLAY IN THE THEATRE
  5. FIRST PRODUCTION
  6. CHARACTERS:
  7. ACT ONE
  8. ACT TWO

JOCK: Overweight drunks?

TED: That’s what you think of your supporters, eh? The lifeblood of the Club. Overweight drunks? Let me tell you something, Rowe. Watching the game every week up there in the grandstand is more financial and business expertise than you’re ever likely to meet in your lifetime. Last week I had Sir Richard Tanner on one side of me and Arthur Mowbray on the other, and for your information they were both drinking tomato juice.

DANNY: If you’d been there since morning it’s probably all that was left.

TED: That’s a pretty low sort of crack, Rowe. I’ve never been drunk to the point of social embarrassment in my life.

DANNY: Not much you—

GERRY: Come on, fellas. This is getting—(us nowhere)

TED: When have you ever seen me drunk, Rowe?

DANNY: The fund raising dinner for a start.

TED: I was sober all the evening.

GERRY: Fellas, this is—(really quite beside the point)

DANNY: You couldn’t get out to that stripper fast enough.

TED: She asked me to take off her garter.

DANNY: She didn’t ask you to fall flat on your face after you’d done it.

TED: You’re very smart, aren’t you, Rowe? Very, very smart. You just might need my signature on a clearance form one day soon. Just remember that.

DANNY: Why would I want a clearance?

TED: Because some interstate club might offer you money.

DANNY: I wouldn’t take it. I’m staying here.

TED: What if you can’t hold your place in the team?

LAURIE: Ignore him.

DANNY: Hold my place? What are you talking about? I’m fitter now than I ever was.

TED: You’re nearly twenty-nine, Rowe, and you’re slowing down and we can keep you here as long as we like, playing out the rest of your football in the reserves. Remember that.

LAURIE: Any more of this and I’m leaving.

TED: Well damn him. He comes barging in here uninvited, threatening strikes and calling me a drunk. It’s about time someone brought him to his senses. He only got twelve kicks last week. I saw the statistics.

LAURIE: The number of kicks means nothing, it’s the—(way he)

DANNY: It’s the first time I’ve dropped under twenty since the start of the season, Parker.

TED: It’s the first time you’ve found yourself playing against a classy opponent.

GERRY: (irritated) For God’s sake. None of this is relevant.

LAURIE: The number of kicks means nothing. It’s the way he disposes of them that counts.

DANNY: He wouldn’t have taken his eyes off his grog for long enough to see what I did with ’em.

TED: I watched the match from start to finish and Wilson was beating you pointless whether Laurie realised it or not. You should have been shifted off him after the first ten minutes.