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Post by razzor on Apr 14, 2008 12:37:42 GMT
This is the speech TP and staff played to the players before the Coventry game - it does send shivers down ya spine!! He should keep playing it before each game...one of my favourite movie moments this is!! Come On Stoke!!!
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Post by vestanpance on Apr 14, 2008 12:43:55 GMT
Sorry Mate, American Bollocks
KING HENRY V: Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English. Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'
That;s a fucking speech. If that does nothing for you, you're either not English, or your dead and haven't worked it out yet.
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Post by scfc147 on Apr 14, 2008 12:44:29 GMT
Absolute Quality!!!!!! Fucking Genius Tone!!!!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2008 12:44:51 GMT
Speach? It's all fucking bollox.
If they can't motivate themselves for these last 3 massive games then they want shooting (with an air rifle, in the patella)
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Post by vestanpance on Apr 14, 2008 12:47:11 GMT
I'm slightly concerned that a manager has to resort to using other people's speeches.
Should he not use his own, instead of some overly dramatic piece of hollywood nonsense?
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Post by StatesideStokie on Apr 14, 2008 12:48:01 GMT
I have, myself, full confidence that if all do their duty, if nothing is neglected, and if the best arrangements are made, as they are being made, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our home, to ride out the storm of war, and to outlive the menace of tyranny, if necessary for years, if necessary alone. At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is the resolve of Tony's Red & White Army-every man of them. That is the will of St.Peter and the Stokie nation. The Britannia Faithfull and their beloved team, linked together in their cause and in their need, will defend to the death their native soil, aiding each other like good comrades to the utmost of their strength. Even though large tracts of the West Midlands and many old and famous rivals believe themselves mightier than ourselves, as they try and disguise their fear by dismissing us as long-ball merchants who cannot compete with their purist ideologies , we shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end, we shall fight at home and away, we shall fight in defence and in the middle of the park , we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our goal, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the wings, we shall fight the enemy in their own box, we shall bombard them with corners and throws and physical strength, we shall fight on the deck and attack with style and flair; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this city or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, (excluding those already subjugated and starving ***** from Boslem of course) , armed and guarded by the Red & White Army, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the Premiership, with all its power and might, is liberated with an almighty rendition of Delilah." GOOOOOOOOOOOARN STOKE! FUCK OFF WEST BROM!
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Post by razzor on Apr 14, 2008 12:48:35 GMT
I know its American, but im just saying that this is what they watched before they crossed that white line on saturday and got us them vital 3 points!!
Must have worked in some way...thought Lawerence was really pumped up! Im sure they don't need this to get them pumped up for the last 3 games but im sure it helps!!
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Post by vestanpance on Apr 14, 2008 13:24:09 GMT
Good effort Stateside, expect Karma for some shameless ripping off of the greatest orator of modern history.
I salute you sir.
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Post by StatesideStokie on Apr 14, 2008 13:27:58 GMT
I thank you, sir!
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Post by thevue on Apr 14, 2008 13:28:52 GMT
i would get Martin Johnson in there,he knows how to get the troops up for it.
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Post by pez75 on Apr 14, 2008 13:41:29 GMT
Hang on - I presume this was played before KO & we were wank first half. So it didnt work did it?
Whatever was said at half time had far more effect (a good old-fashioned bollocking I hope).
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Post by vientianescfc on Apr 14, 2008 13:46:31 GMT
Pez the Al Pacino speech was played at half time.
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Post by pez75 on Apr 14, 2008 13:50:44 GMT
No it wasnt.
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Post by mark71 on Apr 14, 2008 13:55:16 GMT
I prefer this. IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
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Post by vestanpance on Apr 16, 2008 13:18:35 GMT
Rudyard Kipling. I have that on my wall at home, next to my Stanley Matthews picture.
It's a beautiful piece of work.
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Post by nmscfc1976 on Apr 16, 2008 13:23:33 GMT
who told you they played that?
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Post by Big John RIP on Apr 16, 2008 13:25:54 GMT
Nmscfc it was in the sentinel
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Post by nmscfc1976 on Apr 16, 2008 13:26:58 GMT
right just wondered
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