(on a bench after training)
j: y’know, back before I transferred back to City, right when we got Dani, I actually were hurt.
j: like, when ted made a little, like, thing about me not playing ‘cause I were hurt, I actually was. I had a fractured shin.
r: fuck me, why didn’t you just say that?
j: i dunno. i were being a total prick and i kinda deserved it so… i just waited ‘til he stopped. i’d tell him later, yeah? oh shit! you cannot tell him.
j: because, i dunno, he’ll get like weird and touchy with me like… like after wembley and it makes me feel weird.
(in the coaches office before practice)
r: oi! i’m calling a fucking… meeting or some shit.
t: a meeting of… diamond dogs?
r: no! it’s serious shit, it’s about… it’s about jamie.
b: what’d he do this time, coach? run too fast ahead of you on the way to work?
t: oh! did he sass you really quiet under his breath before doing exactly what you asked?
n: did he act like a prick when you gave him express permission to act like a prick?
t: that’s a good one, nate.
r: he fucking lied. to me. the everyone in this room, and it’s- it’s fucking with me.
r: i’d forgotten until he brought it up… but do you remember when you first came to richmond, right when we got Dani?
*ted and beard share a look*
r: and i’m not saying he didn’t deserve it because the prick definitely did, but when he said he said he couldn’t practice, ‘cause he was hurt, and he got that fucking speech from you… he actually was hurt. fractured shin, from a bad tackle.
r: whats fucking me up thought, is that he remembers. he doesn’t just remember, he fucking forgave you. and if he remembers you yelling at him one fucking time then how much shit does he remember me doing to him? shit i couldn’t even think of with a gun to my head, that he’s just been sitting with. for years.
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