Fergus Suter. You and I are going to make history. That’s the reason I brought you here. Only gentlemen have lifted the cup. Men from fine schools,
with fine clothes, fine lives. Imagine what it would mean
to see men like us lift it. That’s the dream. The business of football
is growing. You’re afraid of them, aren’t you? You are afraid new teams like Darwen
will take over your game. We invented it. For gentlemen. I’ve seen you play. You’re a genius. People won’t stop shouting your name. The market is saturated. Our mills are struggling to turn a profit. Whilst our wages are being cut,
you were paying them to play football. -But that’s against the rules.
-Rivalry is good for business. Their stomachs will be empty
long before our pockets. I love you, Arthur.
But this game brings out the worst in you. There are people who don’t think
working men should be playing the game. I feel like a fraud. You’ve got a gift, son.
A chance to get out of this life. I can’t keep thinking about
the life that might have been. I know we have to find a way through this. I care about the people that live here. I hate to think they’ve been
walked over by anyone. That’s an excuse to riot, is it? Don’t you see what’s happening?
We are not free to live our lives. They’re desperate. They want
a better life, who can blame them? The time for talking is over! The only way to show them
that they are wrong is to beat them. This is bigger than football,
bigger than any of us. This is your dream, Fergus. Remember that. It’s clear what the people want.