| 00:00 - 00:03 | Right boys, we're going to get a game going. |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | I've checked online. There's availability |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | in Celbridge and Tallaght. |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | If your knees alright, and you can do this week, I can do Tuesday... |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | and we can car pool in mine and I can drive to wherever you prefer. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Great. Send the Whatsapp out. |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | See who's coming. |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Boss, |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | I sent... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | We sent a Whatsapp to the lads already. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | Hugh said he can play. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Out of the room, except Frank, Terry, Matt and Butler. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | What did I fucking say?! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | Make sure he's not invited I said! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | He's useless! The one night of the week I get to leave the kids for a few hours |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | and that cow of a wife. |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | And I've to go with that fool! |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | My grandmother moves across the court just as quick. |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | He swings around like he has flies in his face. |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | May aswell of fucked my money in the bin! |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Boss, he said we can drink in the bar after... |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Fuck the fucking bar! It's never even open! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Boss, he bought snacks for you... |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Listen to yourself Frank! Spouting rubbish! |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | You're not even Irish! |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | You don't understand what it's like. |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | One small game a week with the boys is all |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | I ask in this miserable little life of mine. |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | I only ever became friends with him to get closer to his wife anyway. |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | And now, look at what's happening. Padel buddies. I'll break his legs. |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | Can I not have a single hobby? |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | You may take my bat now, roll it in shit and fling it in a skip! |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | It's all gone to ruin now. |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | I was good. I had a dream inside. |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | Padel Champion of the World. |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | Inviting him... |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | I promise you this, I will never forget this betrayal. I can't boys! |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | I've spent umpteen hours practicing. Backhand. Forehand. |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | Don't laugh, but I wanted to go be the Olympics champ. |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | Or at least the local Celbridge Champ. |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | I've to stay home now with that blonde bitch. |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Lorraine, he doesn't mean it. |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | Probably Frank who sent the whatsapp? |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | I invite you in, then you stab the boss in the back. |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | It's your fault. |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | You prick. It's over. |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | You'd a high opinion of yourself by the way. Having never even played before. |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | A yank who tries a smash every shot... |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Reckons he's 3.5 |
