Transcript (en)

You lot may all be internationals and have won all the domestic honours there are to win under Don Revy. But as far as I'm concerned, the first thing you can do for me is to chuck all your medals and all your caps and all your pots and all your pans into the biggest fucking dustbin you can find. Because you've never won any of them fairly. You've done it all by bloody cheating. Mr William Bremner, you're the captain and a good one. But you're no good to the team and you're no good to me if you're suspended. I want you fit for every game and I want good, clean, attractive football from my captain, starting next week at the charity shield. And you, Irishman. God gave you skill, intelligence and the best passing ability in the game. What God did not give you was six studs to wrap around another player's knee. Now, things are going to be a little different around here without Don. Might feel a little strange at first, might pinch a little like a new pair of shoes. But if you want your grandchildren to remember you as being something other than the dirty buggers you once were, if you want to be loved as real champions, worthy champions, you're gonna have to work.