boyo 1: Wayne, you are a fat bastard. Fat and stupid.
boyo 2: And here he goes now ... he's errr ... he's winding up ... he's winding up
boyo 1: There's tension, there's tension
boyo 2: ... he's winding up ... oh wait a minute, wait a minute
boyo 1: He's missed the fucking lot - that was shite, absolutely shite. Well - I don't know about you Paul, but I'm very disappointed.
boyo 2: Yeah - well he's winding up. The boys been playing so much but he's got no talent. No fucking talent.
boyo 1: Very disappointing.
boyo 2: No fucking talent... oooohhhh... he's missed ...
boyo 1: Three bolters. Score is zero...
boyo 2: What a load of shite
boyo 1: ... What a lot of rubbish.