Между жизнью и смертью (монолог из к, ф Каждое воскресенье)

I don t know what to say, really. Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives. All comes down to today, and either, we heal as a team, or we re gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play. Until we re finished. We re in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And, we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb outta one inch at a time. Now I can t do it for ya, I m too old. I look around, I see these young faces and I think, I mean, I ve made every wrong choice a middleaged man can make. I, uh, I ve pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who s ever loved me. And lately, I can t even stand the face I see in the mirror. You know, when you get old, in life, things get taken from you. I mean, that s a part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losin stuff. You find out life s this game of inches, so is football. Because in either game life or football the margin for err