Borrowed and revised from Platoon:

You talking about soccer? Hmm? Y'all experts? Y'all know about soccer? I'd like to hear about it, aleheads. [takes Newcastle Dark and swigs] Are you drinking this shit so's to escape from reality? Me, I don't need this shit. I am reality. There's the way it ought to be, and there's the way it is. This no leader stuff is a bunch of shit. You need a crusader. Now, I got no fight... with any F.O.G player who does what he's told. But when he don't, the goal scoring machine breaks down. And when the machine breaks down, we break down. And I ain't gonna allow that... in any of you. Not one. [hands glass back and spits] Y'all need a leader (Schwabbie). Oh, you wanna kick ass. Yeah. Well, here I am, all by my lonesome. And there ain't nobody gonna know. Six (if anyone shows up!), of you boys against me. Score on me. Huh. I score on all of you.