I'm sorry, you can sit there and look and play with all your silly machines as much as you like.

Is Gas going to have a crack?

Yes, you know.

Oh, he's there!

Brilliant!

Pachie! He's round the goalkeeper! He's done it!

Absolutely incredible!

He launched himself six feet into the crowd, and Kung Fu kicked.

A supporter who was eyewit without a shadow of an out giving him lip.

Oh, I say, it's amazing.

It does it tame, and tame, and tame again. It does attain and tame and tame again.

Crank up the music.

Chargerglass.

This nation is going to dance all night.

Part one of our 8 to Z brought us aces, bust-ups, custodians, daisy-cutters,

echelons, foot races, guilt-edge chances, hardy souls, ill-tempered cut ties, just hours after, Keystone Copps and Lockers.

Well, it's time to finish what we started.

Brought to your ears by the Athletic, this is football cliches. Rejoining me for this second half, it's an unchanged lineup. First of all, Charlie Eccleshare, a man now just two appearances away from triggering his co-host clause in his contract. How are you doing, Charlie? Yes, I'm good. How are you doing, Adam? Yeah, fine, thanks. Also with us, football writer, Polyglots, an author of Do You Speak Football?

It's Tom Williams. Hi, Adam. How excited are you for the second half of this alphabet? Oh, very excited. I mean, we left things on such a cliff edge at the end of part one, and I've had the second part of the alphabet just rotating around in my brain ever since. Excellent. You had to hear it. Okay. Well, my message to you is, hey, this does not fucking slip now.

This does not fucking slip. Listen, there's an A to L is gone. We go the letter M. Exactly the same.

We go again. And for the rest of you, you can enjoy the athletic for free for 90 days.

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