MARTIN. I never thought we should live through the season. And here we are at the end of it still alive and kicking.
AUSTIN. They'd better kick to some purpose to-day, Martin, or——-
MARTIN. It'll be all right, sir.
AUSTIN. You're a sanguine fellow. Suppose we lose. Second Division. No dividends. No dividends, no Club. No Club, no Secretary, Martin.
MARTIN. Don't talk about it, sir. It's not losing my job. That doesn't matter. But the thought of Blackton going down is more than I can bear.
AUSTIN. Yes. It's ugly. You're a good fellow, Martin.
MARTIN. Don't mention it, sir. I love the game.
AUSTIN. The game! Yes. Always the game.
MARTIN. I often wish this side didn't exist, though it is my bread and butter.... That's the whistle. They're playing.
AUSTIN. Yes. Didn't you know? They'd begun before I came in here.