Make Rebecca Great Again

Nathan Shelley: Right. Roy.

[Roy stands and slowly walks over to face Nathan]

Roy Kent: Go on. Say what you're gonna say.

Nathan Shelley: [looks at his notes] Okay...

[Roy grabs the note sheet, crumples it, and throws it to the floor]

Roy Kent: Don't read it. Say it to my face.

[pause]

Nathan Shelley: The great Roy Kent. You're old now. And slow. And your focus drifts. But your speed and your smarts were never what made you who you are. It's your anger. That's your superpower. That's what made you one of the best midfielders in the history of this league. But I haven't seen it on the pitch at all this season, Roy. I mean, you used to run like you were angry at the grass. You'd kick the ball like you'd caught it fucking your wife, for Christ's sake. But that anger doesn't come out anymore when you play. But it's still in there. And I'm afraid of what it's gonna do to you if you just keep it all for yourself.