-I love yeh, son, said Jimmy Sr. He could say it and no one could hear him, except young Jimmy, because of the singing and roaring and breaking glasses. -I think you're fuckin' great, said Jimmy Sr. -Ah fuck off, will yeh, said Jimmy Jr. -Packie saved the fuckin' penalty, not me. But he liked what he'd heard, Jimmy Sr could tell that. He gave Jimmy Sr a dig in the stomach. -You're not a bad oul' cunt yourself, he said.