Linguaphone 11.2.4 the end of the game

The end of the game
Simon: May I buy an ice-cream, too?
Mr. Hunt: Of course. Buy me one, too.
Tim: Me too, please.
Simon: May I have another ten pence, Dad?
Mr. Hunt: Here you are.
Simon: Who’s winning now?
Tim: Arsenal are … three: nil. They’ve scored another goal. 
Simon: Is this the last fifteen minutes?
Tim: Yes, it is. 
Simon: Good. Liverpool can’t score four goals in a quarter of an hour.
Mr. Hunt: Yes, they can. Look! There’s a man running up the left wing. Now he’s got the ball.
Simon: Yes, that’s Hedge. He plays for Liverpool. He always scores. 
Mr. Hunt: Yes, you’re right. Pass it, Hedge. No, he’s trying for a goal. Shoot! Shoot! A goal!
Simon: No, it isn’t.
Mr. Hunt: Yes, it is. What a goal!
Simon: And that’s the end of the game. Arsenal have won again – three: one.
Mr. Hunt: Yes, and Liverpool have lost. Oh well … they sometimes win … others times they lose. That’s football!