What each Beatle would do.

John: *screams loudly at the players in the team until he gets so ticked off he throws a pom-pom at one of them*

Paul: *is jumping up and down and shouting words of encouragement*

George: *sits on the ground eating a Twinkie and doesn't even pay attention to the game*

Ringo: *cheers for the wrong team until John smacks him with his remaining pom-pom*

What they would say.

John: What is this~ peewee football? Come on! Get your thick head in the game! You move like my grandmother, number 83! What do you mean that was a foul, ref? That ain't no foul! Don't look at me like I'm from outer space! You're the one who doesn't know the rules to football!

Paul: You guys got it! Let's go, Sheepdogs, let's go!

George: *takes a huge bite out of his Twinkie* What sport is this? It looks like a lot of running and knocking the heck out of each other. Ooh! That looked like that hurt. He might need to go to the hospital.

Ringo: Come on, Bulldogs! Bulldogs! Yes, they made a touchdown! Yes! Ow! John, why did you hit me with your pom-pom?