Goal! Page #3

- Get Adie off.

- Adie. Come off.

OK. Pal. Swap bibs with him.

Do your best.

Hey. Mal. Mal. Who's the muppet?

He's from Mexico. Be gentle. Son.

Yeah. I'll look after him.

Hey. Yo. Hey. Yo. Yo.

That's it. Phil.

- How are you. Mal? Bobby. How are you?

- All right. Boss?

Franny. Bring the kid into the game.

Look at me.

Here. Yo. Yo.

Oh. F***.

- What? A bit louder. Please.

- Oh. Come on.

Here.

All right. Let me call you back.

Let the kid take it.

Go on. Have a go.

Face up. How many?

Adios. Amigo.

Santiago.

Get yourself a shower.

I don't know. Glen.

My legs wouldn't do

what my brain was telling them.

I'll be better tomorrow. I promise.

There's not gonna be

a tomorrow. Santiago.

Get in the car.

You know. My father believes

people have a place in life.

You work. You feed your family.

You die.

And it's foolish to think otherwise.

- Excuse me. Sir...

- I had a word with the fellow on the door.

He said I could come in and just look

for someone. I won't be a second.

Mr Dornhelm.

Glen Foy from this morning.

Listen. I'm sorry

to interrupt the proceedings.

Have I missed all the boring speeches?

I'm making one of the "boring" speeches.

This distraction is not welcome.

Well. If you'd answered my calls.

I wouldn't be here.

- What do you want?

- Listen. This kid. Santiago Munez.

- Would you like to sit here?

- Sure. Thanks.

Listen. He's grown up

in poverty and hardship

and his only way out

is his skill with the ball.

He's flown 6.000 miles on my say-so.

He's jet-lagged. He's nervous.

You know. He's never seen mud before

and you put him on a pitch like that.

And then you spend

the whole time on your mobile.

- I saw him flat on his ass most of the time.

- Yet there was one moment of magic.

When he took the ball on the bounce.

- Turned Magowan. Took it down.

- I saw it.

Looks good.

Hear they do you well here.

Listen. When I was a scout.

I used to spend the whole time.

On muddy days.

Watching young lads

clogging the shite out of each other.

And just once in a while. There'd be one

that'd come along and lift your heart.

Like this lad.

Just give him a month.

Ah. So you found all my yesterdays?

I was just looking.

My wife made this scrapbook.

You never told me

you were a major-league player.

Aye. Well. Not for as long as I'd have liked.

- Why?

- Got an injury. Did my knee in.

Look at that.

Shorts were shorter. Hair was longer.

Didn't make 8 million a year. Either.

- But you were still heroes.

- Oh. Aye.

Footballers have always been heroes.

Even in my father's day. Earning 8 a week

and working down the mine

at the same time.

- There you go.

- No. I can't accept it. It's too special.

I'm not giving it to you.

Just try it on.

I want to see what you look like

in the black and white.

- What's the point?

- What's the point?

Well. You've got a month's trial.

Better phone your granny again.

Right. Listen up. You lot.

This is Santiago Munez. He's from Mexico.

- No. Los Angeles.

- Los Angeles. Whatever.

Before this day's done.

I want you to let him know who you are.

OK. Right. Let's get to it.

Push it hard. Hard.

Nice one. Franny.

Nice work. Come on.

Come on. Santiago.

- Santi. I've been to Mexico once.

- Did you like it?

Gave me the shits for a week.

One day. Son.

But not today. Come on. Move.

Thank you.

- Do you want to sit down. Please?

- OK.

- It may be a little high.

- Why's that?

Well. 'cause you are so close

and you smell nice.

It's normal.

- Are you the club doctor?

- No. I'm his nurse. He'll examine you soon.

- Did you fill in the paperwork?

- Yeah.

Just a couple of words I didn't understand.

OK. Like what?

Like this one here.

That's "cardiovascular".

It means "heart problems".

Oh. No. No.

And how about that one?

"Respiratory" - do you have any problems

with your lungs or breathing?

Do you?

No.

Do you wanna step on the scales?

Right.

- What's your name?

- Nurse Harmison.

- I mean your first name.

- You don't need to know that.

You don't need to know where I live.

What my star sign is.

Or what I'm doing on Saturday night.

- I'm gonna have to take blood.

- Oh. Man. Really? I don't like needles.

But you have a tattoo.

Or is that a rub-on transfer?

- That was a gang thing.

- You were in a gang?

Not any more.

There's only three ways to get out

of a gang - you get shot. You go to jail. Or...

In my case. You have a grandmother

who kicks some sense into you.

Sorry. Tough guy.

- What's your problem?

- Problem? What problem?

- Come on.

- Ignore him. He's a tit.

- Walk away.

- He's a knobhead. Laughing at you. Mate.

- He's a knobhead. Mate.

- Hey. Forget him.

- Knobhead? Knobhead?

- Come on. Let's get a game going.

- How long did they give you?

- A month.

A month?

That's not long.

At least I got six.

I was with Tranmere Rovers before this.

They signed me from school

when I was 14.

- How's it going?

- Early days.

That's Gavin Harris.

They just signed him for 8 million.

Dining with the bum-bandit today.

Are we. Jamie?

Hughie Magowan's 33. Unless every other

centre back in the squad breaks his leg.

- He'll not play for the first team again.

- Why be so pissed with me?

Well. You're the new kid on the block. Son.

You've got something he never had - flair.

Flair?

Aye.

You know. Most players. Myself included.

They play within themselves.

They play to their strengths

so they don't expose their weaknesses.

The great players. The ones with flair.

They take risks.

Because they don't believe they're risks.

Put your coat down here.

Three and in. You're in.

All righty.

They control the ball.

The ball doesn't control them.

Here.

Look at this.

Two jackets and a ball. It's all you need.

Finished with that. Son?

Yeah.

Sorry. Sorry.

Santi.

There you go.

Hey. Listen.

I could show you the town if you like.

Tonight. Go clubbing.

Bevvy. Women.

Yeah. Uh...

Do I need an ID or something?

- ID?

- Yeah.

- Identification?

- Yeah.

How old do you have to be here

to get a drink?

Eleven.

All right. Gavin.

Listen. Mate. If you want an autograph.

Write to the club. You muppet.

Listen. Elvis. I'm with the club too.

Mate. I'm with the club too. You know.

I've never seen you before.

I don't go out much.

Hey. Hey.

Nurse Harmison. Nurse Harmison.

- Hi.

- You wanna come into this club with us?

No way. It's full of posers. That place.

- Yeah? Where are you going?

- We're going to The Spyglass.

- What do you say?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Here we go. Here we go.

Canny wine. This Rioja. It's from

your part of the world. Isn't it? Spain.

- No. I'm from LA.

- I'm from Merseyside.

LA? And Merseyside?

What are you two doing up here?

- Well...

- We play for Newcastle.

I thought you said players were off limits.

Relax. They haven't made the reserves yet.

Well. As long as you're mired in mediocrity.

Pet. You're in with a chance.

I'm sorry. But I don't know what that means.

It means don't change.

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