Goal! Page #6

You go for glory.

Sven. How are you?

Stop brooding about it. Man.

The gaffer does that to everyone.

You played great.

Everyone saw that. Yeah.

Hey. Hey. Johnny.

- Santiago.

- Hey.

Congratulations. You were amazing.

Oh. Thanks.

My whole family are mad Real Madrid fans.

My grandma. She loves you. Man.

Well. Carry on playing like that.

You'll be there one day.

- See you around.

- Nice to meet you.

- You know how it is. It's your service.

- Gavino. I just...

Hey. Let me introduce you to my mates.

That's Zizou.

This is Raul.

Santiago Munez.

What the hell are you doing with him?

He's the one with the car.

We have to go.

Take care. Yeah.

See you later. All right. Man.

They're over here shooting a commercial.

Mucho dinero. Santi.

- Come on. Let's go. This place is dead.

- What? What do you mean? Where?

This is my town. Son.

Boys. Wicked. We were gonna

send out a search party for you two.

- Nice party. Man.

- This ain't the party.

- Come on. Follow me.

- Upstairs again.

This is the party.

Hello. Boys.

- Fill your boots. Son. It's your birthday.

- Shame on us.

Get in there.

- We're getting this.

- Excuse me.

Come on. Don't be shy.

Ball control. A bit of ball control.

Don't be shy. Your mother wasn't.

That's it. Get in there.

- Not your kind of party?

- I never know what to say.

You wouldn't need to say anything

to most of the girls in there.

I have a girl.

Well. I think I have one.

I met someone I really like.

She's very lucky.

How did you and Gavino meet?

Party like this.

Much the same people.

Musos. Models. Footballers.

Listen. Don't tell him I've gone.

Not that he'd notice.

Want to explain this?

There's nothing to explain. Sir.

It was just people fooling around at a party.

When you travel with this club.

You're an ambassador for this club.

Mr Dornhelm. It's not my fault.

It is your fault. You exposed yourself

to this kind of situation.

- Who is the other player?

- The other one?

It says there are two Newcastle players.

Who is the other one?

- I cannot tell you that. Sir.

- You mean you won't tell me?

Yeah.

Roz. Roz. Hey.

I have to explain about that picture.

- What picture?

- In The Sun.

- Don't read that rag.

- You haven't seen it?

I showed it to her.

Looked like a good party. That.

Are those lasses' tits real?

- It wasn't how it looked.

- Look. I don't wanna talk about it. OK?

I'm busy. You should go and visit

your friend Jamie while you're here.

He's in examination room B.

- Hey.

- Hey. Santi.

- What happened. Man?

- I got stretchered off in the reserve game.

They've sent me here for an MRI scan.

You'll be fine.

They can fix anything these days. Man.

I don't know.

It felt really bad when it happened.

You could just tell.

I reckon I might have to skip

them salsa lessons.

His meniscus is shattered.

And there's a tear

in the lateral cruciate ligament.

I don't know what that means.

Just tell me. Can he play again?

Not if he wants to walk. No.

- All right. Geezer?

- Hey.

Hey. Man. Thanks

for covering for me. Yeah.

You're a top man. If you fingered me.

I was right in the shitter.

We're even. OK?

I don't owe you no more favours.

OK.

You're screwing up your life. Man.

That's how you lost Christina.

- She'll be back.

- No. She won't. You know why?

'Cause she can't stand

your a**hole friends.

How do you think that picture

ends up in the paper?

Bluto sold it.

How much does your buddy make dealing

drugs at all the places you get him into?

Think I'm some greaseball

who doesn't know stuff?

These are the best years of our lives

and how long have we got?

Ten. If we're lucky?

Or even less. If we get hurt like Jamie.

It can happen to any of us. We're one

tackle away from flipping burgers.

Get out.

Go on. Piss off.

Where's Dad?

He's setting the sprinklers.

Come on. Dad. Let's go.

Dad?

Dad.

Dad. Wake up. Dad.

Dad. Wake up.

Hey. Glen.

Hey. I meant to come over and explain

about that thing in the newspaper.

Santi. I had a call from LA.

You need to phone your grandmother.

- Glen. What's happened?

- His father.

Heart attack. Apparently.

Is he going to be all right?

Dead.

- I've got it.

- No. It's OK. Man.

Here.

Thanks for everything.

Safe journey.

- Yes. Boss.

- There you go. Brilliant. Thank you.

Hey. Boss.

- Can I have a word?

- Yes. Please.

- I was the other bloke in that picture.

- I'm shocked.

And I thought you should know...

it was me that dragged Santi

to that party to begin with.

He didn't even wanna go.

It's not his scene. He's a good lad.

I take full responsibility.

Boys with big bank accounts are still boys.

This is not an excuse for you any more.

- You're how old?

- 28.

- 29. I think.

- Yeah. Around that.

The young players should

be looking to you for an example.

Off the field as well as on.

Am I right?

I hear what you're saying. Boss.

And...

you're not the first person to say it.

Flight 19 to London Heathrow

is now boarding.

All connecting international flights

will be listed on arrival.

Sir. We're boarding now.

Keep stretching. Lads.

It'll be a long day.

What the hell are you doing here?

Why aren't you on the plane?

I'm sitting in the airport

and I think to myself.

At least now I have an excuse.

A reason to give my buddies and

everybody else why things didn't work out.

"Hey. My dad died. I had to come home.

Take care of business."

- Know why I needed an excuse?

- No.

Because that's the way

my father made me think.

He took away my self-belief.

He made it impossible

to have... aspiracion.

- Aspiration. You understand?

- Yes.

I don't need an excuse.

The only person who can tell me

I'm not good enough is you.

And even then...

I may not agree with you.

You are right. Santi.

There's no point in coming back.

It's God's will.

Hey.

Hi.

So how are you feeling?

I never made peace with my dad.

- He never made peace with you either.

- No. But he never forgave me.

You don't know that.

How can you know that?

What about all those pictures

you sent home?

I don't know where home is any more.

Yeah. You do.

It's green

and it's got a goalpost at each end.

Munez.

How are you doing?

OK. Boss.

Tough thing to lose a father.

I remember when I lost mine.

Thank you.

You shouldn't be here.

The groundsman is having a fit.

His turf is sacred.

I just...

I just wanted to see what it felt like.

You know...

to be on this pitch.

You'll find out Saturday.

Now get off the grass.

Yeah.

I'm in the squad for the Liverpool game.

- Get us a ticket. Then. Will you?

- Yeah.

Well done. Son. Well done.

Well. I never doubted it. Son. First time

I saw you. I said to Phil. Didn't I. Phil?

- That lad's got it.

- No. You didn't.

I owe you. Man.

Breakfast. Remember?

Here.

Get in. We're celebrating.

- Is that Gavin Harris?

- Where?

We're meeting a couple of girls at a club

and then back to my gaff. La vida loca.

I'm joking. Blockbuster and pizza.

Can we put the top up?

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