This Sporting Life Page #3

Synopsis: In Northern England in the early 1960s, Frank Machin is mean, tough and ambitious enough to become an immediate star in the rugby league team run by local employer Weaver. Machin lodges with Mrs Hammond, whose husband was killed in an accident at Weaver's, but his impulsive and angry nature stop him from being able to reach her as he would like. He becomes increasingly frustrated with his situation, and this is not helped by the more straightforward enticements of Mrs Weaver.
Genre: Drama, Sport
Director(s): Lindsay Anderson
Production: Continental
  Nominated for 2 Oscars. Another 3 wins & 8 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.8
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Year:
1963
134 min
238 Views


He has been waiting? It was hours ago.

He likes to get out a bit.

Get friends your own age.

I have.

They've signed me on.

Didn't hear what I said.

Yes. You'll be pleased.

Guess how much it is.

I don't know anything about it.

Go on, have a guess.

Guess how much you think I'm worth.

Three pence?

Now, careful, careful,

you've made a joke.

Cracking jokes like that

you could get

injured.

Have a guess.

Come on.

No!

I'd better tell you.

One thousand

pounds.

You're a great ape!

You don't believe me?

Look, I've got a cheque here.

1.000 in letters and numbers,

delivered to Frank Machin.

They brought me home in a Bentley.

It's very good.

You're not very excited.

It's more than I got when

my husband died.

That's right bloody

handsome of you.

You've done nothing for it.

I didn't have to get killed for it.

Some have life made for them.

And some make it for themselves.

It's about time you took

that off your shoulders.

And don't wake me in the morning,

I might be dead.

That money.

You'll be leaving now?

No.

I don't think so.

He'll be all right when

he gets fresh air.

Get him into bed.

I'll be myself tomorrow.

What's the matter, Frank?

She's... she's so small.

He's just full of gas, that's all.

She's so bloody small.

A little bit in, Frank.

She gives me nothing.

She gives me bloody nothing.

If I was a marrying

kind,

but thank the Lord I'm not,

I would wed a rugby fullback.

I'll find dodge, we'll both

find dodge together.

Frank.

If we are in the middle

of the night...

Right.

The patient's awake.

We've heard all your what-nots.

Haven't we, Mr. Weaver?

My carrier.

What's he want?

My carrier.

My carrier!

Steady, lad, steady.

He had a carrier?

A carrier.

Is this it?

What's in there?

Presents.

What?

Presents!

Come on.

What do you think of it?

You bought it?

Aye.

It's a bit of all right.

You leaving that there?

Why not?

You won't smile when

you come for a drive.

He can take you out

on Sunday afternoons.

I'll never go in that thing.

It's like riding in your front room.

Let's go for a drive.

Don't mind your mother.

Watch your head.

I want him for his dinner

and get back to school.

I'll take him in this.

We won't be long.

Frank, lad, we're there.

Go on, give them a smile, Frank.

Smile for them, Frankie.

Can I take you home?

I'm all right, Dad.

You've come, Frank.

You all right, darling.

Where is the bathroom?

Up them stairs, there.

Frank, it's me, Maurice.

I know you're in there, daft frog.

What, you sulking?

Frank, come on out, will you!

Where are we going?

I thought we'd make a day of it.

For a run in the country.

You don't mind, do you?

We can't get out now, can we?

We could stop the car

and turn back.

If only for the children's sake,

it's worth it.

Come on, lan.

That's a good boy.

There's a good lad.

Come on.

Come to the next one.

Come on, lan, you throw next.

Let's play soccer, Lynda.

I got it.

Kick us a goal, lad.

Come on, kick us a goal.

Come on.

Margaret, catch it!

I'm no good at catching.

Come on, Lynda. Come on.

Catch it.

Frank!

Catch it!

See, it's easy.

Throw us a catch.

Look who can't catch.

Come on, lan.

Come on, lan.

Catch this. Ready?

Way up in the sky.

Frank, take me with you.

Lynda!

Lynda!

Lynda!

Lynda,

stop waving, he'll fall

into the water.

Give over!

Be careful.

Lynda.

Be careful, love.

You'll kick it over.

What did you want to do that for?

I wanted to cool off.

One, two, three...

Mam, did you see us?

Yes. Are you wet?

Come on, lan.

I'll change my shoes.

Go on, get it!

Machin!

Isn't that Frank Machin?

Yes, it is, love.

Fond of kids, isn't he.

Not quite how I pictured him.

Ready, Frank?

One moment.

You seen Cleopatra?

She looks all right.

Like to meet him?

Yes, ask him over.

Frank.

Come here a moment.

The Emperor calls.

Go steady, you bloody nit.

Well done, Frank.

How are you feeling?

Champion.

Good.

Meet my wife, Frank.

How do you do?

You're one of the stalwarts

of the City, according to him.

That's a relief.

He doesn't seem to be very sociable.

He's shy.

I asked him to introduce us before,

but he's slow.

I like meeting his protgs

now and then.

He sometimes keeps them to himself.

All his stars.

We don't have stars in this game.

That's soccer.

What do you have?

People like me.

I've got a thirst. I'll be off.

Nice to meet you.

Goodbye, Machin.

Goodbye, Frank.

You played a great game.

Keep it up, lad.

Ah, Machin.

You did very well today.

Thank you.

Very good try.

Very good indeed.

Keep it up.

Thank you, Mr. Slomer.

Watch the door.

Hallo, Frank.

Hallo, Dad.

Walking back to happiness.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Walk right on to loneliness.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I never knew that I'd miss you.

What you wear when it's hot?

Where's your husband, fishing?

He left his bloody bait at home.

One mistake you wished for me.

Hey, love, show us your personality.

Maurice, how's that tart of yours?

Who? Judith?

Aye.

She come across with

the old one two?

Careful whose bloody coat tail

you're pulling.

You know I love you, don't you?

I'm not your flag to

wave up and down.

You need stuffing, Maurice, you know?

Women!

Bloody women!

Walking back to happiness.

Walking back to happiness.

Walking back to happiness

again.

Here she comes.

And her mother.

Hallo.

Hallo, love.

This is the tart I told you about.

Just listen to him.

I'll come back later.

You should have come in sooner.

How do, Judith?

He's told you my name?

That and... other things.

Watch it, Tarzan.

This is Pam.

Hallo.

How do you do?

- Hallo, Pam.

- Hallo.

I saw your try this afternoon.

I got a good pass.

Ain't he modest!

- A drink?

- Gin and orange.

Gin and orange.

- Judith?

- Gin and tonic.

Gin and tonic.

Matey, a little service, please.

Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen,

any volunteers

who can dance, sing, show

muscles, do a striptease,

fan dance or bubble dance?

Come on, Maurice.

Come on, Maurice.

We have our City heroes

here tonight.

Including our old friend,

Frank Machin.

Come on, Frank.

All right, Frank?

Right.

Right.

Here, in my heart,

I'm alone and so lonely.

Here, in my heart,

I just yearn for you only.

Here in my arms I

long to hold you.

Hold you so near, ever

close to my heart.

So, darling,

say that you care.

Take my love

I give gladly.

Surely you know

I need your love so badly

here in my heart.

My love and my own dear

here in my arms

and stay here in my heart.

Get the door open.

There's not a bloody war on.

I'm sorry I'm late.

It's all right.

That's all right then?

You been drinking.

Not asking how we got on?

You play football until this time.

I've been out with the lads,

you know,

living.

You must have had a hard time.

Matter of fact, we did.

You're drunk.

You've come here drunk.

That's no bloody crime.

You're not me mother, me

something or other.

What are you getting on about?

I tell you,

I'd like it a lot

if you'd let me call you

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David Storey

David Malcolm Storey (13 July 1933 – 27 March 2017) was an English playwright, screenwriter, award-winning novelist and a professional rugby league player. He won the Booker Prize in 1976 for his novel Saville. He also won the MacMillan Fiction Award for This Sporting Life in 1960. more…

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