This Sporting Life Page #4

Sunshine, Margaret.

Sunshine.

Sunshine.

Don't get it all over your clothes!

Lynda!

Yes, Mam?

Where are you?

In the kitchen.

All right. I just wondered

where you were.

I didn't know you were in.

I was going to make the bed.

I'm off to work in half an hour.

I didn't hear you.

I never know where I am with the

children on holiday.

No, Frank, no!

It's all right.

No!

It's all right.

Frank, no!

Frank!

Mam!

You going to say anything?

You made a muck-up with

that loose forward.

Won't play again for 6 months.

Watch you don't get suspended.

What else can I do?

This big character comes along

at every scrum.

I just stand in his way.

Stand in his way!

I put my shoulder under his jaw,

he goes down.

He did.

I counted the times he came round.

14. I must have hit every

part of his face.

You should have seen Bradshaw.

And the 15th, they called him

off flat out.

He bloody were!

You could hear the crack all over.

It proves I'm a good

defensive player.

Hello, Charles.

- How's it going?

- Champion, Mr. Slomer.

Giving trade secrets away?

Have you changed your mind

about Frank?

Steady, John.

When Weaver signed him,

I thought it was a mistake.

But I must admit

he gave me as much pleasure

on that field as anyone today.

But nothing like the old days

- Hi, Ed.

- Hallo.

My photographs are getting

smaller lately. See to it.

Now, then, Tiger.

Put a smile on my face

when I'm scoring.

Hi, Maurice.

What's up?

Just waiting for Judith.

Two, Jack.

I take my pleasures quietly.

When I see them gather round,

I shoot them a line.

Here, I brought your mail down.

Half a dozen.

One a week's my record.

Why don't you bring Margaret

down here sometime?

She won't come.

Bloody school kids!

Why not?

She's a home bird.

You taking the jam out of

somebody's sandwich?

Me!

No, I told you, she's a home bird.

Now shut up.

That tiger can snap your hand off.

I can take care of him.

Watch it.

Maurice.

Maurice.

Read that.

Come on.

"Dear Frank.

Enjoyed watching you play.

Rare times I watch the game.

Forgive me.

Drop by for a drink sometime.

Wednesday afternoon might be suitable.

Best wishes. Ann Weaver."

Ann Weaver?

You're not going?

Read the P.S.

"Without your rowdy team mates."

Is that a joke?

You're not taking it seriously?

- Why not? I've got nothing to lose.

- I wouldn't be so sure.

She thinks I'm good-looking,

that's all.

- Give us a kiss, will you?

- Don't come with that.

Careful, Tarzan. Come on, I want

some husband left, you know.

What do you mean husband?

Hasn't he told you?

We got engaged.

Shut up!

Engaged?

No wonder he's been so rough.

The Lord help you.

Give us a kiss.

Congratulations.

When will the bells start?

We're planning on Easter.

You'll be laughing when

it happens to you.

I'll put up a bigger fight

than that.

They're never satisfied.

Women!

They don't frighten me.

They don't frighten me.

Happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas.

We're having a party

on Christmas Eve.

You'll be coming?

We've got a match Christmas Eve.

I could come afterwards.

See you do.

Playing professional football

you don't need a job.

Unless you're interested in money.

Are you, Frank?

I put it to good use.

Like what, for example?

Helping people out,

things like that.

Buying such a big car?

You've been very successful.

It's like this, Mrs. Weaver.

You see something

and you go get it.

It's that simple.

Sounds very simple.

You like gardens?

No.

Oh, Frank.

Have another drink.

Help yourself.

Not playing football

this afternoon?

No.

I like you. You're like a big cat.

Always moving. I've never

seen anyone so restless.

Come sit down.

I'm not sure I should be here.

Frank, don't take

that silly attitude.

Come sit down.

Nothing's upset you, has it?

No, nothing.

No need to feel awkward.

I don't know.

Don't talk.

I ought to go.

Why?

You were behaving so nicely.

It's not fair.

Oh, fair!

You're not feeling

out of your depth?

I might be.

There's no need, you can see.

It's not Mrs. Hammond?

Mrs. Hammond?

The woman you live with.

I lodge there.

Well, whatever. Is it her?

I've been thinking about Mr. Weaver.

I see.

I think I'll go.

Say it, say it, say it, say it.

Say it!

Why don't you say it?

Say what?

Say you've some feeling for me.

Frank, I can't.

Not yet.

You know me,

and how I've been to you.

I can't let my feelings go.

Not again.

To have them cut off like Eric and

everything gone in

one person, and dead.

Give me time, Frank.

We may not be able to

enjoy it by that time.

I don't know.

You might just want

to hear me say it.

Feel that's all you wanted

and go away.

You keep fighting me.

I can't be that bad.

When will you give us some peace?

I come upstairs, don't I.

You make me feel I'm

buying it, and I'm no.

That's how I am.

I've nothing more to give you.

You don't mean that.

Don't tell me how I should feel.

If only you'd leave me alone.

You're so big, so stupid.

You don't give me a chance.

Oh, my God!

Maurice!

Maurice!

Well, Machin,

what do you want?

Hallo, Frank

Come in, we won't eat you.

Will you offer a drink to

this wild young man?

Whiskey will do.

Mrs. Weaver.

They're making a lot of noise.

Last time I open my house.

Everyone in town's here.

You've been in the wars this week.

I'll be all right.

I'll be all right.

He'll learn he has to pay

something for his ambition.

I think it spoils his looks.

Does it hurt, Machin?

No.

I don't feel anything.

Take no notice of them.

Slomer's your newest fan.

You have the charm

that appeals to him.

I'm not the only one

who's found interest in Frank.

What do you mean?

At a time even you were

impressed by him.

I carried that boy.

It was on my back, nobody else's.

You've carried me, or something?

Yes.

From the beginning.

I've played myself

into the corny team.

You don't appreciate

the help you've had.

Look,

am I a good footballer or am I not?

The only reason you're in is

because Slomer wants you there.

Come now, Anne.

Frank's had enough for one day.

Well,

I see by my onion it's 11:30.

Time to be going.

I like to see in Christmas at home.

Don't bother to come down.

He'll see that I don't

get into trouble.

Merry Christmas.

Tell me, Frank,

have you been indulging

in Mrs. Weaver's

weakness for social informalities?

Is that your business?

You decide.

No.

You have a good season, Frank.

Until today.

Huh?

Until today.

I see what you mean.

False teeth can be better

looking sometimes.

What do you think mine are?

They look neat.

Real or false?

False, but could be real.

False.

You're in a tricky position

with Weaver.

He hasn't liked me for a bit.

He thought he owned you.

He doesn't like it taken away.

Still

you'll be all right while I'm there.

You understand what I mean?

Aye.

Right.

Well,

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

You're Frank Machin, aren't you?

You look different on the field.

Like a tiger.

You're pale. Aren't you well?

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