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- Howdy! - Hey! Better late than never.

- Important client. - Hmm?

You've got ketchup on your tie.

Yeah, a breakfast meeting.

May I introduce our esteemed investigators Luella Shakespeare and Frank Hathaway.

This is Sam Albany, the manager of the Avon Roughs.

Which I have discovered is our local football team and not a Dougie Daker.

- A Premier League legend in my office. - Yeah, no turn again.

You are the saviour of our club. It is a great honour for you to be here.

- I mean, it's an honour for me to... - Frank, I think you might want that back.

Oh, it's nice to meet you too, Frank, and the club is the reason I'm here.

- We've got a big game coming up. - Final game of the season,

three points away from promotion.

If we make it to Saturday, someone's trying to sabotage the team.

Started small about three weeks ago,

- missing kit, punctured balls... - Out.

I'll make some tea.

I brought this to show you.

♪ Oh, Avon! And on, and on, and on, and on! ♪

Yeah, someone put itching agent on the shirts. It caused chaos.

Then things escalated a few days ago and I'm worried someone might get hurt.

We can't have anything tanking our chances of winning.

- We'll take the case. - Yeah, there's one snag.

The owner can't know anything about it.

He's refusing to accept that there's even a problem.

Sounds like the team's going undercover.

...done with a bit of a clean. I suppose I'll just have to make do...

Oh, boys! Nice timing. We're about to have some photos done.

Oh, this is the owner, Dan Krezig.

He inherited the cloud from his late father last year.

And Sam's rude that day ever since.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Good to meet you fellas.

I'm Frank, Sam's assistant manager.

I'll read Walton Spurs, assistant of the assistant manager.

He shies the boat.

Fantastic. Sorry, I'm going to have to put my boss hat on for a sec.

I thought we discussed making big decisions together.

Well, I don't want to tread on anyone's toes, but, er, I need 'em.

- Why? You're doing brilliantly. - We, er, we specialise in defence.

We do what we do so Sam can do what he does.

Yeah.

Sounds expensive.

No, man, we do it for the love of the game, man.

No, we do it for some free tickets next season, man.

Well, that's good enough for Sam.

Welcome aboard. Are you ready for us, Ella?

Yes! Oh, enchanté.

- Ella is a fashion photographer. - Optical stylist.

She's doing a feature on the club.

Yes. You want me?

You may.

Enchanté.

Right, are you ready? Take positions, gentlemen.

Are you kidding me? Who did this? Who the hell did this?

Well, now, pardon me...

- You seem to... - Oh, that's working, isn't it?

I'll have whoever did this. She's for goal practise.

Look at this. All ruined.

Ella, Frank, Walton.

This is Leah, our illustrious team sponsor, and Kyle, team captain.

So my bar is called The Board and Panda.

You know, it's a very classy name for a very...

classy joint, but I tell you what it's not called. Kyle.

I'm so bald, Panda, because I am not running a zoo for animals with hair loss.

Well, the manufacturer should fix that.

Well, apparently someone had called up and

authorised the change, so no refunds.

Like we need any more bad luck.

Kyle's all in hand. Don't worry about it, mate.

Well, he keeps saying that, and bad things keep happening.

Hey, now, my dad always used to say setbacks

are just success. Checking you're still awake.

He's trying to fob us off again.

This wouldn't have happened in your dad's day.

- Leah, it's not his fault. - Oh, then who's is it?

- Kyle, Leah... - Just let her cool off.

Keep up the good work, guys.

Come on, lads, let's go to the grills. Back and forth passes.

What's going on, son? You're looking slow, aren't you?

How can I concentrate with that?

Right, it's bad luck.

It's superstitious nonsense.

Look, a couple of mishaps aren't going to make you miss your turns.

Look, I'm trying, all right?

All right. What's all this about?

Yeah, let's play, boy, let's play, let's play. Keep it tight, keep it tight.

You're going to take five, Frank.

Run some drills, keep up the good work.

Come on, boys.

(whistle blowing)

Go on, get in there, babe, get in there.

Tackle, boys, tackle.

Hello, hi.

Listen, I am so sorry about earlier.

I was having a nightmare about the kit.

Don't worry.

- So you have the photos, right? - Yeah, yeah.

So do you want Insta Asper, do you want, like, Ross Fitt?

- Surprise me. - OK.

- Right, I'm going to come down here. - OK.

- Okay? - Yes.

So...

you own the Board and Panda, huh?

I do, yeah, the hottest cocktail bar in stress.

I know, been trying to get inside since it opened...

but obviously it's, like.. pfft...

doing shoots all over the world.

Who's got the time?

How did you get into football then?

Hot guys, in short. Sign me up, Ella.

Plus, I mean, I bagged myself the hottest didn't I? Oi!

Aaaww...

Thank you.

Aw, got him well trained, haven't you?

- On the, on the pitch? - I mean, he's my one and only.

Do you know, um, earlier,

all the kerfuffle with the kit and everything,

Kyle mentioned something about more bad luck.

What was he talking about there?

Oh, yeah, that's, that's nothing that's going to break our stride.

I mean, when the Roffs go up a league and the big team's got my hankering after

my man with his feet, my brains, oh, we're going to the top.

Sumptured up?

- Yes. - Yes.

Right. Oh.

Pretty good... for a Pop Five aside.

What are you doing here, Harvey?

I've got a meeting with your boss sorting timings for the match.

I feel bad.

You've got them believing they could actually win.

- Who's this charmer? - Howard Harvey...

Manager of Kyneton Rovers. Her rival's for promotion.

Hey, do you ever ask...

what he's been doing the last 20 years?

Do you ever wonder...

what the comeback king's secret sauce is?

If only he could bottle that skill, eh?

What in front of the lads?

You got something to say to me, do it in private.

You don't deserve to win.

And then, I said to Sam, he's got more pep than Guardiola.

(laughing)

I suppose you have to be there.

Right, so...

I tried to talk to the staff about the sabotage

but the owner has banned them from mentioning it.

That, or they're just scared of Lear.

I didn't find anything untoward either, except

that rival manager did seem very angry with Sam.

Yeah, but he wouldn't have been able to get

in to do anything anyway.

Frank, did you talk to the team?

Frank?

Do you think you're taking this manager thing a bit far?

Of course I'm not.

Come on, you two, jump to it!

(blows whistle)

Sam said he's me to see before the warm up.

OK, so, what's the plan for today?

Right, well, I'm going to use wing-backs, push them up and use a low block.

OK, I was talking about the investigation.

Oh, right.

Look at that. Why can't people tidy up after themselves?

Could we be putting some cameras up somewhere, some...?

Oh.

Oh, Frank.

(Wailing Police Horn)

Well, well, well...

I didn't peg you two for the sporty type.

Hello, DS Kayla.

You found the body?

- Any confessions to make? - Yeah, I've never liked a moustache.

He was strangled.

I think I'll wait for the autopsy report. Thanks, though.

Someone's been trying to sabotage the club.

That's why we're here, undercover. Sam hired us.

Oh, dear.

Did you get paid beforehand, or...?

I'm not in the mood, Joe. A good man just died.

Yeah, I'm sorry...

but if you don't know why

you can stay out of my crime scene.

I've not gone anywhere.

Really?

All right.

Let's see what the owner thinks,

having a bunch of PIs snooping around. I'm sure he won't mind.

No, no...

If you blow our cover, that could put us in danger, and...

it could put you on a charge of professional misconduct.

We wouldn't want that, would we?

- I'm fine with it, actually. - So if that's everything...

Fine...

..I'll be watching you.

OK.

So I take it we're not leaving until we find Sam's killer?

Let's go and talk to Dan.

His car was the only parked here this morning when we arrived.

You think I wanted any of this? The stress is killing me.

Then, given the circumstances, it makes sense to cancel the match.

- It's not your call to make. - This is a private meeting, mate.

- Sam wouldn't want you to pull out. - You've no idea what he'd want.

And you do?

I wonder which team would go up a league if we pulled out.

You're making a big mistake.

Can you believe it? It feels like a nightmare I can't wake up from.

- I'm so sorry for your loss. - It's not just my loss.

The club is running on fumes financially.

Shareholders are breathing down my neck for a win, and now...

Um, maybe you should try, uh, tightening your belt a little.

Yeah, I mean, what would change around here if Avon won?

Going up a league would bring fresh sponsors, bigger ticket sales.

All of which would give the club a fighting chance, but...

..if we lose, there's no cash.

Bye-bye, Avon FC.

That does sound overwhelming.

This place was my dad's life.

Now it's all on my shoulders.

I'm here most nights, worrying.

If you were here last night, did you notice anything suspicious?

I fell asleep. Sorry, is Harvey right? Should I cancel?

Sam wouldn't want that. Neither would your dad.

Their legacy deserves better.

My dad would probably haunt me.

OK, there's an upside to everything, and you're it.

- Me? - Me?

You're the new manager, right? The deputy steps up.

Never let it be said that when the call came, I didn't answer it.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Mr Creswick, DS Keeler.

I'm the police.

I need to interview you regarding the murder of one of your employees.

I must confess, I'm not wearing trousers.

Well, when you're decent.

Uh, and you, sir, you're the assistant manager, is that right?

He's the manager now. He's been promoted.

Oh, really?

- Sturdy motive for murder, that. - What?

Well, I'll need to interview you down the station too, pronto.

You're wasting my time.

All club employees are being interviewed.

You are an employee here, are you not?

Sabotage.

Murder. What's next?

Aye, I hear yous...

but it's making us think of King Henry.

On the Mournes and Crispons.

His team thought it was all gone in belly up.

We few.

We happy few.

We're not happy, though, are we?

Unless Henry's the new manager, we're done for.

And what bigger sign do you need?

We're in the away dressing room.

What's wrong with the away dressing room?

- Don't speak its name. - Fine, have your scotches played.

First, Sam's gone and the club's cursed.

Come on, let's get hard.

Oh, here.

Let's go and kick some things for Sam, Lee.

- Here. - Oh, oh.

- You OK? - I'm fine.

- You sure? - Yeah.

What have you done to your hands?

- I said I'm fine. - OK. Yeah, sorry.

Oh, sorry, oh.

Sorry, I'm just still... still learning.

What a waste of a day.

Keyla's gory is coming, you know what they say.

- Massive moustache, tiny brain... - Brain?

Yes.

Any news about Sam and Harvey?

Using my considerable skills,

I managed to get the skinny from one of Sam's former team-mates.

Back when Sam was playing in the Premier League,

Harvey was in the under-18 squad at the same club.

But he got the boot and never played professionally again.

We can't blame that on Sam.

On my sources, Sam was a big drinker.

Harvey made some noise about it, so Sam had him kicked out.

Harvey had the motive, but we don't even know if he was there.

And why kill Sam now?

- Who's this? - That's Kyle.

- Fresh scabs? - Mm-hm.

Kind of wounds you might get if you'd just garroted somebody.

Say, with a net bag?

But why kill Sam?

I mean, his death would jeopardise Kyle's future.

Look at this.

- Oh, very handsome. - No, here.

Looks like Sam and Leah, they arguing?

Yeah, maybe over Kyle.

I mean, you heard Sam, he was pushing him, really hard.

Football managers cannot mince words.

Yeah, well, that might have made him some enemies, eh?

I think we should go and look round Sam's office, shall we?

See if we can find some answers.

Just up the stairs.

Look at all these.

Eh? Nothing much changes, although the shorts get shorter and longer again.

Oh, Frank, this guy could be you in another life.

- Yeah, that's my dad. - What?

Yeah, after we moved here, he was the goalie.

- Six years. - How have you never told me that?

Well, you never asked.

Oh.

Oh, I bet little Frank was really cute running about causing mischief.

Mischief? You're wrong, your dad.

No, no, the roughs were his life.

Used to go and watch him train and then we'd get some chips on the way home.

Every match... Oh, it's all right, all right, all right.

- Don't get all weepy on me. - No.

I've got an invite to the Board and Panda.

Leah is holding impromptu drinks to remember Sam.

Oh, and I'm on the list!

Hmm.

Oh, don't worry, I'm sure your invite will come.

Yeah, yeah.

Now, the big question is what to wear, isn't it?

It says, "If Versace did funerals...

Sounds so respectful.

(knocking on door)

I'll check the computer.

Hmm.

Hound.

- It'll be a dog. - You've cracked it.

Sam wanted a pet.

No, but he might have wanted a mascot.

Er, let's see what's on here.

- Oh! - Hey.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Oh, look, messages from Sam to Leah.

"Not so rough next time, you put my back out."

And Leah: "I'll be gentle."

Well...

maybe that's what it is, that's what they were fighting about, a lover's tiff.

Yeah, we don't know that for sure, though, do we?

Yeah, but Karl was upset with Sam, wasn't he, when they were training.

Maybe he'd found out that they were having an affair.

(He exhales)

I'm sorry, I know how much Sam in this place means to you.

Oh, there's messages.

- Shall I? - Yes.

Sam, hiya. Yeah, I've got an idea for defence...

He just didn't like that one.

- Sam, I just wanted to... - We don't need to listen.

Oh, no, we don't.

Sam...

I can't believe you're standing in the back like this. We need to talk now.

Oh, well. Not so chipper there, was he?

No.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE) (Music playing)

(Dramatic Music playing)

Now, this is the side of football I can get behind.

Oh, yes, I knew I belonged here.

And all our possible suspects were here, so it's a bonus.

- Hello. - Hi.

Oh, thank you so much for coming.

I mean, it's all very last-minute, but there are

free drinks and there are also crypt-themed canopies.

And obviously it's mandatory hashtag when posting.

Whatever happens to cheese sign, he's in the chorus of, "You'll never walk alone".

I don't think you've just answered your own question, haven't you?

Anyway, so mingle and mourn, cos, you know, we're here for...

here for Sam, so go enjoy.

Free drinks. Lips will be loosened.

Oh, yes, but we keep our heads clear.

So it's time for an old PI trick.

Where I make this £20 disappear?

No, you slip it to the barman to keep our drinks dry.

- H2O. - Yeah.

Oh, yes.

But you look very dapper.

Cheers.

Notice anything?

I've noticed quite a few people gazing at me.

Good looks are a curse, I expect.

Right, hello. Interesting one.

You see that couple over there?

Mm-hm.

I'm with them.

We're going to be ordering normal cocktails

all night, but don't put any booze in them.

Huh?

Got it?

- You understand? - Yeah.

- Getting my groove on now. - HE LAUGHS

Those are... No, those are for you.

There you go. That's for you.

Oh, yes.

Don't always spend more time at the club than at home.

Oh.

What's Harvey doing here?

Look at that, that's far too chunky to be a condolence card.

Let me check that out.

You know it's OK if you've got mixed feelings about Sam, it's natural.

What? No, the man was a legend.

Aye, a proper Bobby Robson.

But legends do cast a deep, big shadow, like...

I mean, his word could be treated as gospel...

which could be... tough.

Right.

Is that why you left that big, angry voicemail for him?

HE LAUGHS

How do you know about that?

I was there.

I was there when he listened to it, cos I'd done some headshots.

No, I discovered... errm...

Sam was organising a meeting of the shareholders behind my back.

Oh, right.

Did you think he was trying to push you out?

That's what I thought.

But Sam swore that he was just going to ask them to

increase investment in the club, boost our finances.

Just wanted to lend a hand, did he?

Sam always put the club first.

I should have known that.

So I apologised to him and then he left.

If I'd have known that was the last time that I, er...

Sorry, excuse me.

Oh, yeah. (Farting sound)

Sorry. That wasn't me. It was the chair.

(Farting sound again) Oh!

(Laughter) Oops...

Oops.

Harvey's hiding, but I noticed a restricted room.

It's a VIP area.

- Oh. - Mm.

When the course clears, you distract the bouncer.

- You're mistaken. - I'm on him.

Tell you what, these pretend shots, they're actually pretty tasty.

Another bouncer lost to Lou's alert?

Shh!

It's a BSM. BHS. IBS.

- What? - BDSM. It's a secret fetish.

Yes, yes.

Oh, look, look.

They're not standard issue, are they?

Anyone for ping-pong?

Oh, where's Rover?

Ruff!

Oi! Oi! It's for something!

Kyle!

When I said he should use his ball skills, that's not what I meant.

You're my heroes.

Hey, look at your look.

- I'm trying not to. - No, no, no, the ropes.

Cut into his hands. That mapping will cause the scalps.

Frank, I found Mistress's tablet.

It's password protected.

Try password.

Board and Panda are characters from Pericles.

- What? - Pericles.

Shakespeare play. Bit weird.

Can't be buried a second time within these arms.

Look, look, look.

There's a full demand halving.

Oh!

Oh...

Oh...

Oh, my eyes.

We're not supposed to bend that way.

Right, listen. Email it to us, then delete it.

Come on.

Hurry up.

- I'm trying. It's sticky. - Someone's coming. Hurry up.

Down, down, down, down.

What's going on?

How did you get out, naughty boy?

- Good time last night. - We're closed.

Can I help you?

Right, so, yeah, you are detectives, yes.

Makes sense, because you are no coach.

- How did you know? - I Googled you.

Kyle heard you saying your real name, so I'm guessing that Sam hired you, did he?

To try and stop all the sabotage?

OK, yes, I'm correct. Thank you.

So, I'm gonna want that video back.

Oh, the video? Why would you want to keep it?

Er, isn't it obvious?

I'm trying to blackmail Harvey to throw the match.

Well, you're forcing him to lose.

Well, I couldn't leave my future up to chance, could I?

And I'm not just talking about me and Kyle, because if Avon wins, we all win.

Well, bunking up with Sam was worth it.

Bunking? Me and Sam?

Now, we have seen the messages.

Going easy on him so you wouldn't put his back out, eh?

Yeah. Pilates.

I was helping him say so, but it's a bit of regular exercise.

Someone lovely to talk to.

And what part of the 12-step programme was laying into him?

Hey, exhibit there. Oh.

Look...

Sam was under a lot of pressure when all the sabotage started.

He was, and... Well, he fell off the wagon and we got into it, so...

And you thought he was a liability?

I can't have any weak links.

And did Sam heed your warning? Eh?

We've seen what you can do to people who get in your way.

I'm here to win.

Do you really think that you could lead our players to victory?

Hmm?

Hand over our leverage and you destroy a team that you've loved your whole life.

Are you really that selfish?

No more cheese, Mother, please.

Oh...

(Distorted whistle blow)

Kyle looks how I feel.

Avon Ruff's. More like Avon Duff's.

All right, just keep it down, will you?

Aah... you see, that's the problem with amateurs.

Amateurs thinking they can match the pros.

Your amateur expert tactics just don't cut it, do they?

Speak no more.

Use words like daggers entering my ears.

I've cleared the crime scene.

You can use your dressing room now.

You might need a clean beforehand, though.

Tidy up the locker room, will you?

I think I'm more use...

(Strong whistle blow)

Oh, thanks.

I've just been looking up her hound.

You know, the word I found on the notebook in Sam's office.

I just felt like it might be relevant.

You find anything?

Lots of cute dog videos.

Insurance company, property developer, local gym, toilet cleaner.

Look, it's not your fault.

Leah's put you in an impossible position, dangling the blackmail in front of you.

It's the big match tomorrow and we're no closer to cracking this.

We don't even know if the sabotage has got anything to do with the murder.

You know, my dad wanted me to be a goalie like him.

Did he?

Were you any good?

Couldn't catch a ball to save me life.

Didn't stop me trying, though.

"Arthur Hathaway's lad does not quit."

Truth is, it wasn't me.

Do you feel like you disappointed him?

I never said anything but I knew.

Well, you've got to live your life, haven't you?

I bet your dad was really proud.

No idea.

You know, you always think you're going to have time to fix things, don't you?

And one day you get a call.

Go on, get out of my car. Go and be Frank.

HE SIGHS

Pressure, boys, pressure! Go on!

Go!

(Shouting in the background)

- What's all this? - Armchair experts.

You get them comfy, they relax, pool their knowledge.

It's like having a team of coaches.

Well, close him, put pressure on him!

Right, so why did you call me?

Is that... (clears throat) ...the video?

Well, you've got a sure thing there.

Where's the fun in that?

Here.

That's the only copy.

You know, I never wished Sam dead.

I wanted to beat him, fair and square.

Bring it on.

Right.

HE SIGHS

HE SIGHS

THUNDER CRASHES - (muffled) Sebastian?

Seb?

Oh, hello.

Hello. I had an awful dream that a guy in hell was a PE lesson.

Where have you been? Been calm your whole morning?

This morning?

Well, it's bizarre. I, erm, remember...

having a hot flush and feeling drowsy, and then...

nothing.

What were you doing before you backed down?

Erm, I had some water,

and then I found something down the back of the water cooler.

Hmm.

It's somebody's medication.

They're prescribed to Kyle.

Oh, great! Look! The whole gang's here!

Undercover snakes.

Let me explain. Sam hired us to stop the sabotage.

You mean accused us of murder?

They're trying to ruin us, Dan.

I should have known. No-one's that bad at coaching football.

No. We're on your side.

We stopped her from blackmailing Harvey

so you could have a fair crack at the game.

You stopped a surefire way of his winning?

- When you put it like that... - Toss 'em!

Hang on, who's gonna lead the team? The match starts in an hour!

Oh, please! A bald Panda could have done a better job than you!

CHEERING Come on!

Go down already.

OK, these pain meds are Cedaphaline,

which is a prescription muscle relaxant with intense drowsy side effects.

They must have been in the water. That's what's knocked you out.

Says they're prescribed for degenerative disorders. Oh, poor Kyle.

He's been in pain for the past few days, but how would he sabotage the team?

If his condition got too much, but

pulling out would feel like letting everyone down.

This way, he's not to blame.

What if Sam caught him sabotaging the water and then things just got out of hand?

If Kyle kills Sam to stop the match, there's no telling how far he could go.

We need to get back in there before it's too late.

Come on, Kyle, get in there!

And that's the goal of Kyle Kabeer. He made that look easy.

It's one-all, Dan. Don't panic. We are going to win this.

Get up, Kyle!

(Whistle blowing)

Ah! Run away, Kyle! Where are we going?

This way. No-one comes back here.

Kyle!

Just get out of my way.

Look, you can run, but you won't get very far.

Please, just talk to us.

We found the medication you used to drug the team's water supply.

Look, you found some pills.

So what? Look, I am not going back.

Did you put the drugs in the water so it'd be easier to kill Sam?

Sam?

I'd never hurt him.

So you were slower, suspected something?

Look, I didn't kill Sam.

The sabotage, yeah, I admit.

But you don't understand the pressure I'm under.

Leah's planned our whole future around me playing in

the top leagues, and I can't even get through again.

You were scared of losing her.

Look, I didn't want to let her down. Winning is everything to Leah.

If the team failed through bad luck, you were off the hook.

Leah wouldn't suspect you.

But now she's been on some sort of failure.

Look, this thing inside me has taken everything.

Oh, come on. The team needs you.

- But I can't play. - Oh, but you can lead.

See this badge? It stands for perseverance.

Sixty years of losing.

Some believed you could change that.

Prove it right.

Frank?

We, er... thought we'd return these.

- My trousers? - Yep. Found them on the roof.

People do some strange things when they've been drugged.

- Drugged? - It was in the water supply.

- Effects our disorientation. - Hot flushes.

They're so hot, they make you, er...

- Put your trousers away. - Yeah, and drowsiness.

Knocking you out till morning? Does that sound familiar?

Which proves you were here with Sam the night he was murdered.

You even told us you fell asleep here that night.

I... I told you I spoke to Sam. It doesn't mean I killed him.

Oh, yes, his planned meeting with the shareholders.

Probably wanted to warn them about your scheming with hounds.

- Who? - Hound & Sons.

Properly developer. You wanted to sell the club, didn't you?

- It's ridiculous. - Shall I ring him and ask him?

- The club is my whole life. - Yeah, and you hate it.

I mean, you slap on a smile, but it's all an act, isn't it?

Yeah, you were overwhelmed. You wanted out.

Sam found out you were trying to sell the club.

Wanted to stop you, so you killed him.

- No, you're wrong. I wouldn't... - You called Sam a legend.

He would be furious if he knew you were looting your father's legacy.

Legacy?

Got his boys running round a muddy field?

You think your dad loved this club more than he loved you?

I hope Sam's death was worth you sticking it to your old man.

My dad never showed me one ounce of love that he gave this place.

I was a distant second.

I wish he could see me sell his precious club.

No, Dan, please, just put the lighter down.

Sam, Sam, did it give me her choice?

He... he...

overheard me discussing the sale. He went ballistic. He threatened to tell.

No, no, no! You are betraying everything that your father worked for!

Please, Sam, I thought we could be partners. Share the money.

You will not get away with it. I trusted you. He trusted you!

Shut up!

Your old man would be spinning in his grave!

Spinning in his grave! Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up!

The only good I'll get out of this place is the insurance money. So...

So here's to you, Dan!

Running away, I'm burning this place! Time won't change how you feel!

We'll see.

Oh, Frank!

Oh, God!

What a save!

WHISTLE BLOWS

Let's go, lads! Come on!

Come on, tackle, tackle!

Come on!

CHEERING Come on!

CHEERING

And that's a goal from Kyle Kabir. He made that lucky.

CHEERING

Yeah, that's it! Come on!

CHEERING That's it!

Come on, Drake! Come on!

CHEERING

Avon scores again!

CHEERING

And striking for the final whistle...

CHEERING

...with a 3-1 victory.

Avon FC are moving up a lead.

You can feel the joy in the stadium.

Hey!

Oh, what do you think of his chances?

He's toast.

Oh, they'll be fine. She cares more about him than her ambition, you know.

Oh, here we go.

There you are. Love conquers all.

As long as he's got a safe word.

Yes, yes, yes.

We did it! Congratulations!

National League.

Cheers, Frank.

Ah, er, before I forget...

No, you fought the odds. You showed up when it counted.

Sam would want you to keep that.

I won't let them down.

We won't let them down.

I'm gonna try and rally the fans.

By the club.

OK, don't look so shocked.

Do it right this time and, erm, at least I know where to find a good manager.

Come on. Bye, guys.

See you next season.

You know, I think she meant me.

What, manager? Very funny.

No, I'm serious.

And there's some changes gonna happen around here,

starting with much larger footballs.

Yes, I think they should light up when you kick them.

Ooh, maybe some music, too.

Avon is crying out for a half-time dance-off.

If you're listening, Dad, we won.

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