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Man: Scotland didn't invent football,

but we'll take a back seat to no one

in our passion for the game.

With 40 professional teams in a country of five million,

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football is as much a part of the national fabric

as single malt and bad weather.

Some say it's a religion.

If so, there are two denominations in this church--

Celtic and Rangers.

One Catholic, one Protestant--

us and them.

The forces of evil and darkness

known collectively as ''The Old Firm.''

There maybe no rivalry

in all of football to match theirs,

maybe not in all of sports.

For over a century, the players have bashed heads on the field,

their supporters off it.

Together, they've dominated the game

and won the Scottish Cup more

than all the other teams put together.

But this is not a story about Celtic and Rangers.

There's not enough lager in all the pubs in Glasgow

to do it justice in a single sitting.

Besides, only a fool would try to get it right.

But any story about football in this land

is colored by their rivalry.

Whatever your team, big or small,

football in Scotland isn't a matter of life or death--

it's more important.

( bagpipe music plays )

Minister: Dear Lord, our Father and our Savior...

please welcome one of our own to Your flock.

Alex Wilson loved Kilnockie football

almost as much as he loved his wife, Annie,

and his three sons.

For 47 years, he never missed a home match.

So it is fitting that we send him off today

in the place he liked to call home.

A family man, and a football man,

Alex Wilson played the game of life

with loyalty to those he loved,

with kindness to all he met.

He was a generous man who never stopped trying

to help others-- right up to the final whistle.

May you rest in peace, Alexander Wilson,

and may you always run with the lads.

He's a fucking headcase, Peter, a waster, eh?

What are you trying to build,

a football team or a distillery?

- He scores goals. - Oh, aye, he could.

Couldn't score in a brothel now.

Why do you think he was available?

You know, Gordon, I know this is a family affair.

I respect that. It's none of my business, by the way,

but I want to make sure

you don't put your personal feelings ahead

of whatever's good for the team.

Buying a team is different than running a team.

How do you think the lads are gonna feel

bringing in a player who makes more

- than all of them combined? - You know what?

If they really wanna win, it's not an issue.

- Oh. - He puts fans in the stands.

You know why? Simple.

He's really good.

He can score, he plays defense,

he anticipates, he can see the field.

He's won two Golden Boots.

This guy's gonna give us the punch we need, Gordon,

to make a run at the Cup. Don't you wanna win a Cup?

We've won the first three matches without him.

I know, but now the big boys are here.

Teams win the Cup, Peter,

not prima donnas reminiscing over their past glories.

I used to have hair...

once upon a time.

Eh?

( screeching )

Bloody menace !

Where the hell do you think you are?

Fucking nutter.

Peter: There's never a League Champion year.

Not even a semifinal appearance in a Cup.

Nothing. 1899 to 1999, nothing.

- The wilderness years. - Gordon: Yeah.

Peter, is the meeting over?

No.

Gordon, I'm thinking about moving this team to Dublin.

A Scottish football team in Ireland?

Next you'll be wanting us to play Gaelic football

and use our fucking hands.

You should be locked up. You're kidding.

They're so hungry for professional football.

Really hungry.

And they've got a brand new stadium.

Don't you want more than this?

I do.

After a hundred years,

you want to move the Kilnockie team to Ireland?

You're talking about the heartbeat of this town.

10 decades of tradition.

I mean, you're talking about--

you're talking about my job.

You're not going anywhere.

I'll tell you another thing,

Jackie McQuillan's gonna make a difference too.

I want to be there when you tell 'em

you're moving the team to Ireland.

Minister: Earth to earth,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

in the sure and certain hope

of resurrection to eternal life,

through our Lord Jesus Christ

Amen.

Boylie.

Come on, son, pass back!

Go on, Boylie, bury it.

Well done. Good save, Brian.

Go on, Kirky.

Yes, good save.

Get in there, Silky.

Come on, Silky.

Jesus Andy, you can't score if the ball's not in the net.

Look, lads, it's where you put it,

not where you point it that counts.

Aye, goes for your women as well, right?

Okay, Romeo, you show 'em how it's done.

( speaking foreign language )

There's three points in American football, cap.

Okay, smart-mouth, let's see how well you do.

- Let's put the Yank in the net. - Give 'em hell, Kelsey.

Well done, Kelsey.

Not bad for a pizza boy from the States.

Well done, Kelsey.

Go on, go on.

Where, where's he going?

Hey! Where's he going?

Hey, Diego! Hey!

- Where's he going? - Home?

I don't think he likes the weather.

Hey, come here.

Diego, come here.

Come back here !

Hey!

Training begins at 10:00 sharp.

You better tell the sheeps, Gordon.

They seem to like the roads better than they like the fields.

I didn't want this.

Nor did I.

But I'm here to play football.

You were always a fuck-up, McQuillan.

Always will be.

Nice to see you too, Gordon.

Aye.

Fucking hell.

Alan Barnes, Jackie.

- Pleasure to meet you. - How are you doing, Alan?

We're probably happier to have you than you are to be here,

but you know, just--

just think of it as Parkhead.

A wee bit different. What do you think?

- Okay then. - I'll show you the guys.

Woman: I wonder how it went today--

Jackie and Dad together again.

If Jackie showed up.

Yeah, well, he told me he was going to.

He told you a lot of things he was going to do.

We've started seeing each other again.

Landing in the Second Division hit him hard, Mom.

- Let alone here. - He's lucky to be here.

He's brought enough pain to your life, Kate.

He's little Jackie's father.

You can't undo what's been done.

Loving them is never the problem, is it, Mom?

It's everything else,

when you share your husband with this game.

Your father and I have been married for 40 years.

It's not the amount of time, Mom.

When you marry a football man, you become a football wife.

Talent, temperament--

the church they believe in.

Inside, I swear to God,

they are all driven, stubborn, selfish,

and as competitive as a pack of street dogs.

And those are probably just the best traits.

The truth is that...

Jackie and Dad are actually more alike than they are different.

( door opens )

Hi, Dad.

Hi, I'm Andy Gray. Welcome to ''Sky Sports,''

here to talk about the headline

that's dominated Scottish football.

It is, of course, the recent signing

by Kilnockie of Jackie McQuillan,

twice a Golden Boot winner.

No doubt the supporters will be looking forward

to some great goal scoring magic.

So, let's take a look back at the career

of this legendary Celtic striker.

Jackie !

Gray: The question now is...

he may be down, but is he out?

Will the gamble pay off

for Kilnockie's American owner,

Peter Cameron, and manager, Gordon McCleod?

All of Scotland will be watching.

Hey, Jackie.

How are you doing?

I just wanted to say what an honor it was

to be playing on the same field with you today.

When I was in college I used to watch

the satellite feed of your matches.

And I remember the time

where you beat three Rangers defenders,

and dinked the ball

over the keeper's head to get the winner--

in injury time.

Man, that was--

that was some goal.

I'm sorry, I forgot your name.

Kelsey.

Kelsey, let me give you a piece of advice.

You don't live in the past, son.

- Announcer: St. Mirren... - Man: Shh.

Announcer: ...will play Kilmarnock.

Dundee will play

Queen of the South.

Kilnockie...

will play Dumbarton.

( cheering )

( phone rings )

- Hello? - Hello, Irene.

- Is Gordon there? - Uh-huh, Ian, he is.

- Great news. - He's just coming.

- Ian. - Hey, gaffer.

- Aye. - Have you heard the draw?

Dumbarton, at home.

Gives us a right chance to get through, eh?

Only if we score more goals than they do.

- Oh, I'm sure we will. - Aye, it's great.

- Okay then, bye. - Talk to you later.

Dumbarton, eh?

Maybe we'll go one more.

Oh, aye, maybe.

Was Jackie at training today?

Jackie?

Late.

Sheep on the road.

If it's not one thing it's another.

Mmm.

I thought he was out of my life forever.

Are we planning on having another child, Gordon?

Eh?

( scoffs )

Then you might try saying hello to the one you do have.

The only one.

Right here.

Hey, hold.

- Cheers. - Hi.

Hello. Hey, hi, son.

- What's your name? - Martin Christie, sir.

- What position you play? - Sweeper, sir.

Sweeper. Too bad. You'll go against Jackie McQuillan.

If he gets half a step on you, the ball's in the net.

Hello, gaffer.

Go shit a brick somewhere, eh?

Good to see you. Cheers.

Hello, Rob MacLean and Andy Gray here

on the Cup trail at Kilnockie

against Dumbarton.

It's the fourth round of the Cup,

we're down to the last 16

and little Kilnockie hopes the road to glory

starts here for them against Dumbarton.

And, Andy, Jackie's back.

No doubt about that. That's who we're all here to see.

He may have been in London with Arsenal for two years,

but the fans certainly haven't forgotten the boy.

Hey, hey, Colin. Colin !

Tell your wife I'll be around Tuesday morning as usual.

Some girl that, Colin, eh?

You big fucking Nancy boy!

I hear your wife's a bit of a goalkeeper, too, eh?

She lets everything in but the balls !

# When I'm calling you #

# We've all shagged her too. #

On the bench is the Kilnockie manager, Gordon McCleod.

There must be mixed feelings for him at the moment

as his long-removed son-in-law

returns to Scottish football.

And, Andy, I wonder what sort

of physical shape Jackie's in.

Physically he looks a little heavy,

but he'll lose those pounds in the next month or so.

It's mentally where I've got a worry.

This is a young lad who's played

at the top level all of his life.

He's won the Golden Boot twice as well.

He doesn't know what life's like at this level.

Here he is today playing for a Second Division and the Cup,

and not only that, playing for his father-in-law.

Come on !

The first real attack on goal.

And the first real test of Brian Burns

in the Kilnockie goal but the shot flies wide.

Get it out.

We're on the attack.

That's Peter Cameron,

the American owner of Kilnockie,

looking on nervously.

First 40 minutes of this match or so,

I'm looking at Jackie's performance.

he looks a little heavy legged to me.

He looks a little off the pace, but his touch is good.

But if you give this guy half a chance, he'll take it.

So Kilnockie continuing to press forward,

but still no break through.

Corner kick.

And Owen Coyle will take this one.

Left footed, curling it in.

He's aimed it towards McQuillan.

Up goes Jackie McQuillan !

His header-- And the opening goal !

Kilnockie are ahead !

Daddy scored ! Yeah !

You talk about fitness, you don't need it.

He needs half a yard.

We said the boy was a finisher.

He's just shown the whole of Kilnockie

he hasn't lost the magic art.

A minute before half time.

What a great boost that is for Kilnockie.

What happened? What happened?!

Well what the fuck do you think happened?!

Yes ! Yes !

Yes !

That was pure instinct.

The timing of the run. And it's one-nil.

( chattering )

Malkie.

Fucking Malkie.

The most recognizable striker in all of Scotland,

and not one of you fuckwits mark him.

Is he talking about you?

I don't think it's you, that's for sure.

Malcolm, you're hanging around like a fart in a trance.

Can you not see McQuillan?

Well, if he's not Casper the fucking ghost, mark him !

'Cause if you don't, you'll be beside me

on the bench for the rest of the fucking season

getting skelfs in your arse ! Fucking do it!

Do it!

Just because you don't like my biscuits,

doesn't mean you can break my crockery!

Not in this place you don't.

( whistle sounds )

Announcer: Well, it's been all Dumbarton

for the last 20 minutes, but I do feel that Kilnockie

have defended comfortably. No real dramas.

I just think that they're gonna see it through.

I think they're in the next round.

And there goes the final whistle.

Mike McCurry, the referee, brings the match to an end.

And the celebrations are with the Kilnockie supporters.

They are through to the last eight of the Cup.

And the match winner is Jackie McQuillan.

The only goal of the game.

The header from Owen Coyle's corner.

Kilnockie march on.

Well, the chairman'll be a pretty pleased man

because he said that Jackie McQuillan

would put bumps on seats, would score goals,

and he's done both of those today.

This'll be interesting.

The manager hugging every player as they come off.

What about the son-in-law? What about the goal scorer?

What does he get? A good firm hand shake.

I thought you might like some tea, boss.

I won't be late, I'm having dinner with your dad.

Why can't I come?

Well, because then Maggie

would have no one to keep her company.

I'm not that much fun.

Oh yes, you are.

( moaning )

Yes ! Oh, Jackie !

Oh, Jackie !

( phone ringing )

( ringing continues )

Oh, shit.

Katie, what was I supposed to do?

It was the first match. It was our first win.

How could I not go out with them?

And you couldn't have called?

Couldn't have torn yourself away from the lads,

for what, 30 seconds?

- I should've. - I thought you'd stopped drinking.

Drinking-drinking, I have.

I haven't touched the hard stuff.

But I just figured, after the match

a couple of beers with the boys--

Jackie, what will you ever do

the day you run out of excuses?

'Cause God knows, Jackie, it is a thick book.

But somehow, I just--

I keep thinking

you must be near the end. You must be.

So are you, Jackie?

'Cause, my book of patience is just almost as thick.

But I know I'm at the end.

Katie.

Great goal, Jackie.

Yeah, I want 50 quid on Hearts.

I want 50 quid on Trap Five.

Yeah, and give me 200 quid on the Rangers.

Okay?

You should try this new invention, Gordon.

Called a car.

I prefer this thing they call exercise.

It's a little old-fashioned, Jackie,

but you might want to try it.

It doesn't run out of gas--

at the end of the game.

Okay...

after the draw, we'll know who's up next.

But it won't matter if we play like we played on Saturday.

That'll be out last go in the Cup,

and our last chance to make up any ground.

'Cause we're not the most talented team in Scotland.

So we'll go only as far--

as our hearts

and our lungs will carry us.

Now, the heart is up to you.

The lungs I can help you with and will.

That's my job.

And maybe get using this.

Or some wee part of it.

You give me the heart, I'll give you the lungs.

And together we'll work on the head.

Eh, go on, Jackie.

One more time. Eh, one more time, eh.

That's good. Go on, Andy.

Good. Oh, brilliant.

Well done.

Perfect, perfect.

- Brilliant, brilliant. - Hey, hey, hey.

Kelsey, Kelsey, more rhythm.

Bop-bop-bop-bop.

Bop-bop-bop-bop.

Bop-bop-bop-bop.

( whistles )

Great training, lads. That's great.

If the other team looks like this at the end of the match,

- hey, we've got a chance. - ( cell phone rings )

( cell phone rings )

Oh.

Am I interrupting somebody's wee plans here?

( cell phone ringing )

Ian,

drive Jackie's car back to the grounds.

Lads, have a run home,

compliments of Mr. McQuillan.

- ( angry chatter ) - Hey, just fucking shut it.

Listen to the gaffer and get on with it. Move it.

( whistles )

Go. Out of here.

Out. Go.

Fucking tosser.

Tell Ronaldo our offer is final.

And get me Zidane.

See ya.

One fucking dent and you'll need an ice-pack for your bollocks !

( whistles )

( laughs )

It's a good thing, this invention, eh?

You know, once I get the lungs in shape

we can move onto the head.

And work on that together, eh, boss?

You know, I've been thinking,

when it comes to Katie,

we're exactly where we were, aren't we?

Celtic, Ranger--

the forces of darkness and evil, eh, gaffer?

Give me some, Brenda.

I'm fucking starving.

You've got fuck all, big man.

Martin Smith, the devil himself.

Don't let the boss see you reading about him.

- How come? - Because you're in Scotland.

There's two camps in Scotland.

There's the Smith camp and the McCleod camp.

And seeing as you're playing for the McCleods,

I suggest keeping your ass in this one, you know?

- Yeah, thanks, Al. - Hey, man, no problem.

Anytime.

Anytime.

And so that's when the boss ended up in Dundee.

- Smith was the manager, - Right.

Gordon was his assistant.

Along comes a new chairman.

Not unlike, you know, you-know-who.

Thinks he can run the team better than the guys

actually running the fucking team.

So Gordon and Smithy, they agreed to quit.

Two friends, one plan. It's done.

It's done and concrete.

The boss goes in first, hands his resignation.

Smithy goes in last.

The rest is history.

Man: Shhh, hey, hey.

Announcer: Hibernian...

will play Dunfermline Athletic.

Kilnockie...

will play Queen of the South.

Hey, that could have been worse, lads.

That could've been a lot fucking worse.

- Rangers... - Shhh.

will play Celtic.

( crowd cheers )

Kelsey!

I'm joined now by former Ranger, Andy Gray.

Celtic and Rangers going head-to-head in the quarter-finals.

Unless you're a Celtic or a Rangers fan,

you've got to be happy about your team's chances

- of getting into the next round. - The truth is, Rob,

if you're gonna win the Cup, you'll have to beat

one of these teams along the way.

But beating one of them is a lot easier than beating both.

Now, you've seen your share of Cup competition,

besides a favorable draw,

what else has to happen for a lower division team

to have a shot at glory?

Well, scoring more goals than your opponents helps.

I think big decisions have to go your way.

You do need to get lucky.

Of course, if your name's on the Cup, that helps.

Thank you, sir.

Peter: Hey, Gordon.

I'll be right down.

- How are you doing? - Good.

- How are you doing? - Okay.

Good.

You want a Coke or something? Or a juice?

- No, no, I'm fine. - Tea?

Okay. Okay.

I'm sorry I was late, I was out working in the yard.

Come here, I wanna show you something.

You wanna see something cool?

Check this out, man.

- Oh. - Yeah.

- Brilliant. - Yeah.

You see? You can check our scores.

- Uh-huh, I see. - Look at that. See?

Man U . They lost.

Queen of the South.

Heard they played like shite.

Good enough to win.

Yeah, I guess so.

You're sure you don't want a tea or something?

- No, no, I'm fine, fine. - You want a grape?

Let me ask you something.

What's your opinion on where we play these guys?

Well, we drew them at home with hometown fans.

Scottish fans.

- It's what you fight for. - Yeah, I know.

It's kinda what I'm afraid of, you know?

They brought, like, 8,000 maniac fans

a couple of years ago to the Coke Cup.

You know, in our stadium, I'm not sure,

that'd be so safe. Could get crazy.

They can buy their tickets like everyone else.

How important do you think home field advantage is?

( laughs )

I mean, let me ask you,

you think we can beat a First Division team?

At my age, you take any chance you get.

If you're lucky enough to even get one,

you sure don't piss away the one edge you have.

- Correct? - Yeah.

You know, I'm gonna tell you something.

If we had a bigger stadium,

we'd make a whole lot more money on one match

than we make in any four, all year.

Do you want to make more money or do you want us to do better?

I wanna do both.

You've already talked to the constable, haven't you?

Yeah. And he agrees with me.

There's no way he can guarantee our safety.

That's a lot of crap and you know it.

The safety of your wallet's more like it. Right?

You know...

you know, I'm going to tell you something.

I really respect you and I know we both love soccer.

And I know those guys would lay down their lives for you.

And I know something else, you and me we're like twins.

Thing is, Gordon, I'm asking you to work with me.

'Cause if our name's on the Cup,

it doesn't matter where we play.

- You know what I mean? - Cheers.

Whew. Boy.

Announcer: It was the name of Kilnockie

which came out of the hat first, but it's turned into

a home game for Queen of the South.

They've given away home advantage, have Kilnockie.

Will the gamble pay off?

Well, the next 90 minutes will tell us that,

but I know Gordon McCleod was furious

and didn't agree with his chairman, Peter Cameron.

It's a fantastic atmosphere.

Queen of the South going into this one, obviously, as the favorites.

They're in the First Division, Kilnockie from the Second.

But with Jackie McQuillan up front, anything's possible.

Gordon: How you doing? See you.

Go easy on the lads today.

Not used to playing you big boys.

Graham, what are you looking so serious for?

It's only us. He-man, eh?

All right?

Announcer: There's not much doubt

about the match in the quarter-finals.

It's the meeting of The Old Firm at Ibrox.

But try telling that to the people packed inside

Palmerston for this one.

And, of course, Andy,

one of The Old Firms today will perish.

Hey, deefie ! Hey, deefie !

Is that your wife cleaning the bogs up behind the terraces?

'Cause there's a big queue of guys up there

and they're all smiling like fucking Coco the Clown !

( sings circus melody )

- Hello. - Hi.

I though you had too much class work.

Always, but a girl's got to have some fun.

Announcer: It's a ridiculous decision

for the chairman to force this team to go away from home

and give up home advantage, especially when the team

you're playing is a division above.

He's only chasing the fast buck. That's wrong.

We've had a good run in the Cup, lads,

and I'm proud of you. I'm proud.

But now we're in against the bigger teams.

Now, you know, what they're thinking about

right now in there, eh?

Their next match.

They've already beaten you. I've seen their eyes.

You're nothing but a 90-minute pass to the semi-finals.

So, let them play their next match up here,

we'll play this one out there.

Get the result

and tell them they missed a hell of a game, okay?

Everybody up and let's go.

- ( cheering ) - Let's go.

Announcer: A chance to make progress to the semi-finals

as this match gets under way.

( whistle )

Looking early on at McQuillan,

I think he might find himself very,

very tightly marked this afternoon.

That little burst of pace wasn't there a month ago.

It's there now.

And he sparks the first attack on Coyle

at the back post and Andy Smith'seffort

spins up into the arms of the goalkeeper.

They're under pressure here

as an attack is sparked

by Queen of the South.

And that's a good solid save.

Well behind it was Brian Burns.

They've given away home advantage,

they don't wanna give away the first goal.

That's a very important save.

Coylie, Coylie !

- For fuck's sake ! - And that's a heavy tackle.

That's a bad tackle.

You won't get a fucking sniff today.

You're fucking mine all fucking day.

Announcer: We wondered who would be the man marker,

- and it's Derek McCall. - ( crowd chants ''Off! '' )

That's a cynical, crude tackle from behind.

A little message from McCall--

'' Hey, McQuillan, there's more to come.''

A minute to go in the first half.

It's Queens on the attack.

It's Angus Doyle with the shot.

And he scores !

Through the legs of Burns.

A blunder by the keeper.

That won't endear him to the manager.

And Queens have the lead.

What a blow for Kilnockie.

44 minutes of great defending spoiled by one mistake.

You mentioned the manager. He won't be happy.

He's an ex-goalkeeper.

Fucking !

- Boss... - Hey!

I'm sorry. I should have shut my fucking legs.

No, son, no. Your mother should have shut hers.

Okay.

They're marking close, lads.

You've got to move without the ball to lose your marker.

Try and work off your man.

Stretch them a bit at the back, okay?

And make 'em work. Alan, your first touch

is taking it farther than I could kick it. Relax on the ball.

Son, their striker always fakes to one side

and pushes it onto his right foot every time.

- Right, okay, yeah. - Jim, keep going, wee man.

Superb. Aye, aye.

Brian, you've got 45 minutes to make amends.

Get yourself an early touch,

and command the area, right?

Okay, boss.

( stuttering ) Is there anything else?

Don't give away any more

f-f-fucking goals.

( laughter )

How will Kilnockie respond in the second half?

What a psychological blow it was to concede that goal

in the final minute of the first half.

And they need to give themselves some belief--

And it's McQuillan. Oh, unbelievable !

What a start to the second half!

The question is answered.

- It's one-one. - Oh, what a response.

You know, people often ask me

when managers earn their money.

Half time it's one of those times.

And the manager's earned his dough there.

He sent his team out absolutely flying.

We talked about man marking.

You can get as tight as you like against this boy.

McCall was, but McQuillan's ability was too good.

What a finish from the kid.

Here come Kilnockie again. And Owen Coyle.

He's aimed it toward McQuillan.

Onto his right foot, the shot and the goal !

It's another one for Kilnockie.

On me, lads. Someone up there loves us today.

There's time to lose it yet.

Queen of the South now trying to battle

their way back into the Cup tie.

And that's a bad foul by McQuillan this time on McCall.

He's hitting back after a fair bit of provocation

- and that's not clever. - It's not the way you do it.

Scoring goals is the way you do it for him.

But that's just a little bit of revenge.

He has been kicked from pillar to post, though,

for most of this game by McCall,

so I suppose we could see it coming.

That deflected shot was well held by Brian Burns.

Kilnockie have defended well.

That was a good confident, solid stop

and that gives confidence to his defense.

And Jimmy Boyle flights it across towards McQuillan.

His overhead kick! Oh, that's brilliant!

( crowd cheers )

And that is surely the goal

which takes Kilnockie through to the semis.

It's also the goal of the competition.

If he was Brazilian, we would be talking about

this goal for the rest of the season.

There's talkers and there's fucking doers.

Just like I'm doing your fucking missus.

- You shouldn't let her go. - What did you say?

That's a sweet fucking shag, your wife Jackie.

But wait a minute, what's happening here?

He's lost the plot!

He's lashed out, it's McQuillan at McCall.

- Words were said. - See you later, asshole.

McQuillan lashed out and there's only one outcome.

Referee Willie Young holds up the red card.

McQuillan off. Kilnockie down to 10 men.

- I give up. - What is he doing?

He's absolutely mad.

In those 15 seconds, we've just seen a cameo of this man.

From the sheer brilliance of a hat trick,

to the sheer stupidity of his actions.

- Unbelievable. - Fuck's sake !

Get your fucking sellin' out on the road.

What are you fucking on about?!

He might need that medical bag if the manager,

Gordon McCleod, gets to him.

Reporter: What prompted the fight, Gordon?

You know Jackie, he could start a fight in an empty house.

What did you tell him?

I told him you cannot score from the stands.

A wee bit of the old Jackie out there today, aye, Gordon?

Aye, aye.

But old or new, eh, old or new,

it's the team that win or loses.

I like the way my lads hung on at the end.

There have been some rumors about your team going to Dublin.

Can you comment on that?

I think the Irish have enough troubles

without sending them this team.

- Thanks, Jackie. - No problem.

Maybe someday my own kid will get to see me play, eh?

Oh, play.

Is that what you call your performance today?

Why do you think I stopped bringing him?

- That guy was a wanker. - And you had absolutely

no trouble sinking to his level, did you?

Dad's dream is winning that Cup.

Now you're defending him.

It'd be a bad living defending the likes of you two.

I'm driving.

How come everybody's driving my fucking car but me?

Drinking beer out of a whiskey bottle?

What are we doing here?

How can you know where you're going, Jackie,

if you can't remember where you're from?

The Gorbals.

The birthplace of the great Jackie McQuillan.

You say you want to get back together.

You can't even pull yourself together.

You're sill drinking.

Still getting tossed out of games.

So what's changed, huh?

What is different since I left?

What's in it for me and little Jackie,

except more of the same?

Katie, where are you going?

Home.

At least I know where it is.

There's no danger of her being here, eh?

Honest to God, Gordon,

you'd think it was a virus you were discussing

and not your own flesh and blood.

( bell rings )

Granny! Grandpa !

Oh, my wee man, how are you doing?

Maggie? Maggie, it's us.

Striker, eh?

Rangers' quarter-final victory today

was overshadowed by violence which broke out

inside Ibrox with little more than a minute to play

and spilled onto the streets.

Police were able to restore order,

but not before three supporters

were taken to the hospital.

Another dozen were arrested

- and flare-ups were reported... - Hurry up, Campbell.

Rangers go through with a four-two victory at home.

But the score is still being settled in some parts of Glasgow.

In other Cup quarter-final action,

Dunfermline were victors today

along with Kilmarnock and little Kilnockie.

Come on !

Quick, get in the car!

Move quick.

I'm Jackie McQuillan. Now move.

Quick.

What are you doing? Are you stupid?

You should know better than that.

You're lucky I was the one that picked you up.

- Make sure he gets home, boss. - No problem.

Cheers.

By the way, if I had a real top, I'd give you one.

Okay?

Vendor: Evening Times !

Times !

Evening Times !

Gordon: The problem is, people don't change.

No, not in the basic way.

No matter what happens,

what they go through, what they stand to lose.

You are what you are.

Aye.

Just be as hard on yourself as you are on others.

You too, eh?

- ( laughs ) - Gordon.

That's fine, Irene.

No, no, that's fine.

I'm not saying there haven't been disappointments.

Disappointments?

What are you talking about?

Jackie getting red-carded isn't a disappointment,

just an accident waiting to happen.

I'm surprised it took so long.

What I don't need is you or anyone else telling me

how I'm supposed to feel when people knife me

in the back or take something precious from me.

I just think it's time you let something precious

back into your life.

It'll be time when it's time, okay?

But seeing those pictures today...

of wee Jackie,

it was like viewing something beautiful while walking on glass.

'Cause here there was only joy.

But in my guts, deep down,

it's a terrible gnawing.

'Cause, Irene, there's not a day that passes

( sobbing )

I don't think about Katie. My sweet, sweet Katie.

Not a minute I don't hurt.

But it wasn't me who married outside the church she was brought up in,

just like it wasn't me who hung his best friend out to dry.

Nor is it me who pissed away more talent

than God gave any other 10 players put together.

But it was me...

who had his daughter stolen from him.

- Jackie never stole Kate-- - She was engaged to be married

to another man when Jackie McQuillan stepped into her life.

- What do you call that? - They fell in love, Gordon.

You can't change some things.

You just said it.

But you can change the way you look at things

and think about them.

So tell me, just how are you looking

at the prospect of me looking for a job

when the team moves to Dublin?

You only betray yourself, Gordon,

if you can't let go

of the things that cause you pain.

I don't care if you ever talk to Martin Smith again.

But it's not the same with Kate.

She loves you with all her heart.

And you know why?

Because some things never change.

( crowd cheering )

( yelling )

Yes !

Promoted to the First Division, man.

Congratulations.

Listen to these guys.

Is that good enough to keep us here?

You're the talk of all Scotland. Everybody's digging you.

Let's just keep everybody talking till you and me

are drinking from the Cup, huh?

- Towels, boys. - ( yelling )

( laughs )

That's outrageous, eh?

Right. Okay.

Let's see if you can beat your old man with a spot kick.

Don't fancy. Give it your best.

Come on.

Yeah !

Yeah !

You know your trouble?

You've been watching too much Italian football.

- I haven't. - You have. Now come here.

The whole object is to be cool.

Scoring a goal should be as natural

as having your breakfast.

Usually one fist gets the job done.

The attitude should be

plenty more where that came from.

Now, let's talk about the goal.

The spectacular goal.

The goal that wins the Cup Final.

What you've got to do is freeze and capture the moment.

Both hands in the air, fists raised.

You don't move, and you remember...

all these people in the stadium are here because of you.

How's this?

Perfect.

Now, here's the set-up.

Cup Final.

Hampden Park.

50,000 fans.

It's a penalty shoot out.

Everybody's scored.

And you have got the last kick.

You know something?

You're shitting your pants.

You've got to beat me.

Right, come on.

Oh ! Now remember...

50,000 fans.

Can you hear them?

Give me your best. Come on then, give us it.

Yeah !

Are you all right?

I just keep thinking about that boy.

It could just as easily have been wee Jackie, you know?

Wearing his Celtic top

in the wrong part of town.

About to get hurt because of that.

Yeah, well, you saved him, babe.

You should be happy about that.

You know the press, they blew everything out of proportion.

Those kids never even saw him.

It's still us versus them.

I mean, look at your father.

He hasn't been to church in 40 years.

40 years.

And he won't talk to his daughter

because she married someone

who hadn't been to his church in 20.

How do we undo that?

What about us?

Start over.

Remember what it was that got you started in the first place?

Build on that.

- Redis cover where-- - Sshhh.

Announcer: It's semi-final time. Kilnockie nearly promoted

but still in the Second Division

against Kilmarnock from the Premier League.

And no chance of Kilnockie relinquishing home advantage,

because we're on neutral ground at Premier Park,

where not only are they facing a Premiership side, Rob,

they've got to beat them without Jackie McQuillan.

After his recent sending off against Queen of the South,

he's sitting in the stands.

- Hey, man. - Hi, chairman.

Jackie, Mr. O'Shea and Mr. Clancy.

Jackie McQuillan. Great player this guy.

Could get used to this gaffer. Let's make it a habit.

Aye, aye.

And that's the experienced Hugh Dallas as the referee.

Watch this. Here we go.

- Oh, right. - ( whistle sounds )

And the semi-final gets under way.

The striking on us for Kilnockie falls

on Andy Smith and Owen Coyle.

The side, of course, minus McQuillan.

The supply, it's hoped, will come from Alan Lawrence.

And immediately it's Lawrence in possession.

A curling cross into the area but too close to the keeper

and plucked out of the air by Meldrum.

Well, I've been very impressed with this start, Rob.

I thought they might defend in the early stages of this game,

but they've actually looked to try to score an early goal, Kilnockie.

Very ambitious.

There'll be pressure from Kilmarnock, of course, the favorites.

And it's them on the attack

with that shot directly at Brian Burns.

A comfortable save but that will give him some confidence.

He's certainly a key man.

Well, if you don't have your top goal scorer,

and you don't have your best player,

you might have to rely on your goalkeeper today.

That's a confidence boosting save.

Here come Kilnockie again. Again it's Lawrence.

He's made a good start. He cuts in.

This is a real chance for Kilnockie.

A brave save by Meldrum at his feet.

But he overran it, surely.

Yes, he definitely did. It was a brave save.

But he's a postman, young Lawrence,

and he should have delivered a better finish than he did.

That was an absolutely glorious opportunity.

Here comes another opportunity.

It's Owen Coyle.

Cuts in from the right hand side

onto his favorite left peg.

The cross aimed at Andy Smith.

Smith's header... and it's a goal !

A crushing header from Smith.

And Kilnockie leads Kilmarnock by a goal to nil.

Well, it can't get much better than this for this side.

Second Division against Premier.

They've really held their own in the opening half hour.

And what a sucker punch.

Beautifully flighted ball,

and I have to say a towering, accurate,

almost unstoppable header from big Andy Smith.

We got the goal we weren't sure we could get, lads, hey?

Now we have to make it stand up.

Don't get caught ball watching.

See the ball through your man.

That's the way you shut them down.

You cut off their movement.

And remember, you only get one chance at a Premier team.

This is our shot at glory, lads, all right?

All right, go and give it to them !

( together ) Come on, let's go!

Announcer: Kilmarnock giving it everything in this second half

as they try to battle their way back into the Cup tie.

They badly want to be in the final.

But they are one down, Andy.

Yes, but they've been camped in Kilnockie's half

for the opening half hour of this second half.

And their goalkeeper, Brian Burns,

has been absolutely sensational.

They're looking a little tired as we get

to the last quarter of an hour.

I am a touch concerned for them.

Burns has been a hero so far.

- Who's got 11 ? - He's been brave and decisive

- and he has to continue to be so. - Who's got 11 ?

- 11 ! - Curled in toward the near post.

- 11 ! - Burns has to come for it,

and he makes a good solid confident punch.

Oh, but he's fallen awkwardly.

And he's not getting up. Burns is in trouble.

This could be a bad injury blow.

Almost symbolically, the rain's come down on Premier Park.

Black clouds overhead for the Kilnockie supporters.

Kelsey, get warmed up. Come on, quickly.

Hurry up. Hey, Kelsey, get warmed up!

Come on, get warmed up. Hurry up.

Announcer: He landed really awkwardly, Rob.

As he got into the net, I think his arm tangled there.

It went underneath him. All his weight landed on his shoulder.

I think he's got serious problems.

I think we're about to see a substitution made.

Come on, Kelsey, pay attention.

- Get your mind on it. - Kelsey O'Brian

is the reserve keeper on the bench. He's 23.

And he's played soccer at Dartmouth College

in the U .S., but he's never experienced anything like this.

Well, what a test for the young man.

Goodness knows how he's feeling.

He knows he's coming on.

God, what nerves.

What nerves he must have.

Here's your chance, son.

No more small print.

Just big fucking headlines up for grabs.

So, go and grab 'em.

I was just thinking, Rob,

we're about to witness probably the biggest 10 minutes

in the history of Kilnockie Football Club.

And what do they have to do?

Put a rookie American with no experience

and no one's ever heard of, into the goal.

The crowd knows he's American. Listen to them.

Is that, ''Yank, Yank, Yank,''

or is it something even more offensive, I wonder?

( crowd chanting ''Yank'' )

But he's got lucky, I tell ya,

I thought that was a corner.

I thought Burns punched it straight out.

The referee has given a goal kick in all the confusion.

Gives the goalkeeper a chance to settle.

Good clearance up field. Get settled.

Dear, oh dear. Well, that's ominous.

His first touch of the ball, a real sclaff.

He took a chunk of turf.

And let's hope his shot stopping

is better than his goal kicking.

Here comes the Kilmarnock pressure.

Dealt with quite comfortably there.

- Hetherston thumped it clear. - Fuck, four minutes.

- Where's he get that from? - The signal from the touch-line

is that four minutes will be added.

Oh, Christ. How much time?

I don't know. I can't look.

Agony written all over the faces

of the Kilnockie supporters. Can they hold on?

How much time are you giving them?

Why don't you stick on a green jersey

- and make it legal, eh?! - Calm down, okay?

You either behave yourself...

Who said there's no pressure in this game?

Hugh Dallas telling him in no uncertain terms,

''Sit down, son.''

You can blow the whistle any old time,

says Gordon McCleod.

That one last chance possibly

for Kilmarnock.

Kilmarnock pressing. That's a good effort.

And touched over the top by Kelsey O'Brian.

That's a corner kick.

They're almost there, Rob. 10 seconds to go.

This could be the last chance for Kilmarnock.

And that's a good punch by O'Brian.

It's out of the danger area.

As the full time whistle goes.

It's unbelievable !

Kilnockie are through to the final

of the Scottish Cup and they'll play,

believe it or not, Rangers.

Well, I can't believe what I've witnessed this afternoon.

A Second Division side

arrived here against a Premier League side.

They arrive here without the top man.

Without their main striker.

Their goalkeeper gets carried off 10 minutes from the end.

They stick in a rookie American

no-one's ever hear of. Hold out.

It's unbelievable.

And victorious scenes there'll be

in Kilnockie tonight

as the reality of what they've achieved today

begins to sink in.

And it will take some sinking in

for Kelsey O'Brian.

He's joined the little team with the big heart

and he's come up with the goods.

Kelsey. Here's to your future.

Well done.

Well done.

Gordon: So, Kelsey, you feeling all right?

Kelsey: I feel a bit, you know, sick.

You know...

before the semi-final,

the most people I ever played in front of was maybe 2,200.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

- You ever fish? - Yeah, with my grandpa as a kid.

Well, when you're standing in that river, son,

there's only one thing you're concentrating on.

That wee fly floating with the current 30, 40 feet away.

So you mend your line once or twice,

but you never take your eye off the wee fly.

It's the same thing with goalkeeping.

You get the angle you want,

make sure of your footing, keep your line,

then you concentrate on nothing

but that wee bouncing ball out there.

Everything else goes.

The fans, the noise, the colors,

all the jumping around.

Now, that's what I want you to do against the Rangers, eh?

Go fishing.

( singing Scottish music )

( applauding )

# Oh, the summertime has come #

# And the trees are sweetly blooming #

# And the wild mountain thyme #

# Grows around the purple heather #

# Will you go, lassie, go?

- Are you dancing? - Are you asking?

Aye.

# And we'll all go together #

# To pull wild mountain thyme #

# All around the blooming heather #

# Will you go, #

# Lassie, go? #

- ( music ends ) - Well played, lads.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Gordon McCleod.

( applause )

It's a great night--

for this team and this town.

But I cannot help wondering where home is

if we win the Cup.

Maybe the owner of the team could clear this up for us tonight.

Four months ago you told me we had to do better.

We're a First Division team now.

Is that good enough?

Good enough to call Kilnockie home?

Well, I'll tell you what, Gordon,

I'll make you the same promise

I made you four months ago.

I promise you the team stays here...

( applause )

if, and this is what I told him,

you beat Rangers.

Oh.

Eh, now we know what we're playing for.

Many of you also know

that home means a lot to me.

I was born in a wee mining town southwest of Glasgow.

And miners never forget where they're from.

And fishermen remember, too,

which is why I've always felt at home in this town,

amongst all of you.

When it's life and death, you learn quickly who you can trust,

be it in a mineshaft or on a fishing boat.

I approach football the same way.

I don't care if you're a good player or a bad player.

If you're a good person I'll work with you.

But I'd prefer you were a good player as well as a good person.

( laughter )

Now...

there's a lot of good people on this team

and a lot of good people who've been rooting for them for a lot of years.

None of our success could've happened

without your support.

Just like none of my success would have been possible

without the support of my wife, Irene.

- Aye. - Aye, good on ya.

( applause )

There's a lot of young players

who think they can be involved in semis and finals every year.

But I never played in a Cup Final

and I know a lot of very good players who didn't.

So cherish this opportunity.

Now I won't make any daft promises,

but we'll go and give our all on Saturday

and we'll enjoy it.

But remember...

enjoyment to me is winning.

All right? All right?

Eh? Eh?

There's one last official duty

to perform tonight.

Not five hours after our Kilmarnock win

two of this team's greatest supporters

rolled up their sleeves and went to work.

( applause )

The result of their efforts

should make us all feel proud.

( whistles )

If the coaches and the team

would please make their way up to the stage.

- Go on. Jackie, go on. - No way.

There is no way I am putting one of those jackets on.

Hi, Jackie, glad to see you could join us today.

So this is how you boys travel?

( chatter )

You run out of gas, eh?

Aye, in a manner of speaking, gaffer, aye.

Andy, you made the squad, son.

- That's a boost to Rangers. - As long as we're all here,

I wanna tell you to keep your underpants on tonight.

No sex before the match.

I don't want you excited

except on the pitch tomorrow.

( horns honking )

David versus Goliath only scratches the sur--

Shut up.

We're joined now, in the Rangers trophy room,

by Rangers manager, Martin Smith.

Martin, here you are again in a familiar position--

the night before another Cup Final involving the Rangers.

If you beat Kilnockie tomorrow, you'll make it a clean sweep.

The Treble. No one's done it in 30 years.

It'd be a lot better if we could keep Jackie McQuillan out.

- You bastard. - Is there anything you'd like to say

to Gordon tonight? We did invite him on

- but he declined. - Well, you know...

Gordon's awfully shy. Hides his light under a bushel.

Come on back, Gordon. All is forgiven.

This is nothing to do between me and Gordon

or Jackie and the Rangers. It's between the two teams.

Jackie's certainly been a Rangers killer.

Have you any plan for him? ( knocking )

Well, I understand some of the supporters

are gonna go over to his hotel tonight.

If we can't keep him awake, we'll have--

- Gaffer, hey. - Hey.

- You doing all right? - Aye, good. You?

- Yeah, okay. - Good.

Er...

I-- I don't wanna lose this game before it starts.

Stay in your room. Don't go out.

Don't drink.

Don't do what you did on too many nights.

- All right? - Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm.

Yup.

That must give you the boke, that.

Seeing that prick sitting there like that.

It's water under the bridge.

Aye, but it could have been you, gaffer.

If that bastard had left his resignation

in that room in Dundee

instead of leaving with a raise.

Aye, that gave me the boke.

- So he'll be a marked man? - Closely marked man.

But it's not just him.

It's not even keeping the team in Kilnockie,

though I want it with all my heart.

( laughs ) Come here.

I was a run-of-the-mill squad player

wherever I played.

Even the Teddy Bears weren't any good when I made it to Ibrox.

So I never won anything,

let alone a championship.

So tomorrow, for once in my life,

I want to win something. ( laughs )

I want to win the Cup.

Okay?

Stay here.

Stay here, eh?

- Cheers. - Okay.

Oh, what you did for that Protestant boy

- was a good thing. - Protestant boy?

It had nothing to do with any church for me, gaffer.

You know, maybe someday you'll understand.

And think the same way about Kate.

Hasn't been about that for a long time.

Maybe it never was.

Maybe.

Eh?

( screaming )

It's a nice crowd you've got here.

Hi there. Um, can you give me

- Jackie McQuillan's room number? - I'm sorry, ma'am,

- but I don't know who you-- - I'm Mrs. McQuillan.

Oh. Of course.

We're just trying to protect our players' privacy--

I can see you're doing a really nice job

with the traffic control.

( knocking )

Hiya, Jackie. Remember me?

- Annie. - Annie.

Who could forget?

Just like old times, eh?

Being in the Cup Final.

- Scoring. - Look, I mean, I'm suppos--

- I can't go out, you know. - Who said anything about going out?

Aren't you wearing the wrong colors, darling?

Yeah, well, I never really thought blue

was ever a match for my personality.

That's her. I'm telling ya, that's her.

That's McQuillan's wife.

( knocking )

( water running )

The nutters are on the loose.

And that's just my team-mates.

Mum told me that...

somebody took the team bus today.

Well, I'm proud of you.

So, how do you feel?

Like I might never feel this way again.

I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do when it's all over.

I am gonna take care of you

for the rest of your life.

You just worry about tomorrow.

Flooding the bathroom however,

is not really the best way to start.

( draining )

I should have known.

You're never gonna get any peace with this racket going on.

- Come on. - What are you doing?

Just go out.

I promised Gordon I'd stay in.

I'm just talking about a drive or a cup of coffee.

Could be the only peace you'll get.

I promise I will have you back before curfew.

- Ah, there you are. - Hey! Come on, Jackie.

- Where are you going? - Whoa ! Come here !

Hey! Hey, Jackie

have a drink on me.

- ( glass shatters ) - ( laughing )

- Are you fucking mental? - As mental as a Celtic like you !

People get killed because of assholes like you !

- It's a game ! - Jackie, just leave it.

It's just a fucking game !

( screaming )

McQuillan at the gate.

( siren blares )

( crowd screams, bagpipes play )

Rob: Glasgow woke up this morning to find Kilnockie striker,

Jackie McQuillan, had been released from jail

following a brawl with Rangers supporters at a Glasgow hotel.

Two men were taken to hospital for treatment.

Jackie McQuillan was apparently unhurt.

Police don't expect to make a full report

until sometime later today or tomorrow

when it's decided what, if any charges, will be filed.

Rob's with me now. Rob, what's the latest?

Rob: Andy, I spoke to Nockie assistant coach, Ian Mc Veigh,

a few minutes ago. Jackie is fit to play.

Whether he does or not will depend on his manager

and his father-in-law, Gordon McCleod.

And we know all about their rocky relationship.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad !

Rob: Realistically, what are their chances?

A Second Division team taking on The Old Firm,

a team that's never been to a final

against a team that's been 35 times

and won 27.

A team with a total payroll of some quarter of a million pounds

going up against a team with seven players alone

who make more than that.

A team of Scots with a rookie American in goal

taking on a club with players from nine different countries.

On paper Kilnockie haven't a chance.

I've been reading a lot of David and Goliath stories

in the papers this week.

If I was a reporter, it'd be my angle too.

It has a nice ring about it, except the ring of truth.

In that match up, one side had a sword,

the other a stone.

In this version,

we both use the same weapon.

This is what we play with, lads.

And whoever wants it the more...

will win.

We can beat this team.

I want you to be street fighters.

Fight for every loose ball,

every header.

When they've got the ball, be where they are.

And when we've got it

I want you to be where they aren't.

Personal performance

and high individual standards count here.

So, with that in mind...

everybody up. I want a wee fucking bounce here.

Let's go on the spot.

Make sure we keep with the ball early.

Jump early. Make them tight.

And we're in. And we're out.

Boylie, Lumber, keep your eye on the ball.

Make sure we're setting up tackles.

And we're in. And we're out.

Don't let them play. They get the ball,

we get them tackled. Don't fucking allow them

to dictate the game. You get in there and seize it.

And we're in. And we're out.

Whoa, whoa, whatever you do,

don't score early and piss 'em off.

Out come the teams,

and what does it feel like for these players?

Andy Gray can certainly answer that question.

Andy, you've played in seven.

Andy: It's a brilliant time. Between now

and the end, they're not gonna enjoy it.

None of those players.

But you get the chance. You come out, stand and line up.

It gives you a chance to look for your family and friends,

give 'em a little wave. It's the only time you get

to relax before this match starts.

Rob: And it's a huge day for the man in the cloth cap.

Gordon McCleod up against Martin Smith,

the opposition manager.

They haven't spoken for more than 20 years.

This is a real grudge match.

And Kilnockie playing for their future in Scotland.

Rob: Playing for their very future

without their top striker.

Rob: Gordon McCleod felt

it was a decision that had to be taken.

It was a matter of discipline.

A gamble that will pay off or a gamble that won't.

McQuillan on the bench

as Kilnockie kick-off

in the Scottish Cup Final.

And the challenge doesn't come

much bigger than tackling Rangers.

And immediately...

it's the big favorites on the attack.

How come Dad's not playing?

I don't know, honey.

And there'll be a lot of defending to do for Kilnockie.

Andy: Well, if I was Martin Smith I'd be saying,

''Get shots on goal as early and as many as you can.

Test this American goalkeeper.

See what he's really like.''

For Kilnockie it'll be: defend as well as you can;

hopefully get a little breakaway and a little luck.

Rob: What an emotional day this is.

Kilnockie, a big-hearted team,

there's not much doubt about that,

but they'll need more than just big hearts today.

- Owen, go on. - They'll need

to show the sort of ability they've shown to get here

if they're going to take this one step further.

And it's almost unbelievable.

Here come Rangers.

Derek Ferguson is pulling the strings in the midfield.

Robertson has the chance.

It's touched back, and it's Ferguson's shot.

And it's fumbled by Kelsey O'Brian.

He gathers it at the second attempt.

That's the first real threat to Kilnockie.

Rob: He did well in the end but he got lucky.

- He's bound to be nervous. - Andy: 25 minutes in.

He's not had a lot of the ball, the goalkeeper,

and I still think he'll be a touch nervy.

Rob: That scoreboard make sencouraging viewing

for Gordon McCleod and the Kilnockie supporters.

Here's yet more pressure

from Rangers.

In comes the cross...

out comes Kelsey O'Brian, that's a poor punch.

And it's Ferguson !

And that's one-nil.

- Rangers have the lead... - Jesus !

- Ah, fuck it! - after O'Brian's mistake.

And this time he's punished by Ferguson.

- One-nil. - Andy: He'd done well up till then.

But you always wondered, could he keep it going for 90 minutes?

The answer was, unfortunately for Kilnockie, no.

A really poor punch from the American.

Ferguson pounces. It was a mountain to climb.

It's even bigger than that now for Kilnockie.

One-fucking-nothing, you think that's funny?

One-nothing against a bunch of rubbish,

you're all smiles?

Marking, horrible. Finishing, deplorable.

A bunch of fucking potato-pickers

is holding the mighty Glasgow Rangers to one goal

and you're happy?!

Your daughter's wanting to see you. She's in the boardroom.

You better go. She's in the boardroom.

Okay, lads, settle down.

One mistake can make it difficult.

You don't have to make it difficult!

Shut the door, Dad.

You're good at that.

Jackie didn't get into a fight last night

because he was drunk

or arrogant

or just being Jackie.

He got into a fight because he was defending me

and you

and anyone else who loves this game

and believes that it should heal rifts not cement them.

Oh no, you're gonna hear me.

See, I know that you love to brood on your betrayals.

You tie them all up

into little bundles, like...

firewood,

and then warm your Gaelic blood

when you think about them.

It's not Jackie's fault

that he was born with talent.

So stop blaming him for your own failings.

It's you and your jealousy

and your anger

that God had the nerve to give someone else

so much more than he gave you.

I don't suppose there's much you can do about being stubborn.

And there's definitely nothing even you can do

about getting old.

But for God's sake, Dad,

you don't have to be stupid.

I want this game, boys.

I want the Treble.

Do you hear me?

Right?! Fucking do it!

Rob: We've just been asking the question

during the half time interval

and it's answered at the start of the second half.

McQuillan's on for the second half.

- Yes ! - Jackie McQuillan is on.

He's scored nine goals in seven Cup Finals, Andy.

Rob: And four of them against Rangers.

He had to come on, it's as simple as that, Rob.

One down against the team chasing Treble.

McQuillan on the bench? Not for long.

He had to come on.

And I have to say, what a start he's made

to the second half. He looks fit.

He looks fresh.

Rob: I think he sent on an angry young man, Gordon McCleod.

He's gonna prove to one or two people that he isn't finished.

I know he's playing. I can see he's playing. I've got eyes.

He's the only player they've got. I'm coming down.

The personal feud between McQuillan and McCleod is no secret.

But could this be a managerial masterstroke?

Andy: He's flying.

Rob: Rangers in control and dominating the game.

Second half. It's been all Kilnockie.

Rob: So much so, at times you'd think

they're the Premiere side. It's been an immense performance.

If it isn't St. Martin come down to mingle with the less fortunate.

You've been missing a good game.

The little guys are down. But they're about to rise up

and bite the big boys in the ass.

Gazzer, pick up McQuillan.

I don't wanna see his name, understand?

Put him in your pocket.

He's down on the touchline, is Martin Smith.

He could stay up in the director's box no longer.

Gazzer, wake up! It's no big secret he's in the game.

What a good save that was from Ally Maxwell.

- ( grunts ) - That's a bad tackle on McQuillan.

They see him as the big threat

to their Cup Final chances.

Crowd: Off, off, off!

( screaming )

A yellow card.

That's bullshit.

He should have been booted !

Performance artist.

Still taking the low road, eh, Martin?

It's a goddamn mugging and you know it.

Turning your back again. You're good at that, eh?

Always was your best side.

That's enough. Sit down. Down. Okay?

Andy: The message came on from the touchline,

''Sort out McQuillan.'' There's absolutely no doubt.

- And sort them out they have. - ( whistle )

Andy: I know I might be upsetting a few people,

but I'd love to see them get an equalizer.

They're running out of time...

,

you're backing Kilnockie? Never.

( cheering )

Hey, Kelsey!

Supporter: What? Did they score? What?

Fucking what? Tell me.

Gonna shut up?

Rob: The agitation is on the Rangers bench.

How much time are we playing here?

John Rowbotham's had a look at his watch.

And it's almost all over.

Rangers within seconds,

surely, of holding aloft the Scottish Cup.

Jimmy Boyle might have other ideas.

His cross ! Up goes McQuillan !

What a header! And what a goal !

- Oh, yes ! - Andy: I don't believe that.

- Oh my God. - Rob: That is incredible.

How do you script things like this?

It would have to be him.

It would have to be the last minute.

The color has drained from the face of Martin Smith.

Jackie McQuillan has come back

to Scottish football to haunt him.

Kelsey O'Brian has run

the full length of the field to join in the celebrations,

which will be echoing around the northeast coastline,

no doubt about that.

All those who couldn't travel to Hampden today...

will be enjoying this moment.

- Oh, no. - No.

Five million fucking quid

for a blind man with two left fucking feet

who doesn't even speak English.

I wanna go first. I wanna go first.

- Jackie, the nail in the coffin. - Aye, gov.

- Alan, you start us off. - Done.

Blackie, I want you in on this.

No problem.

Silky, you go third.

Any other Bravehearts?

Rob: This is a cruel way to settle a football match,

especially a Cup Final.

It's all about winners and losers,

the joy, the heartbreak.

And it's Eddie May up first for Rangers, Andy.

Andy: What a day it's been, Rob.

One-one after 90 minutes.

Extra time couldn't give us a winner,

so now we're down to penalties.

The one thing I'll tell you, in the next few minutes,

we'll have a hero and a villain.

It's May versus O'Brian.

And Eddie May scores.

Strike one to Rangers.

That gets them off to the best possible start.

Andy: Yeah, they obviously won the toss, Rob,

because they went in first. That's important.

Now Kilnockie are playing catch-up.

Rob: Next up is Captain Courageous for Kilnockie--

Alan Barnes, the skipper.

He wanted to take the first one.

He wanted to take the responsibility.

Barnes versus Maxwell.

And he sends him the wrong way.

Kilnockie are one-one in the penalty shoot out.

They'll feel a bit better now,

with that one going in.

The pressure unloaded for Barnes.

And the pressure now on,

for young Robertson.

He blasted it, Robertson.

And scored. Two-one in the shoot out.

That's your type of penalty, isn't it?

Low on finesse, high on velocity.

Andy: My type of penalty finds the net.

( laughs )

This man knows all about penalties--

Kenny Black.

You don't get much better than that.

Left foot ferocious. Top corner.

Andy: A little bit of emotion as well.

( laughing ) But all wrapped up.

A little apology.

Now it's--

John Stone !

And that's three-two to Rangers.

O'Brian went left, the ball went the other way.

And Rangers again have the edge.

Andy: Five pretty good penalties I have to say.

That's cool. A little wink to Ally Maxwell.

- He fancies this, doesn't he? - They call him Silky.

He just passed that into the net,

picked his spot.

Again, Maxwell chose wrong.

And it's three each.

Andy: At the moment neither goalkeeper's getting

anywhere near a penalty.

Now Harris for Rangers.

It's gone through.

O'Brian gave it his best shot but he couldn't keep it out.

Rangers piling on the pressure.

Sandy Stewart.

- ( grunts ) - A save by Maxwell !

The first save of the shoot out

denies the former Airdrie player.

He can't believe it.

What's going on? Is it bad?

We're dead, unless Kelsey makes this save.

Gordon: When you're standing in that river, son,

there's only one thing you're concentrating on,

the wee fly floating with the current.

It's the same thing between the sticks, Kelsey.

You get the angle you want,

you concentrate on nothing but that wee ball out there.

Everything else goes,

the fans, the noise, the colors.

That's what I want you to do.

Go fishing.

- ( groans ) - What a fine save !

The fairy tale continues !

Yes ! Yes !

Yes !

Yeah !

The emotional roller-coaster rolls on.

And cometh the hour. Cometh the man.

Who would Kilnockie want at this stage...

to step up, to strike the penalty

which can keep them in the Cup Final?

You would have to answer it with two words:

Jackie McQuillan.

Andy: In normal circumstances, Rob, I would agree,

but let me tell you something,

these are not normal circumstances.

This is pressure the likes of even Jackie McQuillan

- hasn't faced before. - ( crowd taunting )

McQuillan, you fucking drunk, you couldn't kick your own ass !

Can he keep Kilnockie in the match?

Rob: Oh, what a save by Ally Maxwell !

Rangers have won the Cup!

It's heartbreak for McQuillan.

It's heartbreak for Kilnockie.

The fairy tale is over.

If you're gonna be a McCleod, son,

you're gonna have to learn to stand on your own two feet.

Sorry, gaffer.

That's football, son.

McCleod and McQuillan walk off side-by-side...

leaving the Hampden stage.

And could this be the curtain-call for Kilnockie?

The road to glory has ended here.

And if they move to Ireland,

they've left their supporters with a performance to remember.

Kilnockie may have lost today,

but they did not fail.

How does it feel to have come so close?

What can I say, lads? What can I say?

Just, you know--

cheers. Cheers, all right?

Better luck in Dublin.

I don't think so, fellas.

Look at these people.

You can't buy this kind of loyalty.

I think we're gonna stay right here.

Next year we're gonna win this thing.

I can't do anything about getting old...

my-- my wee lamb.

- It's all right. - I missed you.

It's a good feeling.

A good feeling. A feeling of relief.

Brian, hold this.

Gordon.

Winning by penalty kicks isn't winning.

Maybe not...

but, I'd rather see my name on the Cup than yours.

Cheers.

Here. You hold it, yeah?

Left hand.

Pound says wee Jackie gets the first fish.

If he catches one before me, he's walking home.

( reel spinning )

Kate: Fish in !

- Eh? - Fish in !

Go on, Katie !

Whew!

At least we're not walking home, eh?