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You ready, then?

Keep the line!

Keep the line!

Keep the line!

Fucking

hell.

Who let him do that to his heir?

Who's he trying to be?

George Michael.

Yeah, well, he was a bit... You know, weren't he? Careful.

Nah.

I used to dye my hair like that when I was about 15. I weren't no poof.

Here, I urge you to wear your Katie's underwear to work, mate.

Fuck.

Fucking hell, ref!

I tell you what, you would...

Definitely be the one in the pink boot.

You're a bit fruity like that.

God forbid if my Josh ever come home looking like that.

Well done Joshy.

Listen, Josh, there's been complaints from the other lads that you are making

them uncomfortable.

Now, it's not my place to go into details, and I'm not here to judge.

Dad, I can't go back there.

What? What are you talking about?

I'm just done with football, Dad. I'm just fucking done.

I've never heard you talk about anything. I've just had enough, Dad.

You don't get it. What, you want to throw all this away?

Because you're gay?

Sandra told me.

I bet she fucking loved that.

What was you going to do, Josh? Just not bother to tell me.

And I had to figure it out.

When you walk down the aisle and your bride's got a fucking suit on.

What are you going to tell me next?

That you've got a boyfriend?

You wonder what I didn't tell you?

Andy, I just want to go home.

Yeah, you spoke to Josh today.

If you're even asking, then he must have told you. So save your breath, go home,

and we'll talk another time.

He says he doesn't want to play football anymore.

That's probably for the best, Andy.

What's that supposed to mean? Well, he doesn't fit in with the team anymore.

Greg, he's your best keeper.

I have to think about the club and all the other boys.

That's why we had to let him go.

Because he's gay.

Hang on a minute. Hang on. Hang on.

Did he even have a say in leaving? I think it was in his best interests.

And how's that then?

Well, it's a complicated situation.

Complicated? Complicated?

What are you fucking simplifying then?

Footballers have to present a certain image. They all have to make sacrifices.

We all do. Your Josh is no exception.

Is that right? Is that fucking right?

You want my son to sacrifice who he is to play football?

Something to put that out.

That's my fucking son!

You want me to peel this for you?

Maybe it's a monkey dumping all in the vodka?

I think I'm not a kid anymore, Dad.

I realise that.

Did you punch Craig?

What?

Louis said.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Dad!

Look, that man had no respect, Josh. Oh, my... Where are you going?

It's obvious you don't want to talk, so just leave it!

Mind your

Dad? Yeah?

Too late to get an ice cream?

Are you joking?

Fine. You driving?

Can you clear that?

Well first of all, you need a license you know.

I'm okay with it by the way.