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Oh, good morning.

Today on the show, we'll meet the

winners of our UK's Ugliest Home contest.

Oh, yeah, also making a new recipe with popular online chef, Momo,

who also happens to be a chimpanzee.

Now, I wonder if he's gonna

make something with bananas in it.

- Banana bread maybe. - Or maybe banana pancake.

Oh, man.

- Morning, Mae. - Morning, Ted.

Hey, thanks again for the accommodations upstairs.

They're perfect and convenient.

Stay as long as you like 'cause the only other renters I get

either have little yapping dogs or cocaine habits.

Both are a pain in the arse at 4:00 in the morning.

And... after they check out, there's shit everywhere.

Yeah. What do we got here?

Something to set you up for the day.

Oh, that's mighty kind of you, but

I'm not really a morning beer person.

It's Guinness. That's a full meal.

Hmm. Still.

But I'll see you later, all right?

Bit early for my second of the day, but... fuck it.

I guess nothing stays the same.

Okay. A little bit to the right.

- Welcome back, Coach. - Thank you, sir.

Too bad you're coaching a bunch of girls, you wanker.

I guess some things do stay the same.

Come in.

- Morning, Leslie. - Hello, Rebecca.

Hmm.

- Hmm. Ooh. - For you.

Tell me you didn't write a novel in your downtime.

What downtime, Rebecca?

No, with the Twickenham FC women's team going under,

I felt compelled to commission a more extensive analysis

of our women's team viability.

"Knox and Sullivan's strategic assessment

of the short and long-term viability

of professional women's football in London,

TW2 7BU prepared for Leslie R... "

Hmm. "... Higgins on behalf of AFC Richmond."

Crikey, that's a bit of a mouthful, isn't it?

Oh, I agree. So for short,

I think we should call it the KSSASLVPWFLTPLRHBAR report.

I think we just call it The Higgins Report, shall we?

Oh, I'm flattered.

Hmm. So, uh, what's the gist of it then?

I haven't read it yet.

I spent the entire evening memorizing the acronym,

but I will read it all and give you a summary the moment I'm done.

Perfect. Thank you.

Oh, and who's that for?

- Keeley. - Oh.

Let's just see what it's all about first,

shall we, before bothering Keeley with it?

Oh, of course.

Oh, and Coach Chilton is outside.

She requested to have a word with you.

Oh, good Lord, that little ray of sunshine.

- Right. Let her in. - Ah.

Ooh.

Oh!

Good morning, Coach Chilton.

Based on what?

May I sit?

Hmm.

Sorry, may I... may I sit over there?

Thank you.

Miss Welton, I know we haven't had much

interaction over the last few months,

but I wanted to thank you for giving me the opportunity

to be part of Richmond's first women's team.

Oh, you've been absolutely fantastic. Hasn't she, Leslie?

Oh, yes. And all under budget, may I add.

Unlike the men's team.

Coach Kent's alternative milk budget alone is frankly unreasonable.

So what can I help you with?

I'm resigning.

Oh.

When I came here to help build this team from the ground up,

I was hoping it would lead to something bigger.

And even though I initially agreed to stay on as assistant manager

after being... passed over,

I've now come to realize that I have

higher aspirations for myself than that.

So I will take this week to help with the new manager's transition.

I will prepare a list of candidates for the new assistant,

and my last day will be Friday.

All I ask for is a letter of recommendation.

Of course.

And obviously if there's anything I can help you with,

then please don't hesitate to ask.

Actually, yeah, I do have a question.

Did you ever consider me for head coach?

- No. - Hmm.

- Did you consider any woman? - No.

- Synced and corrected by ChrisKe - -- for www.addic7ed.com --

She said what?

That I'm some woman-hating monster.

That I'm not a feminist.

She didn't say any of that.

Oh, don't be daft, Leslie.

It was implied.

Implication is everything!

Thank you!

And clearly you are a feminist

because you just started a badass women's team...

- Right. - ... and you'll do whatever it takes

and spend whatever it takes to make sure it's successful, right?

- Exactly. - Plus, you didn't just hire any man.

You rehired Ted fucking Lasso.

My middle name is actually pronounced frickin'.

- Ted! - Ted.

Hey. Hello, sir.

- Hmm? - Is that what I think it is?

Yes, ma'am.

Gates barbecue.

And a one-time special installment of Brisket with the Boss.

Oh, Ted, you don't seriously think I can eat smoked meat at

- nine o'clock in the morning, do you? - Actually I do.

Oh, it's got a little fork.

Are Henry and Michelle all settled?

They get here next week, actually. Yeah.

Thanks for all your help setting that up, boss.

Anytime.

Oh, Ted, I can't believe you're here! I'm so excited.

Hey, you know what I'm excited about?

Getting to meet the lady that put this sucker together.

- Look at that. - What is that?

It's a full dossier on all the players from the women's team.

The attention to detail in this thing would make da Vinci blush.

Yeah, I can't wait to work with this Coach Chilton.

Ted, we have some bad news.

No, we have good news.

- Coach Chilton resigned this morning. - Oh.

It's fine. You could always get Coach Beard to fill her spot.

He's under contract with the men's team.

And I think it'd be good to have a woman on staff, you know?

Yeah, that's what I was thinking earlier.

I just want to say it might be for

the best that Coach Chilton is leaving.

- Why? - Why?

Well, um, she...

- She's somewhat... - She's... Uh...

Can be a bit, uh...

Who does she remind me of?

It's a bit like, um...

- I don't know. - Oh, just say it.

She's an absolute...

Seaward.

Caroline Seaward.

Head physio for the women's team.

But I'm not just here for the players.

I'm here for you as well.

- Oh, okay. - Whatever problems you might be having

- as a middle-aged man, I got you. - Great.

Including bum stuff.

Complete confidentiality.

Oh, yeah.

Hey.

All right, thank you.

Nice to meet you, Caroline.

Yeah. Oh, yeah, you can't talk.

No, I got the key.

All right, I'm bored, last question.

Roy, Roy, Roy, Roy, Roy, Roy, Roy.

Oi, for fuck's sake, shut up.

You. Paddington fucking Bear.

Oh, I didn't think you'd call on me.

Thank you. Excuse me. My question is...

What the fuck are you doing?

Welcome back.

Thank you.

How's that knee holding up?

Oh, fine.

Why the fuck would something we use so fucking much

be held together by ligaments the size of rubber bands?

Hmm. I always figured God started up top, you know,

working really hard on the brains and heart and stuff,

but once he got past our privates, he just started phoning it in.

Hmm. It's good to see you.

You too.

Come on.

Oh, looks like y'all did a little redecorating, huh?

Oh, this is recent.

Beard wanted to be alone.

Between you coming back and the whole thing with Jane,

I think he's all fucked in the head.

Yeah.

What about you? How are you doing?

- Great. - You and Keeley?

Uh, she said y'all have become really, really good friends.

Her words, not mine.

- She said really twice? - Mm-hmm.

Hey, let me ask you something.

What's the buzz with, uh, my now former assistant coach,

this, uh, Alice Chilton gal?

She quit?

Like the mighty oak tree's foliage on a breezy October day.

Fucking hell, a simple yes would suffice.

- Yeah. - Most people think she's rude as shit.

I think she's hilarious.

But she's good. That's too bad.

So, you want Beard back then?

No, hey, come on. That's between y'all.

Hmm.

It's really good to see you, Coach.

You too, Coach.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You're being very strange.

- _ - _

- _ - _

_

- _ - _

- _ - _

Hey. I'm Ted Lasso.

You must be Coach Chilton. I heard a lot about you.

Let me guess. You heard I was rude,

difficult to work with, a real bitch.

Yeah. It's nice to meet you.

And, hey, I want to thank you for all

your work on this bad boy right here.

Tell you what, I ain't studied something so hard

since the liner notes of Licensed to Ill

by the Beastie Boys.

I don't know what any of that means.

Oh. Well, then, allow me to be the first to encourage you

to fight for your right to party.

But until then, I look forward to working with you.

Uh, actually I just resigned.

- My last day is Friday. - Oh, right. Right, right, right.

Well, I look forward to working with you till Friday.

I'm gonna go say hi to the team.

Uh... Oi. Oi, oi, oi.

No, no, no, no. Oi. No, no.

Oi. You can't just go in there. I've got to make sure they're decent.

Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.

- _ - All right.

Whoa.

Boy, y'all don't have a lot of wiggle room in here, do you?

The only space available to us was the academy locker room.

We're just happy to be here, Coach.

Oh.

Yeah, fuck off. Yeah? Fuck off.

Wait, wait, so hold on. Do y'all have to share this room?

Only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

And every other Saturday.

Uh, but on Tuesdays and Thursdays we

get to keep our toiletries overnight.

Oh, okay. So there are showers?

- Uh, there's one shower. - And one toilet.

And a urinal, which I-I actually prefer to use now 'cause, you know,

taking a piss in a slight squat, it's good for the core.

Gotcha.

- Okay, um, well, I, uh... - Knock, knock. Hi, guys.

Hey.

- Um, Ted, the press are ready for you. - Mm-hmm.

Oh, okay. Uh, hey, real nice meeting y'all.

And I'll see you out on the pitch, okay?

See you.

Oh, uh, I'm Ted, by the way.

Okay.

Hey, real quick. Uh...

The locker room, it's a little, um...

- What's the word I'm looking for? - It's shit.

Well, I do have some ideas of

- how to make it better. - Great.

It doesn't matter what color you paint it, it's still shit.

Yeah, as my dad said, "You can polish a turd,

but all you're left with is a smaller

turd and a rag that smells like dookie."

Welcome to second division women's football.

Mm-hmm. Uh, hey, speaking of which, you know,

Coach here knows a lot more about this team than I do.

Maybe she could come do the press conference with me.

No. No, my last day is Friday.

Oh, I don't think it'll last that long.

- She's a hoot. Yeah. - Yeah.

Great.

- Hi, guys! - Ooh.

So, I just wanted to say something quickly.

I'm just gonna say something if that's all right.

- Of course. - Just a few words, okay?

Good morning, everyone. Welcome, welcome.

So just quickly, uh,

I just wanted to say how honored I am to have founded

the first ever women's team here at AFC Richmond.

Aha.

Yes, because it is long overdue,

as I believe women are just as capable and compelling as men,

not just in sport, but in every way, including coaching.

And I will always show all of my support to all women in all times,

in all ways, again.

- Yes? - Does that include Ghislaine Maxwell?

Not her, of course.

- What about Eva Braun? - Well, obviously not.

- Cruella de Vil? - Oh, come on, she's not even real.

Let's keep it... You know?

So, uh, thank you so much.

The future is... female!

So without further ado, please welcome

the manager of our women's team,

who just happens to be a man, Ted Lasso.

Yes.

Yeah. Okay. Okay.

Howdy, folks. Great to be back.

Um, well, I'm not sure if you have any questions for me, but I'd be...

Oh, okay. Yeah, love the enthusiasm.

Uh, yeah. Hey, Marcus. Why don't you go and kick us off?

- Coach, welcome back. - Thank you.

What are your thoughts on the season

opener against Liverpool this weekend?

- Oh, the men's opener? - Yeah.

Uh, well, I mean, Liverpool is always tough, you know?

And I gotta assume that Coach Kent has got the fellas ready to rock.

Uh, yeah, hey, Gary.

Yeah, do you think the Greyhounds will get

back in the Champions League this season?

- The men's team? - Yeah.

Well, I mean, any opportunity is a good opportunity in sports, uh,

but truth be told, I'm not really

all up to speed on the men's side of things

as the bulk of my preparation

has been all about the lady Greyhounds here at AFC Richmond.

Um, all right, let's see. Who else?

Oh, hey. New guy.

- Hmm. - Hey, I love your hat.

Oh, thank you.

What are your thoughts on Jamie Tartt leaving Richmond

to play at Barcelona this season?

Are you fucking...

Yeah, I mean, never easy to say goodbye to a player,

but I think he's gonna do bueno. Yeah?

I'd love to answer some questions

about the women's team, if y'all got any.

Oh, yeah, Sarah, what do you got?

Hey, Ted.

- My question is about player salaries. - Hmm, great.

- Do you think the men are underpaid? - Oh, boy.

Ted's doing his presser.

You don't wanna go watch your boyfriend?

Okay.

Who says you can't go home again?

I don't like riddles.

Oh, no, it was a...

Doesn't matter.

Okay, let's see what we got, huh?

I'm here if you need. Here if you need.

Here if you need.

Ooh, that was a nice turn. Who's she?

That's Josie Gordon.

Hmm, she played striker at Watford last season.

Led them in goals, progressive passes,

and her expected goal rate per game was .78.

All from your dossier.

I'm actually impressed.

Oh, come on now.

You wrote the tune. I'm just singing it.

That's mine! That's mine!

Those must be the sisters you mentioned.

Or not.

That's Mady and Margy.

They've been a couple since training camp.

Oh. Yeah, you don't get a lot of that in men's football.

Not that you know of.

Hmm.

You're a real fucking dickhead. You know that?

Rather be a dickhead than a turnip.

I'm not a turnip. You're a turnip.

Those are the sisters.

Twins, actually. Niamh and Siobhan.

Oh, our left and right center-back defenders.

You just said I was a dickhead. Now I'm a turnip.

- Which one is it, you fucking twat? - Yeah, good one, big man. Clown.

You... Ow!

- Pig. - Fuck off!

Well, I see what you meant when you

said that what they lack in athleticism,

they make up for in aggressiveness.

- You can take her, Siobhan! - Exactly.

- Get off! - Stop touching me, weirdo.

Fuck you.

Come on. Leave it, girls.

Run! No time. No time. Run!

Heck of a save there.

That's gotta be Katie Quinn, yeah?

Correct, but everyone calls her Boots.

Oh, that wasn't in the dossier.

Why would it be?

- Boring! - Her stats are off the charts.

Yeah, but none of the big clubs will touch her.

Hmm, why is that?

She won't wear gloves.

Interesting. I wonder what the story is there, huh?

Don't know. She's a goalie, isn't she?

They're all batshit.

Come on!

Yes, any book by bell hooks.

Wonderful. Would you be able to hold 'em for me?

No, I don't want to use Amazon.

What kind of business model is this?

Uh, look, I will be there in 20 minutes.

Thank you so much. Bye-bye.

Christ.

- Hello, Rebecca. - Oh.

Right. You know, Roy,

now that Ted's back, you really don't have to do this.

I don't mind.

I'm excited about this new recipe.

Better for your macros.

No sugar. High protein.

And instead of using butter, I used beef tallow.

Wow.

Who knew a biscuit could be so healthy and so heavy?

Thank you.

Roy, what's your definition of a feminist?

Oh, I know this joke.

- Uh, two lesbians... - Rebecca, I need to...

Ooh. Hi, Roy.

Keeley.

Rebecca, I need £300,000 to build a new

locker room for the women's team, please.

Fuck no.

Even though I support women,

and I believe they can be anything they set their minds to,

a new locker room is not in the budget.

But a budget isn't a real thing.

- It's just a made-up number. - Exactly.

It absolutely is a real thing.

That someone made up.

Fine, then.

- I want the men's locker room. - Fuck no!

Well, if no one's gonna budge,

then I'm just gonna have to go ahead

and take the visitors' locker room.

- Fine by me. - I don't fucking care.

- Fantastic! - Hmm.

Now, if you'll both excuse me, I need to go and pick up some books

from a shop that hopefully won't be

out of business by the time I get there.

- Well done. - Why?

The old "bait and switch" on the locker rooms,

that was always your plan, wasn't it?

Maybe.

- Hey, Ted. - Hey, fellas.

- Can't believe you're back. - Yeah, but coaching a women's team.

- How are the girls? Slow? - Boring?

Has their cycle synced yet?

Isn't nature amazing?

All right now, you three, give the man some space.

All right now.

What's this?

From Mr. Gladstone.

Who?

Right.

You, uh, get some new sunglasses?

No, I don't want people to see us together,

so I'm in disguise.

It's good. Yeah.

Would be nice to see your eyes though, you know.

How was your first day?

For a sport that asks you to be light on your feet,

women's football sure does seem to have a lot of weight around it.

Lack of resources. Underwhelming media coverage.

Subpar pay.

It's a tougher gig all around.

Only people in it are truly in it for the love of the game.

Kinda like coaching college kids again then, yeah?

Not really. Those guys get paid more.

Yeah.

So, how's Alice?

Coach Chilton? Uh, yeah, she's, uh, she's good.

- Good. Good, good, good. - Hmm.

I-I mean, she can be kinda...

- She is kinda... - Hmm.

But you can be kinda...

You know I can't ask you to leave him.

No.

I know.

I'm with Roy now.

And he's very good to me.

I'm happy to hear that.

And I mean, come on, this doesn't have to be weird, you know?

We can still hang out.

I'd like that.

Y-You wanna talk about what happened with you and Jane?

I gotta go.

Good morning and happy Tuesday.

On today's show, we're turning our studio into a taco fiesta.

Yummy.

And we'll be joined by

eight-year-old prodigy, Poppy Thompson,

who will share with us what's being called

definitive proof that God doesn't exist.

Leslie.

Good news. I am a feminist.

- Oh, good. - Listen to this.

"To understand feminism, it implies one

has to necessarily understand sexism."

Yeah.

Have you not finished that yet?

Oh, uh...

Do you ever fall asleep when you're reading, wake up,

and you've lost your place and you have to start a chapter again?

No.

Hmm.

Uh...

Stay tight! Stay tight!

No shots. No shots. Give... Boots!

Yeah. So what all we know about Boots?

- It's in the dossier. - No, I know.

The stats are great, but I mean, what's her story?

- Her story? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, 'cause most athletes I know

are always looking for every single little advantage.

So, you know, you got a goalkeeper not using gloves.

That's a lot like a gravedigger using a spoon

or a cereal enthusiast using a shovel.

Neither one's effective.

So, what? You're after her origin story, like Batman?

Oh, you like Batman, huh?

- No, he's a fascist. - Hmm.

I just know that every middle-aged man is obsessed with Batman.

Yeah, that's true. Probably 'cause of all the wearable tech.

I got to get to the bottom of this.

All right, you just interrupt training to go do that.

Hey, Boots.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, so what's going on?

You ain't ever wear gloves?

Well, I didn't as a kid, but then the academy made me wear them.

Uh-huh. And what? Made things worse?

No, it worked.

It just felt like someone else was making the saves.

You know, I couldn't feel the ball anymore.

I get that. Yeah, but d-don't it sting?

Fuck yeah. But the sting is everything, isn't it?

What's the point in life if you're not feeling it all?

No, I'm no masochist, Coach,

but when I go to the dentist, no novocaine.

I don't drink. I don't use oven mitts.

You know, if someone offers me earplugs at a concert,

I pop them right in my mouth and eat them like candy.

You could just put them in your pocket.

Let me ask you,

do you prefer with a condom or without?

Hmm.

Well, I'ma go back.

Okay.

So, what's her story?

You were right. Goalies are nuts.

Oh, yeah.

- Hi. - It's gonna keep doing that.

Oh, I thought I was going mad.

That's the point.

All of these benches have one side shorter than the other.

Why would you do that?

I booby-trapped it.

Loads of teams do it to fuck with visiting teams' heads.

Higher hooks make the players feel shorter,

hotter temperatures make them sleepy.

It's a respectable, long-standing tradition in football.

Hmm.

But that shit's child's play.

I wanna make the visitors feel like they're fucking hallucinating.

It's a rat! Rat! Oh...

That's Jonathan.

He's trained to run back and forth when the lights are on.

Did you train a rat?

I didn't.

He was the understudy rat

in that fucking endless Harry Potter

play I had to sit through with Phoebe.

This is in the way.

It's a problem for me

because I would really like Ted to be able

to address all the players on a match day,

and this is very much in the way.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

That's why I put it there.

Catch.

You know, you didn't have to do this.

You could have sent the kit man or something.

No.

No one can know my secrets.

That was pathetic. Run it again.

- And please try to look alive, Siobhan. - Whoa.

Nice fucking try, you soggy biscuit.

How did you know she was there?

Which one of the twins do you think was born first?

Who cares?

Well, in my experience, twins do.

I went to middle school with these

two fellas, Hank and Howie Rassmussen.

Identical as all hell except for their temperaments.

See, Howie had this big old chip on his shoulder

'cause Hank was born like 20 minutes before him.

So growing up, anything that Hank did, Howie had to do it better.

Whatever this is, I don't like it.

I'm talking school, ping-pong, skipping stones, whatever it was,

Howie was always a step ahead.

Kept on through their entire lives, all

the way through Hank becoming a doctor

to Howie going to prison for burning

down his twin brother's abortion clinic.

- What is your point? - I think Siobhan's older.

Well, their stories are irrelevant to their play on the pitch.

Yeah, maybe.

I just like figuring out what makes folks tick.

Hey, what about you? You got any siblings?

Oh, my God, enough. Listen, I am only here for three more days.

I do not need to do...

Oh. Oh.

Fucking hell!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

- Fucking hell! - Right. Lie back.

- Okay, Josie? Hey. Josie. - My knee! It's not all right.

- It's all right. You'll be all right. - It's fucked!

I got you. Josie, I got you. Hold tight.

My knee is fucked!

- It's gonna be fine. - It's over. It's over.

Just breathe. Can we get the basket over here?

You'll be all right. Look at me.

- You are gonna play. I promise you. - No, I can't.

- It's fucking gone. - Try not to move. All right?

Basket's nearly here, all right?

We're gonna get you into it.

I'm gonna go with her to the hospital,

- if that's okay? - Yeah, no, of course, yeah.

It's all right, mate.

- You're gonna be fine. I'm here. - Okay.

We're in this together, yeah? I'm here with you.

Okay, I took the gum out of the showerheads

and I fixed the fuses so the lights won't flicker anymore.

Just gotta get rid of this.

- That's it then? - No, not quite.

Thank you, Roy.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey.

- Can I ask you something? - Yeah.

I'm afraid that I'm losing someone.

I thought we had something, but their heart is with another.

- Beard? - Yep.

What would you do?

I think keeping two people apart who belong together is bad.

Not just for them, but for everybody.

You know this is the first time we've

been alone together in three years.

We are not alone.

Thanks again, Roy.

I read an amazing Eleanor Roosevelt quote this morning, Higgins.

"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."

Oh, that's beautiful, Rebecca.

Well, I didn't come up with it. I just read it.

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah.

What was that quote, Rebecca?

Oh, shut up, Leslie.

Make sure that woman finds her replacement.

And finish that report.

Why are you still here?

Well, I just wanted an update on how Josie's doing.

She tore her ACL.

- Poor kid. - I've seen my fair share.

It's devastating, every time.

- Hmm. - She'll be out for the season.

Well, hey, I appreciate you looking after her like that.

All right, now.

She was our starting striker, you know.

Oh.

You said "our."

I-I'm just messing with you.

Your last day is Friday, I know.

See you in the morning, Coach.

_

Good morning, and happy Friday.

We made it through another week.

On today's show, do you ever

wish your weekend could last forever?

Well, one man tried that using AI, and now he's dead.

There's nothing I can eat here.

Mother, what are you talking about?

We've eaten here a million times.

Yes, but I'm thinking of becoming a vegan.

Or Jewish.

And all I know is that I want to eat less cheese.

Mother, am I a feminist?

I hope not.

I raised you better than that.

Why?

Some woman at work accused me of not being supportive of women.

Oh, that just reeks of jealousy.

It's very unattractive.

Hello.

I'd like something that tastes of cheese, but isn't cheese.

Mother, why don't you just eat less cheese?

I don't want to do some fad diet.

I want to do this for a higher purpose.

We're gonna need another minute.

You know what, w-why don't you just fire this jealous hag?

No, I'm not gonna do that.

Besides, she already quit. Today's her last day.

Well, if I have any advice to give you, it's that women are monsters.

Men showed us the way, and we perfected the model.

You know that's not far off a bell hooks quote.

Careful, Mother, you might be a feminist.

Oh, don't say that.

You'll ruin my appetite.

I think we should call it.

All right, ladies, great first week.

I'll see you all on Monday.

Actually, hold on.

Let's go this way.

Come on.

Right this way.

Lady Greyhounds, your new digs.

Yes!

These lockers are fucking class!

Oh, yours already smells like arse.

Well, luckily you won't be able to

smell it after I take a shit in yours.

Oh, my God. Unlimited tampons.

- Banging. - Fuck, yeah! Free tampons.

Am I allowed to drill holes in that?

Oh, yeah, do whatever you want.

Uh, hey, no more having to move your

stuff in and out either. All right?

And this is all courtesy of one Miss Keeley Jones.

So next time you see her in the hallway,

make sure you give her a high five, yeah.

Wanna see the new coach's office?

Oi.

There's eight fucking showers in here.

Hey.

You're being released.

Why?

You've violated the AFC Richmond bylaws.

What section?

Comportment and manners, section 6, subsection B, which reads...

"In the confines of match regulated gameplay,

all coaching staff must respect the judgment of referees and officials

and refrain from derogatory comments and insinuations"?

You once said under your breath to an

official at Villa Park, "Wrong call."

After you called him a stupid bloody fucking wanking knob.

So you remember.

Whose head you were going to rip off his body...

What you did was a serious offense...

... and then use his skull as a toilet.

... against the Richmond men's team.

Other Richmond teams may have different policies.

You're right.

I was out of line.

Mm-hmm.

Hi, ladies, thanks for coming. I'll be right with you.

Hmm.

Uh, here are the candidates' résumés.

Oh, great. Thank you for doing that.

And actually, you know what, I got a little something for you.

It's a going-away gift.

Hopefully you can use it wherever you land.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah, no problem.

What's wrong?

Nothing. No, I just had to send all them ladies home.

I already found my assistant coach.

Who?

Well, she's from Lewisham, you know, working-class family.

Was a skinny little whiz kid of a midfielder

over there at the Arsenal Academy.

Known for her work ethic and being a

real B-I-T-C-H to the older players.

We're talking captain material, you know, a superstar in the making.

Until at 22, she tears the ACL in her left knee.

Spent the whole year doing rehab.

First game back, tears the other one.

Two years after that, tears the left one again.

Bringing her playing career to an end right then and there.

But ain't no way that's the end of her story.

'Cause anybody strong enough to go through all that

and, well, hell, smart enough to put together all this...

and not only loves the sport of football

but also, as I've seen with my own eyes,

can care deeply for the women that play it...

Shoot.

Now there's a coach.

And I got a hunch that story's just getting started.

Uh, hey, look.

I know your heart was set on the top job.

And I sincerely hope you get everything you want and deserve.

But until then,

will you please stick around and help me out?

- Coach, I... - Now hold on.

Before you answer, I just want to give you some time alone.

Let you think about it.

All right?

So, I'm gonna go stand over here in the corner.

And, uh, I'll give you five whole seconds, yeah?

You just go ahead and take your time.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Okay, those last few were a little quick. I know, I got excited.

So what you think?

Yeah.

Yes. I'll stay.

It better not be shit.

Well, if it is, welcome to second division women's football, right?

Now, can I get your gift back please?

- You want it back? - Yeah, man.

That was a going away gift. You ain't going nowhere.

Come on now. Cough it up. Let's go.

Okay.

Thank you.

I'm back, baby!

I finally finished it.

And?

And my eyeballs are still sweating.

No, I meant, and what does it say?

Right.

Well...

It indicates a low chance of long-term viability

for our women's team.

Adding that if the investment is unsuccessful,

it could potentially deal a significant

blow to our men's program as well.

What would you do if you were me?

Well, you know, my mum used to say

that strong women stand up for themselves

and stronger women stand up for others.

Thank you, Leslie.

Now, if you don't mind...

... I'm gonna set this on fire,

dump its ashes into the Thames,

and let us never speak of its existence ever again.

- Hello. - Oh, Coach Lasso just left.

Uh, no, it's you I wanted to see.

Here's the letter of recommendation you asked for.

Oh, you really didn't have to do this...

There was actually something else I needed to talk to you about.

When you questioned why I hadn't considered a female head coach,

I have to admit I was shocked.

Defensive, in fact.

I thought, "Who the fuck does this

young woman think she's talking to?"

- Miss Welton... - No, no, I'm not done.

I also thought, "Does she have a clue what I've gone through

to even create a space where she

thinks she can critique me like that?"

- Miss Welton... - Then I thought, "Have I lost touch?

Have I forgotten how to keep pushing forward?"

Perhaps being pro-women

is something broader than it was when I was your age.

And so I thank you for calling me out.

I'm just sorry you won't be here to see the results.

- Miss Welton... - Let me finish, Alice.

So, while I do appreciate the self-discovery

that your inquiry has led me towards,

might I strongly suggest that the

next time you have something so helpful

to say to someone,

perhaps you could show a teeny-tiny bit

more empathy and a little less judgment.

Am I clear?

Good.

Now what was it you wanted to tell me?

Ted offered me the job of assistant coach, and I've accepted.

Wow, yeah.

Yes! That's great.

- Hmm. - That's excellent.

Now we're... cookin'.

Go, Greyhound...

Lady Greyhounds. Go, Lady Greyhounds.

I bet it was far more enticing getting that job offer from a man.

That was a joke.

Oh, I know.

It was very funny.

Right.

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