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[cheerful music playing]

[Trent] Thank you for coming. How have you been?

[Sharon] Good. Happy to be here.

- [Trent] Lovely. Ready to roll? - [Sharon] Yes.

You're listening to Through the Laces with Trent Crimm

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Yes, yes, yes. I'm here with Dr. Sharon Fieldstone,

professor of sports psychology at Loughborough University.

And she's here to talk about her new book,

Unlocking the I in Team: The Psychology Behind Team Building.

- Dr. Fieldstone. - Mr. Crimm.

[chuckles] Sharon, it's good to have you here.

I'd like to start with a phrase that you return to several times in your book,

"Lose the dressing room, lose the team."

I actually invoke that same phrase in my book, The Richmond Way,

out now in paperback.

- I haven't read your book. - Okay.

- I'll send you home with a signed copy. - [chuckles]

Anyway, "Lose the dressing room, lose the team."

Could you expand on that for us, please?

Successful teams are happy teams, and happy teams have coaches

that establish a culture of communication and trust.

[indistinct chatter]

[Sharon] The majority of that work happens in the dressing room.

- [chatter continues] - What do you think's going on in there?

They're probably showering and getting dressed.

Uh-huh. Yeah. No, that's true.

I gotta say, Coach,

I don't like not being able to walk into a ladies' locker room

whenever I feel like it.

And that's something you should never say out loud again.

Yeah, I felt that the second after

I heard the word "ladies" come spitting out my mouth.

Yikes. That sounded worse than the last one.

- Yeah, man. - I just mean,

I used to be able to walk into any part of this building.

And I don't love being made to feel like I'm now violating the lady parts.

What the heck is going on with me?

- You okay, Coach? - I don't know.

- [door opens] - Oh, thank God.

Sorry, uh, Boots wanted to shower right away to wash the blood off her hands,

and then she took forever to air dry.

Hmm.

Hey, hey, hey, congrats on the win, y'all!

[all cheering]

All right. Now this means that we are still undefeated after four matches.

- With only two wins. - And two draws against lesser teams.

Yeah, but undefeated is undefeated.

But I appreciate that aspect of y'all's personality.

But, um... uh, great defense today.

Let's give it up for Lizzie and the twins helping Boots

- get her first clean sheet of the season. - [cheering]

[cheering stops]

And, uh, hey, what about Gemma

- and that killer header for the win, huh? - [whooping]

Go, Gemma. Go, Gemma. Go, Gemma.

Sorry, I'm a little hard of hearing ever since I went to the Eras Tour

and sat next to a group of overzealous girl dads.

- Come on. Give it up for Gemma. - [cheering]

Yeah, let's make their heads even bigger.

And how about our, uh, midfielders

giving their all out there, yeah.

[scattered cheering]

Uh, okay, hey, thank you all for your effort.

And we'll see each and every one of you on Monday fun day.

- Great. - [cheering]

[Ted groans]

- Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm. - [door closes]

- [chair creaks] - Why does it keep doing that?

Okay. Look, I don't know what's going on in there,

- but it's a problem. - It's a big problem.

- It's cliques. - Hmm?

- You never had cliques in the men's team? - Not really.

- No, we-we had factions. - You know, posses, maybe.

Yeah, that's the same thing. Those are cliques.

- Oh, okay. All right. - Hmm. Huh.

How do you think these cliques are divided though?

Well, it looks to me like it's currently by attackers, defenders,

and midfielders, but that can change out of nowhere.

Makes sense. Attackers think defenders are cautious and lack creativity.

And defenders think attackers are opportunistic and lack discipline.

Meanwhile midfielders are the people-pleasers caught in the middle.

- Exactly. - Okay, wait, slow down.

Just explain that to me again, please.

Let me break it down in one of your little stories you love so much.

- Oh. - So the three cliques

are like the three main characters in Harry Potter.

- Ouch. - Oof. Coach already knows this,

but Harry Potter is one of my blind spots.

Mate, you don't know Harry Potter?

My little boy got into Percy Jackson, and we never looked back.

It's okay. I'll translate. Carry on with your wizarding jag.

So the attackers are like the character Harry Potter.

Who's like Ferris Bueller.

'Cause they create exciting moments, but can be a little selfish at times?

- Boom. - Your defenders are like Ron Weasley.

- Hmm. - Who's a total Cameron Frye.

'Cause they're protective and loyal, but they also skew anxious and risk-avoidant.

And then the midfielders are like Hermione Granger.

The great Sloane Peterson.

'Cause they are logical and seek balance and despite their quiet leadership

can feel underserved by the narrative at times.

Okay, got it. Wonderful.

Oh, hey, just out of curiosity,

amongst the three of us who do y'all think is the attacker?

Mm-hmm. And who's the defender?

And who's a midfielder?

Interesting. Okay. All right. So this is good.

We don't have a problem. We just got cliques.

- Yes, but... - Cliques are a huge problem.

Hmm.

[theme music plays]

[chattering]

I'm so glad we're here.

- Hmm. - It's really quite inspiring, isn't it?

- Yes, a mere £2,000 a head... - Yeah.

...to have lunch with the same people

you'd never voluntarily choose to spend time with.

- Good afternoon. - [scoffs]

It is my sincere pleasure to introduce our keynote speaker.

She is managing partner at Scorpio Sports,

which is one of the first major funds to invest exclusively

in women's professional athletics.

She is also my dear friend.

Ladies and gentlemen, Zelda Southport.

Thank you. Thank you very much, Hugo. Thank you.

You know, it's a shame that the repercussions of the patriarchy

stopped men from wearing bronzer.

Wow. You all look like ghosts in this light.

[laughter]

[shrieks]

Not you, Hugo. You just look dead.

Ah, hello, you very important people.

Your money keeps women's football in England afloat. Bravo.

[cheering]

Bravo. Bravo. But...

I wonder what would happen if you actually cared about women's football,

beyond the great press and the occasional reputation-laundering, you know?

Uh, oh, Hugo, Hugo, by the way, how's the corruption case going?

- [guest murmuring] - Huh?

Yeah, I hope that those prats at Interpol

come down from their high horses, don't you?

[guests murmuring]

[Keeley giggles]

But back to you pale, chinless wonders.

I-I'm just wondering what it would be like if you actually went to the women's games?

- [Keeley] Mm-hmm. - If you knew their names,

and yeah, not just the cute little blonde ones,

but if you put your fucking hearts where your fake allyship currently is.

[attendee scoffs]

Well, if you're interested in what I have to say, I will be at the bar.

But if you're not interested, then could you just order your drinks at the table,

because I just hate waiting in lines.

See ya.

- Whoo! Yes! - Ooh.

We'll break early for lunch.

- Come on. - Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

We have to talk to her. The whole point in us being here

is to talk to people who have done what we're trying to do.

Right. I've spent far too much time with rich, angry women.

- I mean, I used to be one. - Rebecca, please.

- [sighs] - Please, please, please, please.

- Fine. Yeah. Okay. - Come on.

[clears throat] Excuse us.

- Now. Ooh. - Yes.

Ms. Southport, hi. Um, this is Rebecca Welton.

- She owns AFC Richmond Women's. - Hello.

And I'm Keeley Jones, CMO.

We really loved your speech.

- [chuckles] Oh, thank you. - [Rebecca] Yeah.

Yeah, I remember reading about your divorce and thinking,

"That woman's ex is nearly as fucked-up as mine."

- [chuckles] Well... - Mm-hmm.

...we don't need to be defined by our exes.

I don't mind being defined by mine, 'cause I invented the banana clip.

[gasps]

And my back-then much more business-savvy ex,

he patented it in his own name,

divorces me,

and then he made millions.

And that really pissed me off, so I invented the claw clip.

- [gasps] Oh. - Yeah. Have you got a claw?

- I do. Right here. - She's got a claw.

- [Keeley] Yeah. - Everyone's got a claw.

And now nobody gives a shit about the banana clip, do they?

- [Keeley] No. - Nope.

So never underestimate the power of anger as fuel.

- Right? - Ooh.

[sighs] Hmm.

So I assume you want my advice

- about your women's football team, yeah? - Yeah.

Let me know if you want to set up a meeting.

Absolutely. What are you doing right after this?

Easy, tiger. Uh, I'll have my office call you.

- Yeah. - All right, that sounds good.

Okay.

Hugo, you really do look terrible.

- Do you think she'd sign my clip? - Possibly.

Now, when I think of cliques,

I think of teenage girls and not professional athletes.

Well, in my experience, professional athletes and teenage girls

can act, at times, quite similar,

but cliques are just a way to find a community in a stressful environment.

[Ted] Would you look at that.

They're all playing together pretty well, if you ask me.

- Mm-hmm. - Hmm.

[blows whistle]

All right, y'all, five-minute water break. Let's go.

[chattering]

See, sometimes you got to let these things heal themselves on their own.

To quote Rachel Carson,

"There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature."

Exactly. Nature should be healing itself.

Like, when a worm loses its tail it'll just grow another one.

- That's right. - Mm-hmm.

- But isn't a worm all tail? - Ooh, that's a good question.

Yeah, footballers are not worms.

[sighs]

And we met this badass woman, Zelda Southport.

She bankrolls all these women's teams across the world.

She has two football teams in Europe,

a WNBA, a professional ice hockey team, rugby.

And she is financing the West End run of all-female Glengarry Glen Ross.

She does have to arm-wrestle David Mamet for the rights,

but I have all confidence that she...

What?

Nothing. It's just...

I fucking love when you're excited.

Yeah, I am excited.

Has it been long enough yet?

Am I allowed to ask?

Keeley, I heard you met the Zelda Southport.

Did you know she had a post-punk band in the early '80s called Seizure?

Bit of a Slits derivative, but they had some really catchy tunes.

You know that Deliveroo ad with the wiener dog on the back of the motorbike?

♪ I'm coming to you quickly, so quickly Woof, woof ♪

That's a Seizure song.

- Sorry, did I interrupt something? - Roy wants us to try again.

Try what?

Oh, oh! I'm going.

No, no, stay.

- I don't think you're ready. - What the fuck do you mean I'm not ready?

I mean, how many women have you dated in the past three years?

None.

You haven't slept with anyone in three years?

Oh, I've slept with loads of people. I thought you said "dated."

- I don't mind stepping away. - No, it's all right.

- Why haven't you dated any other women? - 'Cause I want you.

Yeah, for now.

- What's that supposed to mean? - You've slept with all these women,

but you haven't actually committed to getting to know them.

Really see who they are or let them see who you are.

No, instead you've put me on this fucking pedestal.

And it is high up here, man, and my heart is afraid of heights.

- I'm gonna leave you two alone. - No, you're not going anywhere.

Okay, so what, you want me to go on a bunch of proper dates

- with women who aren't you? - I want you to be sure.

- Okay, great. How many dates? - The number is not the point, Roy.

- Five dates? - Five could work. It could be more.

- Twenty dates? - Ooh, that's too many dates.

- Ten dates then. - Ten is a good number.

Okay, great. Ten it is.

- Higgins, you can keep track. - I don't want to do that.

- It's okay. - No, we don't mind.

You go and have fun on all those dates, yeah?

I will.

And you be careful up there on your pedestal.

Promise.

I should call my wife.

So in The Richmond Way,

which you've not read, which is fine,

although I do hear it is a quick read,

I talk about the unexpected team building that comes out of team movie nights.

Yes, but movie nights aren't really social, are they?

You sit next to your teammate, you don't speak.

If someone speaks, somebody shushes you.

One of the many reasons why I prefer to watch movies on my phone.

With cliques, the idea is to create a space

where the different factions can interact.

- Hey, Coach. - Hmm?

Don't forget, this is the week we find out who we're playing in the FA Cup.

Yeah, okay, but first we got to break up these cliques, huh?

What do they do in the movies?

In Mean Girls, Regina George gets hit by a bus.

Double-decker would kill someone. That's a pass.

In Heathers, Veronica murders all the Heathers.

Also a pass. What happens in Lost Boys?

In Lost Boys, the vampire clique gets broken up by stakes to the heart.

Yeah. I'll tell you what though,

it's the lack of adult supervision in that movie that's the real antagonist.

- Amen. - We ain't got a Mean Girl or a Heather

or a dreamboat of a vampire with a dangling earring

- on our team. - Love a dangler.

I've been suffering with so much FOBOLR these days...

"Fear of being outside the locker room." Nice.

...that I forgot the two quickest ways to bring a group of people together:

a common enemy, or a common goal.

Or better yet, one of each.

It's happening. I'm relaunching the pub quiz.

Relaunching? Why did you shut it down the first time?

Turns out all the answer sheets I downloaded were wrong.

- Every single question. - Hmm.

Got into a bit of legal hot water.

But now the NDA has expired, we're back.

My time to shine, baby.

Mae, this fella right here, he's a pub quiz whiz.

Best in the biz. No bullshiz.

He's won trivia nights all around the world.

Whoa. All around the world?

- How many continents is that, Mae? - Oh. Still 29, is it?

[all laughing]

You three are banned from quiz nights until further notice.

- Oh, dang it. - Oh. [groans]

Now I can only go to one of the other thousand quiz nights in this town.

- [chuckling] - What are you smiling about, Coach?

It's gonna be a bloodbath.

["Be Happy" playing]

- Thank you for a nice night. - Fancy a nightcap back at mine?

Um, I've got training in the morning, so...

Welcome to Bones and Honey.

London's oldest members' club.

Are you not leaving?

No.

Well, then...

- Good night. - Good night then.

[music continues]

- [sighs] - Roy?

- Oh, Greta? Nice to meet you. - Wow.

- How are you doing? - Wow. It's really you.

- [chuckles] - Yeah, have a seat.

I hope you weren't waiting too long.

No, not at all.

Back so soon.

What can I get you?

Uh, G and T would be lovely.

- Great. - And let me guess, espresso martini?

Yes, please.

I'll add that to your tab, which you didn't close.

Thank you.

- Naughty. - [chuckles]

- Are you looking for someone? - Oh, yeah.

- I'm meeting Roy Kent. - Hmm. [chuckles]

- Hold one second. - Okay.

Hi. Sorry to interrupt,

but you have someone waiting for you at the end of the bar.

Oh.

I'm sorry. That's a, uh, friend of mine who's bad at time.

As in she's early for a drink, because you're dating us both on the same night?

- Yes. - [clicks tongue] Great.

- I'm gonna go now. Mmm. - Understood.

[Greta scoffs]

[exhales heavily]

Wow. Three dates in one night.

Not the record, but pretty good.

Hang on. Are you saying those last two count as full dates?

You bought the girl a drink,

and you and the other one had some form of gesticular intercourse, I guess.

- So, yeah. Martini's on me. - Thank you.

Gemma Jay promotional jumpers.

Authorized.

- Oh, great. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, she's quickly becoming a fan favorite.

Ooh, also, when should we set up a meeting with Zelda?

About that... [clicks tongue] ...uh...

I'm not entirely sure that she's quite the right fit for us.

What? She has access to, like, a quarter of a billion dollars

and she talks shit. How's she not the right fit?

Oh, well, I appreciate that she's very successful at what she does,

but Zelda Southport isn't even her real name.

- It's Carol Dring. - So?

It's probably her stage name from back in the punk days or something.

Well, speaking of which, do you know that back in the day she was arrested

for threatening a club owner with a pair of butter knives?

No, but both you and I have things from our past

that a lot of people could judge us for without the full context.

- Oh... - I'm confused.

What... What are you trying to say?

I'm just saying, we can't be naive and jump into business with everyone we meet.

I'm not being naive.

Oh, I don't mean you.

- I just mean that we need to be-- - You know what? It's fine. It's okay.

I have to go call Derek and put the order in for those new jumpers ASAP.

Okay.

- [door closes] - [sighs]

Well done.

[Trent] And what happens if cliques aren't broken up?

[Sharon] Well, resentment festers, a fight breaks out,

a team could fall apart.

- I should go in there. - No, you definitely should not.

Well, where's Coach then?

I don't know. I don't have an Alice tracker.

- [players arguing] - I mean, come on, man.

What if there's an intruder in there?

Then 22 professional athletes will take him down.

- [player shouts] Get the fuck off me! - Okay, come on.

[arguing continues]

[Ted] All right. Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Is everybody okay?

I said, is everyone safe?

- Yeah. Of course. - [Ted] Okay.

- [player] God. - [Ted] Are you all decent?

- Do you mean wearing clothes? - Yes, I mean, are you not naked?

Yeah, we're all decent.

Okay, good. Now I'm gonna take this off, all right?

- Yes. - Okay, here it goes.

Okay. All right. Oh, hi.

Uh, what the hell is going on in here, huh?

Y'all sound like a bunch of overzealous girl dads

fighting over friendship bracelets.

- I'll tell you what happened. - Please.

Niamh's disgusting socks

- were in my area. - Her area?

- [all arguing] - Oi! Oi! It's not about the socks.

- Good. What's it about then? - Okay, it's because Gemma is still mad

that Siobhan didn't swap shirt numbers with her,

- like a fucking psycho. - Like a psycho.

- Four's my lucky number. - Here's your four.

- Hmm! - Fucking arsehole.

Oh, my gosh. Are you kidding me?

Hey, Coach, we didn't do anything and they just started attacking us.

- [all arguing] - They're so defensive.

- I understand. Okay. - We just got

caught in the middle of this shit.

Which is exactly why Mady shouldn't have to deal

- with Niamh's disgusting socks. - [all arguing]

- [groans] - [Lizzie] Oh, my God!

We're all having a lot of big feelings right now.

- That's clear. - Piss off, Lizzie.

We're not one of your fucking kids.

- Ooh! - [whistles]

Oh, I know you're not, my darling.

Because if you were one of my kids,

I would spank your arse so fucking hard

that your crack'd turn sideways.

- How's that? - [whooping]

Okay, okay. That's enough. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's enough.

Okay? We're gonna change the way we do things around here starting right now,

'cause fun time is over.

All right? Practice tomorrow, canceled.

- What? You can't do that. - That's right.

I can do that. I'm the coach and I just did it.

It's done, okay? Instead, we're all gonna go to a pub and do trivia night.

- Got it? That's right. - [all exclaim]

And guess what? It is mandatory

and y'all don't get to pick whose team you're on.

- [all groaning] - That's my job.

[groaning]

Yes. Hush your butts. I don't wanna hear it.

That is what's happening, okay?

So later tonight each and every one of you will get a Partiful invite,

or maybe even earlier,

if one of y'all show me how to do that kind of thing on my phone,

'cause I don't know how to download apps in this dang country.

Have I made myself clear?

[all] Yes.

- Good. - What do you think you're doing?

Oh, I can explain...

It was his idea. I didn't want anything to do with it...

I leave you for two minutes.

- I was like, "We should wait for Alice"... - I made sure everybody was decent...

- ...like John Wayne... - [hushes]

- In his defense, there were screams... - I don't want to hear it.

- [Boots] Are we having a team meeting? - Ah, no, d-don't turn around.

- [Ted] What? - Don't turn around.

Get out. If you turn around, I'll fucking kill you.

- I will. I mean it. I will-- - Are we in trouble?

Get out. Don't turn around. Even when you get in there, don't turn around.

- Boots! - [players cheering, whooping]

["Hideaway" playing]

Should we get another round?

No.

The woman I want to be with told me I had to date ten women,

and that is the only reason I'm on a date with you.

You're lovely,

and I've really enjoyed learning about your journey with sleep apnea.

And if the circumstances were any different,

I'd want to get another round and take you home,

CPAP machine and all.

I do know this makes me a dickhead.

And I am sorry.

I'll take a burger, medium-rare, and a nice bottle of wine.

Absolutely, I'll order at the bar.

[sighs]

Well, five dates in two days.

Speed isn't considered a virtue in dating.

Yeah, all right. Calm down. It's only been four.

I'm counting this.

Oh.

[music fades]

[rock music playing]

- Good luck tonight. - Don't need it. [sighs]

Okay. Terri, Evellyn, Paris, Margy.

I realize you're not the brightest bunch, but I believe in you guys.

- Gemma, shut the fuck up. - [Terri, Evellyn] Wow.

- Got your quiz sheets? Great. - [patron] Yeah, I've got 'em.

Shocker, the attackers only thinking about themselves.

Guess we'll get our own beers.

- [Shannon] Mmm. - All right.

- You want one, keeper? - No, thanks, I don't drink.

I once passed out on a train, woke up in Chelmsford,

ended up working at a castle for three months.

- Is that why you don't drink? - What? I'm just telling a story.

- [chuckles] - What?

Right, team name.

- Oh, I defer. - Whatever you got.

So, Coach, you gonna hold back with the full force of your talent tonight?

Let other folks have a shot? [chuckles]

Sorry. Silly question.

- Cheers, cheers. - Hmm, cheers.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Go on, say something different-- - Okay,

vote for your favorite team name.

- We have got "Ice Cream Pants." - Yep.

- "Truss Issues." - "Truss Issues." Yeah.

We've got "Kate Middleton's Body Double."

- [Mady] Mmm. - Hmm.

Youse are all fucking cowards.

- Did you know that? - Finally, we've got "Wagapapa."

- No, not going to vote for your own? No? - Sounded stupid when you said it.

Great. Well, I'll just fucking come up with it then.

[rings bell]

[Mae] Okay!

Welcome to the relaunch of the Crown and Anchor pub quiz.

[all cheering]

We'll go for five rounds, ten questions a round.

The category for the first round is...

general knowledge.

- That's not a category. - You're not a category.

Question one: What is the world's smallest country?

- That's the... - [shushing]

[softly] That's the one...

[whispering]

- Okay, uh, let's think about-- - Vatican City.

- We don't have to. - Oh, yeah.

Question two: Lewis Carroll wrote this poem in a nonsense language,

about the... [gruffly] ...killing of a monster.

- Uh, so-- - Jabberwocky.

- Don't bother. - How do I spell that?

J-A-B... Shall I do it?

- What the fuck? - [Coach Beard] It's faster.

Sometimes you got to ride the horse in the direction it's facing.

In this instance, the horse is a genius at a very specific thing,

and we are riding its coattails, you know?

Speaking of which, did y'all get the Beach Boys over here?

What?

[knocking at door]

Come in.

Hi.

Hi.

Can we talk?

- Always. - Not here.

["No Hard Feelings" playing]

And after three rounds, we have a three-way tie for second place.

- If I Were A Richmond. - [chuckles] Cheers.

- There Will Be Brians. - Come on!

And We Can't Think Of A Name.

- Come on, tell 'em. - Best friendship. Boom.

[Mae] Each with 22 points.

Oh.

[Mae] But in a commanding lead,

and a perfect score of 30,

- Flying Coach. - [Ted whoops]

- No way. - Of course it is.

- Oh. Big surprise. - Classic.

Now's the time to fill what's empty and empty what's full.

See you in five.

I'm gonna head to the loo.

- Oh. - You know what I'm talking about.

Y'all let me know if I can get you anything while I'm in there.

- [chuckles] - Ah. Gross.

Excuse me.

♪ All I do is win, win, win No matter what ♪

♪ Got money on my mind I can never get enough ♪

♪ And every time I step up in the building ♪

♪ Everybody ha... ♪

[all cheering]

- Soda for you. - Thank you.

- It's all right. - Slainte.

- Bless you. - Cheers.

But it's not just the jumper pattern 'cause look, if you look here,

- her right hand is literally blurry. - [Gabrielle speaks French]

What if it's not a body double, but a clone?

[chuckles] Or-Or a secret twin!

Oh, that's like The Parent Trap, innit? It's like--

- I fucking love that movie! - Oh!

Cheers to Paris's surprising knowledge on Russian literature.

- [speaks Russian] - [all cheer]

Let's go.

[customer] Oi, oi, oi.

We know who you are. You're a bunch of footballers.

- Well, girl footballers. - [laughing]

- What's the difference? - Your speed, your stamina...

- Quality of play. Uh-- - Your tits.

[laughing]

That's all right. I don't think me and my tits

would enjoy your speed, stamina or quality either.

- [players laugh, whoop] - [Lizzie] Have that, you bellend.

Shut your mouth.

- I'll come and smack your bottom. - Who are ya? Who are ya? Who are ya?

So I watched that Ferris Bueller film last night.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah,

and when it finished, I immediately rewatched it.

And I watched it again this morning.

Wow, what'd you think?

- I fucking hated it. - Hmm.

I felt really sad for his sister.

Yeah, no, I get that. Hey, Coach...

[melancholy rock music plays]

[Ted, distorted] Coach? Everything okay?

- [snaps fingers] - Blink if you can understand me.

[bell rings]

- [Mae] Back at it with round four. - Uh-oh.

["Wild in the Streets" plays]

[both moaning]

[gasps] Yeah.

- Oh! Fuck! - [music stops]

Wait, did you just...

- No, it's my fucking knee. Fuck. - [body thuds]

- Fuck. Fuck. - [panting] Oh. Oh.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck. - Um, d-do you... do you need help?

- No, I'm good. - Okay.

Fuck.

- I'm-I'm gonna get back to work then. - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Cheers.

- Fuck. - ["Wild in the Streets" resumes]

[music ends]

I never really cared about football until I met Roy.

Mmm.

But you wanna know what made me love it?

You.

Getting to sit and go through all the wild ups and downs of this sport together.

[Rebecca chuckles]

I know I don't always do things the right way.

Asking for stadiums and team trains and cryotherapy chambers.

You haven't asked for a cryotherapy chamber.

- Oh, I will. - [both chuckle]

Please know it's because I am so excited

to be building something with my best friend from the ground up.

[sighs] I'm sorry that you must always feel I'm telling you no.

- [sighs] - That is okay too,

- because every time you tell me no... - Hmm.

...it forces me to think of a different way of getting things done,

and it's always better. Always.

If we keep encouraging each other like this,

in a couple of years, we're not gonna be sitting here.

We're gonna be at Nelson Road.

A couple of years?

I'd give it a year.

[Rebecca chuckles]

[both gasping]

Jesus Christ!

Oh, that's really cool, isn't it?

We're gonna do that on Saturday right after the girls come out of the tunnel.

Oh!

- I love it. - Yeah.

I think the smoke could have a cooler tone though, don't you?

Kenneth?

Can we do it again but add some more blue, please?

You got it, Keeley.

Oh, just a heads-up, this next one's got a bit of a boom to it.

Got it off a mate of mine who does pyro for Maiden.

Oh, yeah!

[bell chiming]

[Mae] And after five rounds of play

and a stunning fall from grace by Flying Coach,

we have a tie.

Your final two teams are:

We Can't Think of a Name.

- [cheering] Fuck yes! - Come on! Yeah! That's how you do it!

And There Will Be Brians.

[all] Yes!

♪ You're not just bad at football! ♪

- I said-- - Mae.

La-la-la-la! La-la-la-la!

- Shut the fuck up. - Argh, you dickheads.

Sudden death round.

The category is children's books.

Fuck yes!

Good luck knowing anything about kids' books, you dickless dweebs.

Well, I'm Irish-Catholic with 40 nieces and nephews all below the age of seven.

And I'm an assistant librarian.

And I'm learning to read again after a serious head pineapple.

He means head injury.

And I think we're gonna be just fine.

In the book Goodnight Moon,

name five things the little rabbit says "goodnight" to.

Nope. I don't like books where animals can speak.

Right, right, right. Listen, listen. Kittens.

- Okay. - Yeah. Mouse.

- No fucking way. - Fucking cow jumps over the moon.

Okay, okay, two more, two more.

Okay, yeah.

- Bears. - Okay, okay.

- Cool. - Last one is...

You've got this. Yes.

[all muttering]

- There's one more. - Nah, you've got it.

- It's in there. I feel it. I feel it. - Come on. Come on.

- Come on, come on. - You can, you can. I can feel it in you.

Come on, Lizzie, think. We've got to beat these pricks.

Don't just do it for us. Do it for your kids.

For Richmond. For women.

Can you just shut the fuck up? Hush.

- Hush. - [gasps]

[whispering] Old lady whispering hush.

- Fucking yes! - [chattering]

Yes!

- No fucking way. - [muttering]

Erin, this is my brother, Roy.

Roy, this is my friend Dr. Beaumont.

She's doing this as a favor, so be nice.

Oh, and don't worry, I've already told her how you re-injured yourself,

so you don't have to watch her stifle her laughter.

I can't make any promises though.

Okay, I'll be outside. Love you. Bye.

Look, I-I don't know what she told you, but she's a liar

and she makes things up. Cheers.

Right. Pop that on, and then just step behind the curtain.

- Take off all your clothes and any metal. - [groans] Fuck.

Thank you.

So, how long have you been having problems with this knee then?

[groans]

I don't know. About five years, off and on.

- [groans] - How off, how on?

On. Always.

- Right. How are you managing the pain? - [groans] Ibuprofen.

And how many ibuprofen are you taking a day?

Sometimes two. Sometimes two handfuls.

Well, why the hell haven't you had this looked at before?

'Cause I'm fucking fine. How many fucking questions do you have?

Just one.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Did you seriously wear those socks on a date?

- That's two questions. - That's fair.

Come on, let's get you in the noisy tube.

[bell rings]

Ladies and gentlemen, we have our results.

And with five correct answers,

the winners are...

- We Can't Think of a Name! - [all cheering]

Yay!

Yes! Fucking dickheads!

Yes.

♪ You're not just shit at trivia! You're not just shit at trivia! ♪

- You fucking cheated. - I what?

I saw you. You told her the fucking answers.

Have a day off, you fucking twat.

[laughs]

Oi! You all right?

- Oi, dickhead, what'd you do that for? - You're just a rat bastard!

Shannon, can I, um, have your beer?

Yeah, but I thought you don't drink.

I don't.

[all yelling]

[all] Oh!

[shrieks]

- [all shouting] - ["It's Gonna Be A Long Night" playing]

Oh, hell.

[music ends]

- Oh, no! - What?

- The women's team have been arrested. - They've what?

Yep. They're being held at Richmond station.

- We need to get down there right now. - Wait, I've got to tell Ted.

- No, no, no, he's been arrested too. - What the fuck?

Oh, my God, we've got to get down there. He's not gonna last the night.

- I know. - Oh, my God!

[screams] Jesus fucking Christ!

- Too much? - Yeah, maybe just a hair.

["Oh Yeah" playing]

[all whooping]

[music ends]

How about that?

Ted Lasso, you're my hero. [scoffs]

- There he is. What happened to you, man? - [sighs]

This.

Wow. Okay.

But hey, in, uh, better news,

our, uh, separate little cliques have become, uh...

What do you call it? A giant cluster clique, I guess?

It's called a team, Coach.

Right, a team.

[officer] Okay, ladies, settle down, settle down.

Right.

Beard. Lasso. You two are out.

Hmm.

Okay, um...

Hey, really nice meeting you fellas. And, uh,

you should come check out a match sometime.

Watch our gals beat someone else's ass.

Ooh.

- [Coach Beard] We bad. - That's right. Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

When do you think we can start having sex with each other in here?

We will have your results in the next couple of days.

This is such a fucking waste of time.

I just need to ice it.

Ice. Brilliant. Let me get the Nobel committee on the phone.

Until then, I recommend that any random hookups happen

in the horizontal position until the swelling goes down.

In your knee or your ego.

- I mean, he's fun, isn't he? - Yeah, he's a blast.

- Uh, thank you, pal. - You owe me.

Well done, Roy.

Who the fuck does she think she is?

What the fuck is her fucking problem?

How the fuck do I get her phone number?

[Trent] And when the cliques are finally dissolved?

[Sharon] When a team gets along, when they truly care about one another,

nothing is out of reach.

That chemistry can take them wherever they want to go.

And if they attempt to bring charges,

I will remind you of Beckford v. R, AC 130,

- okay? - [sighs]

"A man who is about to be attacked

does not have to wait for his assailant to strike.

- Certain circumstances--" - My babe, don't worry,

nobody's pressing charges. No one's gonna show up on any record.

I've handled it.

Wait, who are you?

Me?

[exhales sharply]

I go by many names.

I just don't remember 'em doing that much paperwork on Miami Vice.

- [Rebecca] Ted. - Hey, boss.

What's going on? How are you all out?

Great questions. You know, I got one for you.

- Who is Zelda Southport? - Why?

- Well, I just, um-- - There you are.

- [Keeley] Hi. - Is this your doing?

The team out on bail?

Don't worry, it didn't cost a cent.

The Chief Constable, he's an old friend.

He used to buy heroin from my drummer,

- and he owes me a favor... - [Ted] Mm-hmm.

...because I know that he buys his coke from him now.

[chuckles] Oh, my God, you're a legend.

- Thank you so much, Zelda. - [laughs]

- Yes, thank you. - May I trouble you for his number?

Hey, Higgins. What's going on?

Leslie, you didn't need to get out of bed. We've got everything covered.

I was up anyway, watching the FA Cup draw.

- Who did we draw? - Chelsea.

- [gasps] Home or away? - Home.

Great. All right. And Chelsea are...

[both] Really fucking good.

They're the best team in the country, Coach.

Okay, well, then, this should be fun. All right.

Uh, hey, y'all. Guess what?

We're playing Chelsea in the next round of the FA Cup at home. [chuckles]

Fuck yeah!

[all screaming]

Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi!

Let's get a photo with the future Cup winners!

[all cheering]

Here! I'll take the picture here!

I'll take it for them.

Oh, you're a good-looking lot. Ready? Football!

- Ooh, a photo like that... - Oh, that's great.

...could make a lot of waves,

- don't you think? Mmm. - [Keeley] Mmm.

Uh, I'm gonna get out of here, guys, 'cause I really hate the filth.

- [chuckles] Thank you. - Thank you so much.

Hey, listen up. Lady Greyhounds.

I know it's late. I know you're weary. I know your plans don't include me,

but we are all gonna head back to Mae's

and help her clean up tonight, okay? All right?

- No, I don't really want to do that. - We're happy to drive you all back.

I appreciate that, man, but these gals are all gonna run there,

- all right, 'cause there's gotta be... - Run?

...some repercussions to tonight's shenanigans.

Tell you what, the coaches will take a ride though, all right?

Okay, come on now, off we go. Let's go.

Right, come on then, let's fucking do it.

Come on. Do it. Come on, it's what he said. Ready?

♪ We're Richmond till we die We're Richmond till we die ♪

♪ We know we are, we're sure we are We're Richmond till we die ♪

- Hey, hey! - ♪ We're Richmond till we die ♪

♪ We're Richmond till we die We know we are... ♪

- Yes, sir. Yeah, you show us the way. - Thank you.

Zelda's right. We need to convert tonight into something real, something big.

- Hmm. - Like a feature in The Guardian?

No. We're gonna sell out Nelson Road.

[Rebecca] Oh, Keeley. But...

Yes. Absolutely. Yes, we are.

[Keeley] Yes! [chuckles]

Thanks, guys. Take care.

[clears throat]

- Ah. You have time for a drink? - Yes.

[phone beeps]

Wow. Ted and the Richmond women's team have been arrested.

- How on earth could that have happened? - It doesn't matter if you know

why Ted does what he does. What matters is that he knows.

Okay, that's a direct quote from my book. I knew it. I knew you'd read it.

I haven't read your book. I listened to it.

Are we getting a drink? I haven't got all night.

After you.

["U.N.I.T.Y." Playing]