Original subtitles

(dramatic orchestral music)

(crowds chattering)

- I dreamt I didn't recognize him last night.

(background chattering) (horn beeping)

What if it's a sign?

We didn't leave on the best of terms.

- I suspect it's all a distant memory by now.

(men chattering)

-[Bobby] All right, boys.

-[Footballer] All right, Bobby.

-[Bobby] All right.

- Let me see.

There.

All done.

You look beautiful.

(background chattering)

- Just all the worry and pain.

If you'd have told me I'd be

about to watch him in the World Cup Final.

- I know.

(background chattering)

We'll have none of this.

All right?

(background chattering and laughing)

- Tina, I know something's been up.

I'm just glad it's passed.

- Right, girls.

(crowd cheering)

- It's just a game of football, lads.

-[Crowd] England! England! England!

-[Alf] Do your best.

-[Crowd] England!

- Do your best.

-[Crowd] England!

- We're all looking to you, Bobby.

- Let's go.

(crowd cheering) (inspiring orchestral music)

- Woo-hoo!

(whistle shrilling)

(crowd clapping and cheering)

-[Announcer] Number six.

- Roberta's just gone down for a nap.

What have I missed?

Anything?

-[Announcer] The ground in many places is soft,

but the 1966 World Cup final is under way.

The ground is at its softest at the goal mouth to our left.

- Ooh!

- Robert's roses need pruning.

- Doss?

- Well, they won't do themselves.

("Gimme Some Lovin'" by The Spencer Davis Group)

- Come on, boys!

- Come on, boys!

Come on, Bobby!

(crowd groans)

- Oh no! - No.

(whistle shrills)

- Ref!

- He he kicked him!

- Come on, Bobby.

♫ Well my temperature is rising, got my feet on the floor

-[Announcer] Moore with the free kick.

In goes Hurst and it's the equalizer!

(crowd cheering)

A brilliant piece of football there by Bobby Moore,

who looks in with a chance.

♫ So glad you made it, so glad you made it

(crowd cheering)

- Come on, boy! - I don't believe it!

- What time is it?

-[Announcer] Oh, this he must do!

- No!

-[Announcer] Weber has scored in the last seconds.

- No!

-[Announcer] They have another 30 minutes.

- Another 30 minutes of this!

- Can you imagine how they feel?

- Do you reckon I'll have time to go to the loo?

- No.

- Look at them.

They're flat on their backs.

Now, come on!

Get to your feet.

- Come on, lads.

You heard the man.

- Don't let them see you're tired.

You've won it once. - England! England!

Just got to win it again.

-[Footballer] Come on, boys!

(whistle blowing) (crowd chanting)

- We've got half an hour.

I mean, they could do it.

- Of course they will.

-[Kathy] They'll do it.

- Come on, Bobby.

Come on.

-[Announcer] Off they go.

15 minutes each way.

- Doss, you're missing it!

(announcer chattering) (crowd cheering)

-[Announcer] Here's Paul, running himself down.

- Go on, Alan, go!

I love you!

(crowd cheering)

-[Announcer] Here's Hurst, can he do it?

He's done it, yes!

(all cheering)

- Well done, babe, woo-hoo!

- Oh, come on!

-[Announcer] Yes!

No, no, the linesman says no.

- What?

-[Announcer] The linesman

says no. Give it!

-[Crowd] In! In! In! In! In! In!

(Big Bob shouts)

- Oh, no! Oh, no!

Oh, oh, to the left.

Left, left.

Back a bit.

Back, back.

- Back, there. - It's three-two.

(both cheering) (crowd cheering)

(rock music) - Come on, Bobby.

- Come on, Bobby. - Come on, Bobby.

- Bobby, clear it!

- Pass it.

Come on.

♫ Well I feel so good

♫ Everything's getting high

♫ You better take it easy 'cause the place is on fire

♫ Been a hard day nothing went too good

♫ Now I'm gonna relax buddy everybody should

-[Announcer] And here comes Hurst.

He's got, some people are on the pitch,

they think it's all over.

It is now!

Come on.

(crowd cheering)

Oh, it was wonderful.

- They've done it?

He's done it!

Was Bobby good?

- Brilliant.

- Oh!

-[Announcer] Greatest moment in English sporting history

as Bobby Moore goes up to pick up the World Cup.

(crowd cheering)

- Ohh!

(crowd cheering)

-[Announcer] There is the Jules Rimet trophy!

(crowd chanting)

What a day this is.

A day none of us British here will ever forget.

- Bobby!

-[Announcer] This is a great sight.

(crowd cheers wildly)

- Well done, chaps.

-[Footballer] Cheers.

- Plenty of beer upstairs.

Enjoy yourselves.

Bobby, well done.

(background chattering)

- Bobby!

- Private party, sorry.

- I'm Tina Moore, I'm Bobby's wife.

- The dinner's stag.

- Stag?

- Sir Stanley.

Lady Rouse.

- Er, what about her?

- FA wives are permitted.

Players' wives are in the chop house.

- No, no, I need to speak to Bobby.

We always get together after a match.

- FA rules are very strict.

- This is ridiculous.

We haven't seen our husbands for over a month.

- Yeah!

- I'm sure you can hold on for a couple more hours.

The chop house is that way.

- Honestly, the cheek of that man.

- Well, just don't let it ruin your night.

- Thanks.

I just hate how snobby the FA lot are.

And he can't stand them either, Bobby.

We should be allowed to celebrate with our husbands.

- Martin tried to have my top off earlier.

- What?

What, you've seen him already?

- Yeah, well, he sneaked in my hotel room, didn't he?

Tried to get a bit of nookie. (laughing)

Not a chance, I said.

(knocking on door)

- We did it, Teen.

We did it.

My heart's still going.

- (laughs) Mine too.

- What is it?

Tina?

- You shook hands with the Queen. (laughs)

- Who'd have thought it, eh?

East-End boy, son of a gas fitter.

- You looked so handsome.

Like a god.

- Tina, you're embarrassing me.

- I don't care.

Everyone was watching.

The whole country.

Cheering for you.

- Still just me.

- You're a hero, Bobby.

And they don't even know the half of it.

- I've missed you.

-[Men] Bobby! Bobby!

- You're wanted.

Go on.

-[Men] Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!

- Why don't you come with me?

-[Men] Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!

Bobby! Bobby! Bobby! Bobby! Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!

- Did you watch the match?

- Of course.

- You must be proud.

The West Ham lot put on a good show.

- The national team has nothing to do with me.

Your new contract.

Let's be realistic.

The board won't let you leave.

It's a three-year deal.

Golden handcuffs.

- Gold?

That's not even brass.

- What do you have in mind, Bobby?

- Well.

♫ Oh, the good life

♫ Full of fun

♫ Seems to be the ideal

- And this is the kitchen.

Hardly use it.

Bobby gets so many dinner invitations, I'm getting fat.

- Don't be silly, you look great.

Oh, look at this, Tina!

I used a mangle when you were Roberta's age.

(both laugh) Ooh!

- Hiya. - Oh, hello.

- Hi Pauline. Are you all right?

- Who's that, the maid?

- Au pair, actually.

- Oh.

Mm.

I thought the house looked tidy.

And you've got five bedrooms!

What are you gonna do with them all?

- Well, one for when you come to stay and well, who knows?

- Oh?

And what about?

- Bobby? - Mm.

- You know what he's like.

Can't get him to talk about it.

- Well, talking is not gonna get me a new grandchild.

(laughing)

- Mum!

- I've never seen so much grub.

- Do you want me to take a turn?

- No, no.

Happy as Larry here.

- Mum, you don't need to do that.

- I don't mind.

- We've got Pauline now.

Sit down, relax.

Thanks, Pauline.

- Thank you, Mrs. Moore.

- Bleeding hell, Geoff!

Judith not feed you at home?

- Cut the ribbon down the butchers down the road from us.

Got a nice bottle of bubbly and the best part,

free sausages for a year!

- Really?

- Yeah, and I'm thinking of becoming a vegetarian.

(Bobby laughs)

- If Geoff's getting offers like that,

imagine what you would get.

- Would it be all right if I take a photo

with the house in the background?

- Of course. - Yeah.

- Gather round, everyone.

- Mum! Photo!

-[Tina] Come on, let's get in.

Come on.

(background chattering)

-[Jenny] Say cheese.

-[All] Cheese.

- And sausages.

(all laugh) - Sausages!

- Tina's right.

If you put that mush on a can of dog food

and they'll fly off the shelves.

You're a walking gold mine, Bobby.

-[Bobby] Shut up.

- So, is this your field, then?

Commercial management?

- Trust me, Tina, I've got contacts all over the country.

Mate of mine works at Titbits magazine, yeah?

And he wants you to do a column.

- Dunno.

I'm not much of a writer, Jack.

- Who said anything about writing?

A quick chat with one of their reporters after the match

and he'll put it together.

And then there's retail and, of course,

celebrity appearances.

Tina, that's where you come in,

looking a million dollars on his arm.

You think you can handle that?

Silly question.

- The thing is, Bobby's been approached by IMG,

which is a big American--

- I know who they are.

How much do they want?

- Twenty per cent.

- Of what they bring in, or everything?

Football wages included?

- Everything.

- I'll only take ten

and I won't touch your deal with The Hammers.

- That sounds good, doesn't it?

- Yeah.

- A bit more alive for me, come on.

Yeah.

Relax, Bobby.

Yeah, that's it.

Enjoy it.

Why don't you drop your shoulders a little bit?

Yeah.

That's it.

Hands out of pockets, please.

Thank you.

One more of those.

Try leaning up against the trunk back there.

There's the one.

Look more alive for me.

Come on.

I've got enough wood with all the trees, Bobby.

- Come on, Bob.

- What?

- Loosen up a bit.

TV Times, they want a bit of pizzazz, you know what I mean?

Let's try something else.

Tina?

- Yeah.

- Why don't you stand next to Bobby?

- Wearing this?

- That's it.

Perfect.

Perfect, Tina!

Wonderful.

More of those, please, darling.

Fantastic.

You'll have to keep an eye on her, Bobby.

Right, one more, folks.

Thank you.

- When Bobby comes back from a match, he's always hungry.

Nothing beats a proper Sunday roast

with all the family and to top it all off,

we swear by Bisto.

It's so easy to make, I, oh.

Bugger.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

-[Director] All right, cut.

Cut, thanks, everyone.

Let's all take five and we can get a reset on Tina, please.

- Fanny Craddock, eat your heart out.

- Ssh!

- Now, now, Mr Moore.

Don't upset our star.

- I'm sorry, I'm out of practice.

- Don't blame you.

Not every woman wants to spend her life

slaving in a kitchen.

(baby crying)

- (laughing) Oh, wow.

It's got a pool.

- Well, you need it in Spain.

The heat's crazy.

- That man looks just like Sean Connery.

- It is.

He has the place next door.

- James Bond is your neighbor?

(both giggling)

-[Tina] I'm getting used to it now.

-[Jenny] What's he like?

Bet he's a real lady's man.

- Oh, he's lovely.

Really down to earth and he dotes on Roberta.

- Can you get me an autograph for John's birthday?

He's mad on James Bond.

Sorry, I shouldn't have asked.

- No, no, it's fine.

He's there on holiday you know, to get away from it all.

- Of course, of course.

- We'd love you and John to come out.

Who knows?

Go for a drink together? (laughs)

Is that what I think it is?

Congratulations!

Why didn't you say?

- I was going to, just waiting for the right moment.

- Aw Jenny, it's gorgeous.

So, when did it happen?

- Not long.

Couple of weeks.

- Weeks?

Jen?

- I haven't seen you.

- You could have rung.

- I did.

Bobby said you were busy doing that advert.

- Oh, thanks.

I'll get this.

- No, let's split it.

- No, Jen, please.

- Really, Tina, I've got it.

-[Harriet] Sorry, could I trouble you

for an autograph, Mrs. Moore?

- Yeah.

-[Harriet] Thanks.

- What's your name?

-[Harriet] Harriet.

- Harriet.

(pen scribbling)

There you go.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

- Well John, a couple more of both of us

and then one of Bobby, yeah, to finish off.

There we go.

That's it, folks.

- Fall down a rabbit hole?

- Sorry.

Traffic.

- Jack's got some news for you.

- Yeah, so I got a call yesterday.

It's only Alfred bloody Hitchcock, himself.

He's looking for a new blonde.

- Must've seen your Bisto ad.

- You're kidding?

What did you say?

Does he know I've not done any acting?

I mean, not prop--

Oh! Oh, you sod!

- It was Bobby's idea.

I'll get you a drink.

(both laughing)

- Well, I have some news.

I don't think you deserve it now.

- What?

- No.

- Come on, what?

- I'm pregnant. (laughs)

- No.

- Yeah.

That's why I'm late.

I've been to see Dr Kennedy.

I suspected, but I needed to be certain.

Aren't you pleased?

- Pleased?

Tina, I'm-- (Tina laughs)

-[Announcer] Here's another one from Moore to Sissons.

-[Man] Go on, Bobby!

(whistle blowing) -[Crowd] Ooooh!

- Oh, God.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh God!

- Exactly. (Tina gasps)

Never a foul.

(Tina wails)

- Okay.

And breathe.

Really push!

-[Tina] Help me!

(Tina wails)

-[Nurse] It's better you wait outside.

- No, I wanna be right here this time.

You all right?

- What do you think?

(Tina screeches)

- All right, Tina.

Push.

- You can do it.

Come on.

-[Nurse] Really, really push now.

Come on, Tina.

And breathe! (Tina screeches)

Push!

- Come on, put your back into it!

(baby crying softly)

- We've got a son.

A son.

(gentle music)

(baby cooing)

Let's call him Dean.

- Really?

- Complete our family.

I'm so lucky.

- Usually it's the baby who cries. (laughs)

(Bobby sniffs)

-[Tina] Mum, we're back!

-[Bobby] Tina, do you want a G and T?

- Great party.

You all right, Mum?

- Yeah.

Angels, Tina.

They're little angels.

- I'm lucky, aren't I?

Two gorgeous men in my life.

- I saw Mother earlier.

- Nanny Wilde?

- Yeah.

- In a dream?

- She was holding out her arms, smiling at me.

-[Bobby] Tina? Drinks are ready!

- Go on.

Go on, you go downstairs, enjoy yourself.

- Are you feeling all right?

- Yeah.

I'm just tired.

I'm gonna go to bed.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

I love you.

(Tina humming)

- Oh, not you and all?

We're all feeling it today.

It's gone 10.

Mum.

Mum?

Mum.

Bobby!

- I've spoken to your mother's consultant

and the tests are back.

They show a large tumor on her brain.

I know it's a terrible shock,

but there's no doubt about the diagnosis.

- Well, will they operate?

- I'm afraid it's too late.

I'm very sorry, Tina.

- How long?

Months?

A year?

- Days.

- Days!

Mum?

- Oh, darling.

Bobby, come here.

I always knew you were special,

from the first time Tina brought you home.

So you will take care of her?

- Of course I will, Betty.

- Tina.

I don't know what I ever did

to deserve a daughter as wonderful as you.

You've given me so much joy

and so much happiness.

Just, thank you.

I love you, darling.

I love you, Tina.

- I love you, Mum.

(gentle music)

(Tina crying and sniffing)

-[Announcer] And this one's going out for our brave boys

on the England football squad who today fly out to Colombia.

-[Roberta] How long are you going for, Dad?

-[Bobby] That depends.

-[Roberta] Depends on what?

-[Bobby] On whether or not Daddy's team win.

We can't beat bloody Brazil.

- Sorry, I'm.

- That's okay.

- I haven't been through her things for ages.

She used to wear this when I was young.

She was always so well-turned out, wasn't she?

All the other women in the street were jealous but,

but I was so proud.

I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

I did.

I should put them into storage.

It still smells of her.

I'm sorry, it's stupid.

- Hey, it's not stupid at all.

Hey.

Er, hey,

do you want me to ask Mum to come and stay?

While I'm in Bogota?

Eh?

While I'm training?

- No, I'll be fine.

I'll be joining you in a few weeks anyway, so.

♫ Yeah

♫ Said it's all right

♫ I won't forget

♫ All the times I've waited patiently for you

♫ As you do just what you choose to do

♫ And I will be alone again tonight, my dear

(engine whooshing)

- Tina?

- Mm.

- Just a couple of things I need you to sign.

Is that all right?

- Yeah.

- There you go.

- There?

- And there.

And there.

- Sorry.

- Sorry. - It's all right.

It's fine.

Just one more.

♫ Yeah, I heard a funny thing

♫ Somebody said to me

♫ You know that I could be in love

♫ With almost everyone

- We'd better get back.

Thank you very much.

♫ I think that people are the greatest fun

-[Alf] Gentlemen.

♫ And I will be alone again tonight, my dear

And, er, at six o'clock, we--

- Excuse me, Senor?

You took our bracelet.

- A bracelet?

- Yes, my assistant saw you take it from our shop.

(telephone rings)

- Hello?

-[Reporter] Tina Moore, have you heard?

Bobby's been arrested.

- Oh, don't be stupid.

He's in bloody Bogota.

-[Reporter] No, hold on--

- Please, leave us alone.

-[Reporter] Hang on, no!

-[Men] Bobby! Bobby!

- We've got to talk about this.

I don't know what you're doing here.

This is completely wrong.

-[Men] Bobby! Bobby!

- Don't you worry, Bobby.

Bobby, we'll sort it out.

(doorbell rings)

- Tina?

- Tina!

- Tina, is it true?

-[Reporter] Did Bobby steal a bracelet for you?

Just a few questions!

(soft music)

- Concerns are growing whether England Captain Bobby Moore

will be released in time for the Mexico World Cup.

Even if he is, there surely will be a question over his

fitness having missed crucial training.

And of course, the psychological

impact of this ordeal (telephone rings)

remains to be seen.

- Oh.

- (clears throat) Any news?

- No, not yet.

- I've brought supplies for a couple of days.

I thought I could sleep in your spare room.

(background chattering)

(door bangs)

- How was school?

- Sally in my class said Daddy stole a necklace.

Is it true?

- Of course it isn't.

- Who's hungry?

- Here, have a biscuit. (phone rings)

- We've got some nice chocolate biscuits.

Sounds good, doesn't it?

Would you like a chocolate biscuit?

- Hello?

- Tina.

- Bobby.

Thank God.

Are you all right?

- I'm fine.

I'm fine.

- What's going on?

They're not telling us anything.

- I don't know.

It's crazy.

I'm under arrest.

- Why would they think that you stole a bracelet?

I don't know, Tina, right I'm thousands of miles away,

I don't speak the language,

the team have gone off to Mexico without me.

- Sorry.

I'm sorry, okay, just take a few breaths.

- What if I don't get out?

- You will.

You've been through worse than this, Bobby.

A stupid bloody bracelet isn't going to break you, is it?

- Tina?

- Hello?

Bobby?

- Tina?

- I'm not staying here a moment longer.

- What do you mean?

- I'm no use to him here.

The Daily Sketch has booked me a flight.

I'm going.

At least I'll be on the same bloody continent.

(jazz music)

-[Reporters] Oh! Tina! Tina!

(background chattering)

(horn beeps)

-[Reporters] Tina! Tina!

- Bye bye, boys.

(Tina laughs)

- Woo-hoo!

This is a scream! (laughing)

Oh, Tina, come on.

It'll be okay.

-[News Reporter] It's just been announced

that England Captain Bobby Moore has been released

without charge from house arrest in Bogota.

It is understood that he will now rejoin

his team training in Mexico City.

(both laughing)

- See?

- Oh, God!

(laughing)

Okay.

- Mexico, here we come!

-[Reporters] Bobby! Bobby!

- All I wanna say is I'm completely innocent of these

accusations and now that I'm free,

I want to concentrate on what's important, the World Cup.

-[Reporter] Bobby!

- Senor Bobby, are you still fit enough to play?

(exciting trumpet music)

-[Tina] I thought I'd never see you again.

(throat clears)

- I've got to go.

See you later.

("I Feel Free" by Cream)

- Now Bobby has been proven innocent

he's feeling confident again

and the team is right behind him.

- Bobby, over to you.

(clapping)

- All right, lads.

What we need to look out for is when Rivelino falls back.

- Of course, Alf is strict about keeping the sexes apart.

And so he should be.

This is a serious business and not a joyride.

When thousands of people are applauding him,

I want to stand up and shout he's my husband, you know?

- Stop him!

- Come on!

-[Announcer] Bobby Moore. (crowd cheering)

-[Tina] I've seen him play in many epic matches,

but never as heroically as against Brazil.

-[Announcer] Bobby Moore.

Bobby Moore is there to stop him.

Moore is there!

Here's Pele now.

And Bobby Moore stops him.

-[Tina] Pele was impressed enough to kiss him and say

Bobby, I like you.

I like the way you play.

Of course Bobby's disappointed that England

had gone out to West Germany,

especially after such high hopes of keeping the Cup,

but that doesn't change the fact that in my eyes,

he's more of a hero than ever.

(relaxing music)

Hey, chin up.

- I still feel it in my guts, I mean--

- Yes.

But you played magnificently.

Honestly, the papers are full of praise.

Especially for the game against Brazil.

- When I played, what was it, heroically?

- (laughs) You read it?

What did you think?

- Great.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You really, really captured it.

- Mm.

- Hope it wasn't too much of a drag for you.

- No, not at all.

Funny, I thought it might be, but I really enjoyed it.

I got a kick out of it,

having something else to think about,

other than what I'm wearing or where I'm going for dinner.

- So are we looking at the next Lois Lane?

- Hardly.

But it was nice while it lasted.

- I'm glad.

You look like your old self again.

And we can have a proper holiday.

- Yes.

Well I got you a present.

Yeah.

Go on.

(Tina laughs)

- Is this a joke?

- Yeah.

- A bracelet.

You!

(Tina screams)

(tape ripples)

(ominous music)

- Bobby.

- Hm?

- Sorry for the abruptness of this intrusion,

but we felt it was important to speak to you straightaway.

According to the source, five men, two of them armed,

are involved in a plot to kidnap Mrs. Moore and the children

for a ransom of 10,000 pounds.

Now we're taking this threat very seriously,

so we'd like to put in place round-the-clock protection

for you and the family.

There'll be nine officers, working in threes,

in eight-hour shifts.

- Thank you.

That's a huge relief.

- Where will you stay?

- Here with you, Mrs. Moore.

-[Man] What's it gonna be Bobby?

Poker?

-[Bobby] Yeah.

I knew I had some cards in here somewhere.

- Lagers are here, Bobby!

- Nice one.

Be down in a minute.

- You've been drinking all day.

- Yeah, so?

- So, what will Ron say when you turn up drunk?

Hm?

- Has he got you on the payroll?

Did you find the whisky?

-[Man] Yeah, I've got it.

(telephone rings)

- Hello?

Kathy, hi.

One minute.

Stay there one minute.

It's all right, it's just a friend.

They've got to listen in.

Well, yeah, that's what they say.

Hiya.

Bobby?

Roberta?

Where are they?

School finished 40 minutes ago.

Bobby?

-[Bobby] Hello!

- We got ice lollies!

- Oh!

You're late.

You knew I'd be worried.

Hey.

- Go on, kids.

Go upstairs.

Go up and play.

-[Roberta] All right.

Come on, Dean.

- It's fine.

They've caught the guy.

It was a hoax.

- What?

- So it would seem.

- Well, why didn't you tell me?

- You were at the shops.

- Anyway, I'm very pleased to be able to say

that we can now leave you in peace.

Come on, lads.

Good day, ma'am.

- Well, I'd better get packed.

- Packed?

- Blackpool.

FA Cup third round.

- Right.

- Hey, the police wouldn't be leaving

if they didn't think it was safe.

- It's not that, right.

I want to be settled.

I don't want to have police and photographers here,

and maniacs threatening to kidnap us.

- Well, you can't have it both ways.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- Nothing.

- It's all right for you.

You can leave, hide in football.

Me, me, this is all I've got.

- Listen.

Things will be back to normal soon, I promise.

So there I am, down to two men.

Looking around to cross it.

He's nowhere to be seen, running up the left.

(laughing)

- All right, lads, turn in soon.

Big cup-tie tomorrow.

- Yes, boss. - Yes, boss.

- Bobby.

- Yes, boss.

Right, fancy a nightcap, lads?

Mate's got a club round the corner.

- You heard what the boss said.

- Don't worry about Reverend Ron.

He won't find out.

- But we've got a match tomorrow.

- Oh, yeah?

You seen the forecast?

The only way we'll be playing is on ice skates.

Right, then.

(rock n' roll music) (background laughing)

- Girls, come on!

Come on.

Do you want to meet Bobby?

- Hello, Bobby.

- Hi.

(background chattering)

- Hello, mate.

Yeah, it's Jimmy.

We might have a story on our hands.

- Hammers trounced in humiliating four-nil defeat.

Hammers smashed.

Astonishing indiscretion.

Bobby Moore and West Ham get hammered.

- I didn't think we'd be playing.

- Not even Georgie Best could've caused a bigger splash.

Young players like Clyde Best look up to you.

I put my faith in you to lead them out onto the pitch,

not to the nearest bar.

- Clyde didn't touch a drop.

- Which is why he's not being punished.

Well, what have you got to say?

- Well, it's a disgrace.

- Too right it is.

Yeah.

Club should've put a lid on it.

Protected the players.

- I just want you to know, if it had been up to me,

you'd be out!

Right.

Two week-suspension, a hundred quid fine.

Now get out of my sight!

- Okay.

The first thing you need to know is

yes, there were girls, but nothing happened, right?

I swear.

Sorry.

They've been in the car.

Please, Tina.

Talk to me.

Shout at me, rage, scream.

I don't know what you're thinking.

- Now you know how it feels.

I thought success, money, fame.

I thought it can't touch us.

We were solid.

We knew our roots.

- You have to believe me.

I would never cheat on you.

Never.

- It's not even about that.

It's about us.

All the crazy stuff that's happened,

I could deal with it, if we faced it together.

But instead you run off,

hide in football and booze

and I'm left here wondering what it's all for.

- I love you.

- Are you drunk?

Something's changed.

You've changed.

Drinking before a match!

You'd have never have done that before.

- I didn't think we'd be playing.

- You gambled.

You used to be so disciplined.

Took pride in leading your team out every week.

Inspiring younger players, not leading them astray.

What's happened to you, Bobby?

- I don't know.

Itchy feet, I guess.

Ron.

Do you know, he never once says, well played?

Not once.

That sort of thing would get to any man.

Right, any man!

- What about me?

Where do I fit into all this?

- What do you mean?

You're my wife. - Wake up, Bobby!

Something's got to change or--

- Or what?

Tina, you don't mean that.

I can make it up to you.

- How?

(Tina scoffs)

- Hey, no.

- No!

Not tonight.

You're on the sofa.

♫ But it's a long, long while

♫ From May to December

♫ And the days grow short when you reach September

♫ And the autumn weather

(tonal music)