Watch Me Fly Jamie Johnson

I feel for the kid.

The dad left and never came back.

-Go!

-Come on, Jamie, you can do it!

Er, score a goal!

I feel like Mum sold our best striker

and replaced him with a donkey.

Want to tell me what's going on?

This is my decision, Dad.

Just promise me you won't say anything to Jamie.

..and I'm going to make sure that it's me that gets the next trial -

and when I do, it'll be because I deserve it.

Words are one thing, Jamie,

but it's what you do that matters.

# One, two, three, four... #

CROWD CHEERS

-CHILDREN CHANT:

-Jamie! Jamie! Jamie!

CROWD CHEERS

-COMMENTATOR:

-Listen to that crowd, what a welcome for Jamie Johnson,

back after suspension.

Go on, Jamie!

It's like he's never been away...

..and look at the confidence in this guy!

Johnson.

What are you doing?

LAUGHTER ECHOES

CROWS CAW

VOICES ECHO

Loser.

Jamie Johnson, return of the king.

Return of the king?

Who are we trying to fool here?

Look at the state of him!

The kid's bottling it.

Hey, get off!

Mum, have you seen my kit?

Already ironed and in your bag, love.

Big day today.

-Is it?

-Yeah, first day back at training after his ban.

Oh, of course.

Well, I'll see you tonight.

Good luck, love. Mwah.

Not that you need it.

Ooh, Dad, Jeremy's coming round later, for tea.

Can you pop a bit extra on?

-Will do.

-Thanks.

Bye!

I'm not sure my spag bol is quite Jeremy's thing.

Doesn't he have a wheat intolerance or something?

-No, just a humour intolerance.

-Ha-ha-ha!

Have you heard the latest?

About Raymondo Bernard?

Just managed to sign before the transfer deadline.

Can't wait to see him play.

See if he's still got it.

Of course he's still got it.

I just hope I have.

What's that supposed to mean?

What if Hansard decides I'm not match fit

for the quarterfinal this weekend?

Of course you're fit.

Getting your head in the right place -

that's the name of the game this week.

Now, eat.

Well, I've heard he's a total hottie.

Will he be any good on the ball, though?

-Who cares?

-Who's his dad again?

-What gives?

-Some footballer's son's coming to our school, apparently.

-It's only a rumour.

-No.

Melody Crawford definitely heard Sandra Bellingham

talking to her older sister Jennifer,

who teaches an assistant year nine.

She got it from Mrs Sevigne, who teaches senior French,

and she got it from Miss Savage herself.

-Bound to be true, then.

-What footballer's son?

Raymondo Bernard's.

What? No way!

I mean, why would he send his son to this school, of all places?

My point exactly.

Statistically, this school is actually

one of the higher performing comprehensives in this area.

How many times?

There is no way Raymondo Bernard is ever in a million years

going to send his son to this school.

BELL RINGS

So, history projects.

For those who missed it, there are four stages.

Planning, research, structure and finally, review.

Now, it's the research bit I'm going to home in on today.

You must use more than one source.

You must always acknowledge where that source came from.

Jamie Johnson!

-Yeah, Miss?

-Name a kind of source.

Er...

tomato?

LAUGHTER

MUSIC: Are You Getting Enough? by Professor Green

-Is that him?

-Raymondo Bernard.

And check out the son!

You could cut yourself on those cheekbones.

Raymondo Bernard, at our school?

How mad is that?

And guess what? Dillon got to meet him in person.

-No way!

-Yeah.

Miss Savage called him in to give his son a tour of the school.

If I weren't stuck in that stupid catch-up class,

she might have picked me.

Numpty.

Agh!

Oops, sorry.

Hey, Jack. Did anyone tell you you play like a girl?

Oh, thanks, Dillon.

Pity you play like a dinosaur.

OK, listen up, everyone.

This is Michel.

Grow up, Ash.

Now, he may have a girl's name, but he's a brilliant player,

so you'd better all be on-form,

because he's looking to take your place in the team.

That's not strictly true.

Competition. That's what football's all about, Mich.

Dillon is such a plank.

-What about this one?

-Mm?

It in the right price range, it's close to the hospital.

Yeah, well, we'll put it on the "possible" pile.

He's not going to be happy when he finds out.

Oh, he'll get used to the idea.

Jamie?

Is that you?

DOOR SLAMS

Jack, what's he like, then?

Michel?

-How should I know?

-You met him, didn't you, in practice?

If you count hitting him over the head with a football,

then, yeah, I suppose.

So embarrassing, the way they're all flapping around him.

I know. Much better to play it cool and let him come to me.

I mean us.

Ugh.

Aah, he just looked at me!

I think he likes me.

Don't let Harry catch you looking at Indira.

Who? The pretty one standing next to Jack.

Oh. Her.

She dumped him, but he still likes her.

I am so going to be Michel's girlfriend.

He's coming over.

Hey, it's Jack, right?

Hi. Yeah.

The girl with the mighty kick.

I'm a goalie, what can I say?

Ahem...

And you're...Indira?

-You know my name.

-Of course.

Has anybody ever told you you've got really long eyelashes?

Er...

my mother.

-See you at practice after school, then.

-Yeah, see you.

How cool was that?!

He knew my name.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Chel, Dillon, what is that?

There was no skill and speed in that.

Pick it up.

What do you think of him? Michel?

I don't know. He seems nice.

-A bit vain, maybe.

-No, I meant his skills.

Oh. Right.

-Average.

-Same.

I bet you Hansard picks him in the team over me.

-Why would he do that?

-Because of what I did to Harry.

-WHISTLE BLOWS

-OK. I think we'll call it a day.

Don't forget, pack up and then leave.

Hey, very good.

Not a single one passed you in that penalty shoot out game.

You give too much away, that's why.

Show me what you mean.

Looks like your girlfriend's dumped you.

Looks like you're the one that's been dumped to me.

Right, Michel. Watch what I'm doing with my eyes.

Ah, I see.

Well, maybe not as much as that -

but you need to keep your eyes forward.

Jack, you coming or what?

-Can we try it again?

-Just going over some stuff with Michel,

-I won't be long.

-It's all right.

I'll catch you up later.

OK, Michel. You try first.

-Hi.

-How's it going?

-Nice to meet you, I'm Ben.

-Karen.

-Hello. How are you? All right?

Yeah, not bad.

-It's lovely.

-Shell we have a look?

-Yeah.

-Let's go and have a look.

-Yeah.

So how long has this been on the market for?

Do you want to play professionally one day, then?

I suppose, if I'm good enough.

There are lots of great women's teams in the US.

I know. My dad wants me to go to college there when I'm older,

to play football and study journalism.

And what do you want?

-Sorry?

-You told me what your dad wanted.

-What do you want?

-Um...

the same, I guess.

What about you? Do you want to play professionally?

Oh, wait, stupid question.

-Why?

-Your dad's Raymondo Bernard.

Of course you're going to play professionally.

Why does everyone always assume that?

What if I don't want to? What if I'm not good enough?

What if I don't even like football?

CAR APPROACHES

-Here's my ride.

-You have your own car?

-Can I give you a lift?

-Heck, yeah.

Indira's never going to believe this.

They're definitely moving in together, Mike -

and she'll want me to go with them.

I don't want to.

All seems a bit sudden.

Are you sure?

I saw them, Mike. Can I still live with you if it happens?

Well, hang on...

-Can I?

-Ultimately, that will depend on your mother.

Stop worrying about something you can't control,

and concentrate on what you can.

Now, again - with focus this time.

Thanks for the lift.

You're welcome.

Hey, Jack? I've invited some of the guys to my house Friday night.

-Do you want to come along?

-Yeah, OK.

Thanks. Can I bring Jamie?

Sure. Is he your boyfriend?

No! He's my best mate.

Invite who you like. What about that cute girl?

-What's her name again?

-Indira?

-Yes.

Maybe you can invite her?

Yeah, OK. I'll ask her.

OK, let's go.

Tssh.

What you mean, no?

Look, I don't know anything about this boy or his family.

I told you, it's Raymondo Bernard's son.

I don't care whose son it is.

-Well, Jack's going.

-I don't care!

-What's going on here?

-Talk to Mum, will you?

-Will you tell him?

-I've been invited to Michel Bernard's house.

Well, loads of us have -

and Mum won't let me go.

Well, quite right, too.

You've got a match in the morning.

You don't go out partying the night before an important game.

It's not a party.

You've been stressing all week about getting into the team,

and now you're in it, you're not taking it seriously.

-Of course I am.

-Then you need to stay home and get an early night.

I can still go AND get an early night.

BOTH: No!

Can't see what the problem is myself.

Well, he's an 11-year-old, he wants to go to a friend's house

and have a bit of fun for a couple of hours.

I mean, what's the big deal?

You said he's working hard at his school work.

Well... Yeah, he is.

It's not like it's an all-night party, Mike.

I mean, you can be back at eight, can't you, Jamie?

There's a whole group of them going, they'll be safe.

Let him go.

Please, Mum?

-OK.

-Thanks.

Well I think it's Jeremy you need to thank.

Thanks, Jez.

MUSIC: Busy Earnin' by Jungle

Wow.

You've got your hair down?

Ten out of ten for observation, Jamie.

Hey.

Come in.

CHILDREN LAUGH AND CHATTER

-DILLON:

-Oh, so close!

Come on!

Concentrate, Harry.

Yes!

I'm glad you managed to persuade Indira.

She didn't need much persuading.

Harry was keen for her to be here.

-Harry?

-He still likes her.

Oh, so that's why you asked me to invite her.

-Yes.

-Right.

Michel seems to like Jack.

Everyone likes Jack.

Whoa!

This stuff's great.

It gives you a real buzz.

Yeah, makes you do crazy things, man.

Harry, you don't want to injure yourself again.

What do you care?

No thanks. They're no good for you.

Listen to this marshmallow -

too namby for an energy drink?

They're full of caffeine and sugar.

-They keep you awake.

-That's the point. Duh.

All the blood's going to your head.

-Get down.

-Not until I hear you say you'll go out with me again.

Seriously, your face is turning purple.

Say it.

OK, whatever, just get down off your head.

Do you realise I had my fingers crossed?

This place is so cool, Mich.

You're really lucky.

Well, I suppose I am.

Can't understand why your dad sent you to our dump of a school, though.

He did not. I chose it.

Don't drink that, Jack.

Who do think you are, Johnson?

-A mum?

-I think Jack's capable of making her own decisions, Jamie.

There are other drinks in the fridge if you want something else.

No, this is fine, thanks.

Jamie, where are you going?

Jamie, what's your problem?

You're nothing but a sheep like the rest of them.

It's only a drink.

-Come back in.

-I'm going home for an early night.

Everyone here seems to have forgotten

we have an important match tomorrow.

DOOR OPENS

MUSIC BLARES

MUSIC: You Really Got Me by The Kinks

MUSIC ECHOES

-COMMENTATOR:

-Now Cantona could be in here.

He's conjuring up a chip...

And that's why Old Trafford calls Eric Cantona "The King".

-You're back early.

-I shouldn't have gone.

I need to focus, get my head in the right place, like you said.

Maybe Jeremy was right.

Sometimes it's important to have fun, too.

It wasn't fun.

I see. Like that, was it?

Did Mum mention anything to you tonight?

-About the move?

-No - and you need to put that out of your head for now.

You can't focus with stuff rattling around your brain.

What a comeback he had.

Cantona.

Eight-month suspension and back on a pitch like he'd never been away.

The return of The King.

Absolute magic.

You make sure you enjoy your comeback tomorrow.

I know I'm going to enjoy mine.

-You're allowed back?

-I'll be keeping a low profile, don't worry -

but you, you want everyone at that game sitting up and taking notice.

Look them in the eye and tell them, "I'm Jamie Johnson.

"Watch me fly."

Couldn't sleep at all last night.

My brain was buzzing for this match.

Buzzing with all the caffeine, you mean.

I couldn't sleep either.

I wish I listened to Jamie.

Rubbish. I've never slept before a match.

I bet Jamie didn't either, did you?

Like a puppy.

All right, everybody listen up.

These lot, they're pushovers.

So, if everybody does their job today,

we'll get through to those semis -

and we'll be one game away from the big prize.

Final in St George's Park.

So, yeah. Come on.

All right, bring it in.

You too, Harry.

ALL: One, two, three, four - ohhhh, let's do this!

Come on, Kingsmount.

CROWD CHEERS

-COMMENTATOR:

-Listen to that crowd.

What a welcome for Jamie Johnson.

Back after suspension.

Go on, Jamie!

It's like he's never been away -

and look at the confidence in this guy.

Jamie Johnson, return of the king.

Johnson!

What are you doing?

'You tell them...

' "I am Jamie Johnson.

' "Watch me fly." '

Pressure, pressure them.

Stay with them, Jamie.

Well done, Jack, well done.

-Good pass.

-And again.

What are you doing?

Come on, Kingsmount!

Save, Jack.

Come on, let's get going, Kingsmount.

Oh!

Come on, Harry, what's the matter with you?

Get back in the game.

Come on!

WHISTLE BLOWS

Come on, Kingsmount. Come on!

ALL CHEER

Kingsmount. That's more like it.

Too much space. What's going on?

-Come on!

-Dillon!

Down the line.

ALL: Ooh!

Come on. Don't look down.

Spread out!

Agh!

Get your head in the game!

What's going on out there?

We should be making mincemeat of this team.

Now, come on. Raise your game!

Give Jamie the ball...

as much as possible.

He's the only one out there making anything happen.

Now come on, Kingsmount, let's go.

Get hold of the ball, Kingsmount.

Don't give them room, Eric.

Ugh!

Come on!

That's it, Jack!

Come on, get into the game, Dillon.

Unlucky, Jack.

This is a disaster.

I told them this would happen.

What's wrong with them? They're dead on their feet.

We're not going down without a fight.

-Come on.

-Come on!

Go on, Jamie!

Oh, unlucky.

Come on, Kingsmount.

Got one through again.

Saved.

That's it, Jack.

Go on, go on.

ALL CHEER

-Go on, Kingsmount.

-Go on, Kingsmount.

Watch him! He's through.

Release.

Jamie, keeper's off his line.

-Yes!

-Yes! WHISTLE BLOWS

-ALL CHANT:

-Kingsmount! Kingsmount! Kingsmount!

Now, concentrate, Kingsmount.

Come out, come out, Jack.

Don't let him shoot!

WHISTLE BLOWS

ALL CHEER

-Yes!

-Good one, Kingsmount!

Kingsmount!

Whoo!

"Jamie Johnson, a talent to watch out for."

-Fantastic.

-Let me have a look.

Well done, Jamie.

Well, you deserve it.

I may not know much about football...

You don't say(!)

..but even I can see you were special on that pitch.

-Thanks.

-Ooh, by the way, Karen.

I did finally have that conversation with my dad,

-and, amazingly, he's up for the idea.

-Great!

Look, Jeremy's dad has not been well and so Jeremy wanted to move him

nearer this way, so we've been looking at places for him.

Did you hear that, Jamie?

They've been looking at houses for Jeremy's dad.

So we're not moving out of Mike's, then?

No!

-Why'd you think that?

-He saw the two of you house-hunting

and thought you were moving in together.

-Oh!

-Oh, love.

If we were going to do something like that,

don't you think we'd sit down with you and discuss it first?

I don't know, I suppose.

Of course we would.

You're her number one guy, and I will always respect that.

DOORBELL RINGS

I'll get it.

-Dad?

-Hi, Jamie.

Long time no see.

MUSIC: Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division

I'm back in the area and I want to see my son.

And why are you back?

He said he can get me a trial at Hawkstone.

He's not bad, the smaller one.

-Dillon's better.

-Don't look like it from here.

-Plays for Hawkstone.

-No way!

Been a bit off recently, though.

You all right, duck?

-You're looking a bit peaky.

-Mum!

Quick, Dillon's ill.