They Think It's All Over Jamie Johnson

This is Dillon. He's here on trial.

Going in at centre mid.

I thought you were supposed to be a decent player.

You've got no chance here.

I like Jack Marshall.

The talent, the attitude.

There's more to my game than just being in goal.

It's Jack, right?

-Hi.

-'Michel seems to like Jack.'

-'Everyone likes Jack.'

-Do you want to play professionally?

Why does everyone always assume that?

What if I'm not good enough?

What if I don't even like football?

You're hyperglycaemic.

-What does that mean, though?

-The way you've been feeling so tired and so

thirsty, they're all symptoms of type one diabetes.

I've got the semifinals with the inter-school cup coming up.

I can't have diabetes.

# One, two, three, four!

# Jamie, Jamie, Jamie, Jamie! #

Come on, Kingsmount.

Make it count, Johnson.

Simmonds. Marshall.

Shoot!

Everyone forward. Come on, this is our last chance!

THEY CHEER

Yes! Yes!

Now that's what I'm talking about!

Goalie gloves. Brilliant.

You can change them if they're not right.

No, they're great, thank you.

I can't stop thinking about the semifinal tomorrow.

Happy birthday.

It's your birthday?

-I didn't know.

-Don't worry about it.

A make-up set!

Thanks, Indy.

Well, you're 12 now, so it's time to get rid of the whole tomboy thing.

And I thought I'd save the best till last.

-What's this?

-A full in-depth analysis of the Westfield side.

Boggy, you're a legend!

-I give up.

-Look who it is.

Maybe he'll be a bit nicer now that he's diabetic.

I doubt he'll be able to play tomorrow, though.

Welcome back, Dillon.

How have you been feeling? Everyone's been worried.

I was more worried about you having the world's most embarrassing dad.

"Don't ignore me. My son's in the paper.

"You've got to sign him now."

BELL RINGS, HE LAUGHS

Take no notice.

Get to the final, you're bound to be scouted.

We have to. It's my last hope.

We can win this tomorrow.

I know we can.

And as long as I get my way, I won't be needing these.

You want to play midfield?

Yes. That's always been my main goal.

I know I can make more of an impact outfield.

In the semifinal?

I'll be the perfect replacement for Dillon.

What makes you so sure he won't be on the team?

Erm, cos he's spent the last week in hospital.

Yeah, well, obviously, I have to assess his fitness.

Even if you do play him,

Boggy's notes prove the best way to stifle Westfield is with a 3-2-1

formation.

3-2-1?

Their striker, Samuel Jones, has scored 12 goals so far.

Three hat-tricks. We need to cut off his supply in the centre of the

pitch. You're my first-choice keeper.

Give me this chance and I'll soon be your first-choice midfielder.

Westfield will have done their homework too.

Throwing me into midfield would totally throw them.

I'll be an unknown quantity.

Look, I'm not denying you've got ability.

It's just...

The midfield, it's the team's engine.

You're constantly on the move.

I can't expect you to set up in such a crucial game and show that level

of focus and stamina.

Yes, you can. Give me from now until the match to prove it.

OK, look, I'll make my final decision tomorrow.

Yeah?

Oh, mind if I hold on to this?

Sorry I'm late.

-Six.

-That's good.

Or do you need another snack?

No, Mum. If I'm having a hypo and it's lower than four,

I need a glucose tablet or a snack to get my levels back up.

He's been so brave.

I wish he could open up a bit more.

I keep telling him he doesn't have to bottle everything up.

Well, I'm very impressed, Dillon.

It's a lot to get your head around, mate.

You won't leave me out of the semis, will you?

It's the only thing he's worried about, but I think it's too soon.

People keep banging on about how being diabetic doesn't stop you from

doing stuff, and now you're saying I shouldn't play?

Please, sir, I'm begging you.

Don't drop me.

-Hi, Jack.

-I'm after some help.

I've told Hansard I want to come out of goal tomorrow.

-Yeah, Boggy said.

-But he's not convinced my fitness levels

will be up to it. I need some last-minute training.

-I'll grab my boots.

-Actually, it was Mike I wanted.

Tighten it up.

It's all about the timing and focus.

17, 16, 15...

Keep it going.

That's good work, Jack.

All right, now take a breather.

No, I want to carry on.

Shoulders in.

Up.

Five, four...

..two, one.

You all right?

HE GIGGLES

-What's he doing here?

-You don't mind him tagging along, do you?

Pump those legs, Jamie.

Come on. Push it.

That's it, Michel.

Down. Good, good.

Push! Push!

Come on, Jack! One last effort.

You can do it. Ten seconds.

-You ready, birthday girl?

-All right?

-How you doing, mate?

-Five more minutes.

We should be going. I've ordered pizza.

Yeah, I think that's enough training for one day.

Mike's right. You've got to strike the right balance.

Respect the body while it's still growing.

But Hansard expects me to work twice as hard as everyone else.

-They'll tell you.

-Maybe,

but you'll be no use to anyone if you keep overdoing it.

-He's right, Jack.

-No prizes for guessing where you get

all this drive and ambition from, eh?

Will Mum be able to come tomorrow?

She'll be in London all day.

She won't make it. But I won't miss it for the world.

OK, everyone, bring it in.

None of you need reminding how massive this is.

We're just one game away from being in the final at St George's Park,

where the England team train.

Every scout in the land will be there.

So...

Here goes.

I've opted for a 3-2-1 formation.

Erm, Marshall...

-Yes, sir?

-I'm keeping you in goal.

The back three - Johnson, Stuart, Harry...

I promise, I gave it serious consideration.

I just can't afford to take that risk,

not with a game of this magnitude.

And starting Michel for the first time isn't a risk?

Westfield have done their homework.

Putting Michel on puts them off.

He's an...unknown quantity.

Come on, then, let's go.

Look...

I promise, you'll get your chance.

I just have to see you play a full practice match,

-that's all, all right?

-So why aren't you saying that to Michel?

Well, because...

Because he's a boy! Everyone in this squad has their weaknesses.

Dillon lacks agility, Harry lacks strength,

Jamie has issues with his temperament,

so why do you expect me to be perfect?

Do you really think this is helping our morale?

Maybe you're losing sight of what really matters.

Winning the game.

Come on, everyone. Let's do this.

-How come you're here?

-My best mate's their leading scorer.

So I thought I'd come and watch you get slaughtered.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Hey, have you checked your levels?

I just had a cereal bar.

Is that enough if you're going to be running around?

-I'll check again at half-time.

-Have you got your glucose tablets?

No. I thought it would be a laugh if blue flashing lights turn up in the

middle of the semifinal. What do you think?

TEAM: Ooooh, Kingsmount!

Tackle him, Michel!

-Close them down.

-Get a tackle in.

He's the danger man.

Close him down!

Well done, Jack.

Jack, come out, come out!

Come on, Harry!

Press the ball!

Close him down!

He's going through again.

Well done, Jack. Well done.

That's what I'm talking about.

Come on, let's get into the game, Kingsmount.

Sam! Sam!

Jamie! Jamie!

Come on, Michel!

-Michel, what are you doing?

-Get your head in the game!

Get the tackle in!

Look at this. This is too easy!

-Yes!

-Oh, no!

Never mind, Kingsmount. Never mind. Come on.

-What happened?

-Why didn't you close him down?

I'm not the one who lost possession.

Just forget it and move on.

Come on, Kingsmount. Concentrate!

Surely Hansard's going to change the system for the second half.

You're Dillon's mum, aren't you?

Why? Who's asking?

I'm Karen, Jamie's mum.

We were so sorry to hear about what happened.

It must have been a terrible shock for you.

I'm a nurse so I understand what a minefield it must be.

If you ever need any extra advice...

We're managing perfectly well on our own, thank you.

-I'm sure you are...

-Look, if I wanted your advice,

then I'd ask for it, OK?

Their centre forward is making mincemeat out of our defence.

We need to put at least two men on him.

We need to hold our nerve.

Stick with the game plan.

Are you kidding? It's a miracle we're only one down.

I think you've said enough for today.

Don't you? You see, I'm the coach.

My word is final. And if you don't like it, you know what you can do.

Right, second half. As long as we don't concede again, we can do this.

So show me some heart.

Show me some fire.

Come on, Kingsmount, go out there and get it.

Listen, it's time for you to show your pedigree.

We need a little bit of that Bernard magic to turn this game around,

all right? All right. Come on!

You're free!

-Come on, Michel.

-Get hold of the ball.

Come on, man. Come on, you've got to track back.

You're giving him too much space!

Harry, track back. Tackle! Come on, Dillon.

Jack!

HE SCREAMS

-Ref!

-Referee!

Yes! Come on, Westfield.

Come on, Kingsmount.

Are you all right, mate? Coach?

-Why didn't you just play it safe?

-Are you OK?

Right, good boy. I need you to drop back into midfield with Simmonds.

OK? And I'm going to throw Pearce up front.

We need to go for the long ball, OK? He's nice and tall. Long ball.

-Come on!

-We've got ten minutes.

We can still do this.

Into the middle!

Go on, Dillon. Go on! Go on!

Go on, Dillon, shoot!

Oh!

We've really got them on the ropes here.

Nice, Jamie.

Come on, Dillon.

Outrageous!

-Yes!

-They're right back in this.

We've got this.

Stay focused. It ain't over yet.

How long's left?

Not long now. This has got to be their last chance.

Come on, everyone forward.

What are you doing?

-You just said...

-Not you!

Get back in your goal.

Harry, take the corner.

-SLOWED:

-What are you doing?

Don't stand there, get back!

Come on! Get moving!

Track back!

Oh, no.

Yes!

Yes!

WHISTLE BLOWS

I couldn't have asked for more from you.

You should all be very proud of yourselves.

I know how disappointed you all must feel, but reaching the semifinal is

a huge achievement, and I'm sure next year you'll go all the way.

Well done. If it wasn't for you,

that game would have been over in the first half.

Yeah, I can second that. You're a credit to the team.

And I'm so proud of you, babe.

Proud? We lost.

I told you they'd thrash you.

They're virtually unbeatable when they play like that.

So why are you looking so smug?

You're the one who's got to play them in the final.

I know what you're thinking. Why don't you just say it?

Hansard must need his head testing for starting you.

There's only one reason we lost today,

and that's because we didn't work as a team.

I don't need a lecture on team spirit from you.

-Meaning?

-You slated half the squad before we even kicked the ball.

Don't take it out on Jack.

I might have known you would have jumped to her defence.

It was you two that lost us the game.

-That isn't true.

-Isn't it?

He gave away the ball for the first two goals and you gifted them the

third. If you're not to blame, then who is?

I'm so sorry, Jamie.

You're sorry?

There's always next year.

-It's too late then.

-How do you mean?

Every scout in the country will be at that final.

It was my last chance.

Come here.

SOFT SOBBING

Hello?

Just testing my levels, sir.

Oh. OK.

Are you all right? Are you sure?

HE SNIFFLES

Hey, it's OK.

It's OK.

-No, it's not.

-Believe me, we'll come back next year, bigger, stronger.

It's not about the match.

It's about everything. Why did I have to get diabetes?

I hate it. I hate injecting myself, everyone pitying me,

my mum treating me like a kid,

having to carry this stupid kit everywhere.

It's not fair.

Oh, mate.

Yeah, I know it must be really hard for you right now.

But it does get easier.

-How?

-It's like when I play you out of position. Yeah?

At first, you feel like a fish out of water, but you stick to it,

you persevere.

Before you know it, it becomes second nature.

OK, so...

..we lost the match today.

But for you,

this was a massive victory.

Mate, you were the best player on that pitch by a mile.

And to top it off, you scored an amazing goal.

It wasn't enough, though, was it?

Not to win the match, no,

but it was enough to prove that having diabetes

doesn't stop you being who you want to be.

You should be proud of yourself.

I am.

I'm proud of myself. I mean, look at me. Come on.

THEY LAUGH

You see, that's better.

I'll leave you to it.

And, Dillon...

I've got your back, yeah?

Any time you need me, I'm here.

-I thought it was you.

-I just needed a minute to myself.

-You want me to leave you?

-What was I thinking, wanting to be the hero,

prove Hansard wrong? He'll probably drop me altogether now.

He's stubborn, but he's not stupid.

I should have kept my big mouth shut.

You know this team inside out and Hansard knows that.

You were just being honest.

And look where that got me.

We're out of the final and half my team-mates hate me.

That's not true.

Hansard only kept you in goal because he knows you are a safe pair

of hands. If anything, it's a compliment.

Compliment? What would you know?

You walk straight into the team whether you've earned it or not.

I fought so hard for this and still Hansard doesn't take me seriously.

I might as well give up now.

Jack!

Well, at least Nancy will be happy her team are in the final.

How come she weren't here today?

Chess club. Are you OK?

I've messed everything up with Jack.

-What do you mean?

-I had a go at her.

I blamed her for the third goal and I would have done exactly the same.

I wish Hansard would have given her a chance.

Yeah, I mean, who knows,

we could be celebrating being in the final right now.

Exactly. Girl or not, she'd be

the best midfielder this team's ever had.

Well, I'm not the one you should be talking to.

I'm the last person she wants to talk to.

Then find her. Apologise.

But I don't even know where she is.

Think about it, where does she sometimes go

when she's feeling down?

-That's £1.50 change. Thank you very much.

-Thanks a lot.

-Next, please.

-Two large fish and chips, please.

This is class.

You OK?

-Have you seen Jack?

-No.

-Is she not in the changing room?

-Why didn't you give her a chance today?

-Sorry?

-You know how much she wanted to play in midfield.

I already explained to her, I just couldn't take the risk.

So why did you give her false hope?

Have you any idea how hard she trained yesterday?

I don't want her falling behind on the rest of her homework

cos she's so determined to prove herself to you.

I promise she'll get her chance.

But why do you make it harder for her than anyone else?

I treat every member of my squad equally.

You sure about that?

Everything OK?

HE SIGHS

-Here you go.

-Thanks.

BELL DINGS

I'm sorry for having a go at you.

-Forget it.

-It was myself I was mad at.

Even in goal like that, you showed how much you wanted to win.

That's not how Jamie sees it.

-He was just upset.

-How's your leg after that knock?

He hardly touched me.

-But...?

-I wasn't really injured.

I faked it because I knew we'd have a better chance getting back into

the game without me on the pitch.

I'm average at best.

I know that. So does my dad.

It's so unfair that players like you who live and breathe football never

get the same chance as me.

That's hardly your fault.

Most people only want to be my friend

because I'm Raymondo Bernard's son.

I'll admit, I was excited when I heard you were coming to our school.

But now I know you,

I'd want to be your friend even if your dad wasn't a famous footballer.

Thanks.

I didn't like seeing you upset.

I wish I was half the player you are.

Never give up.

I mean it, Jack. You're something special.

Come on, let's go.

-Please tell me you're free tonight.

-Why?

Belated birthday present.

Are you serious?

Can't beat a match-day pie.

Do anything last night?

No, don't think so.

I could have sworn I saw you and Michel sitting

in the players' enclosure

at Hawkstone.

Walk, please!

Miss, I need to talk to you.

It's urgent.

Last night while reviewing footage,

I noticed something else that was odd.

What I'm about to show you

will blow your minds.