Second Chances Jamie Johnson

Everyone in this squad has their weaknesses,

so why do you expect me to be perfect?

It was you two who 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?

You've got a big mouth. Anyone ever told you that?

Everything all right, boys?

Remember, zero tolerance on any bullying in here.

There we have it, the nobody, a sad and tragic creature.

Oi! Give me the phone!

-This is gold.

-What's going on?

We're being filmed.

I messed everything up with Jack.

Then find her, apologise.

I don't even know where she is.

Where does she sometimes go when she's feeling down?

Never give up. I mean it, Jack.

You're something special.

# One, two, three, four! #

I take it Jamie's not a morning person, then.

Oh, take no notice.

He's been like this ever since they got knocked out the cup.

Are you sure it's that?

I felt like I was getting somewhere with him and then his dad came back

and it's like we're back to square one.

Don't take it to heart.

You know what they're like at that age.

What do you think about me getting us some Hawkstone tickets

for the next game?

Well, if there's one way guaranteed to Jamie's heart...

You know, I'm not... I'm not trying to replace his dad.

The key with Jamie is not to try too hard.

Just relax, be yourself.

He'll soon come round.

When is the next Hawkstone home game?

Tonight, actually.

We're playing South Forest.

Tonight? Well, leave it with me.

I'll see what I can do.

Sorry, Jez.

-You been waiting long?

-No, no.

Just...fine.

Just been chatting to your dad.

All right. What about?

Er, football.

So, will you be coming to cheer us on in the final next week?

You were very lucky in the end.

Lucky?

I heard Kingsmount were an absolute shambles.

As I'm on Westfield territory, I'll say this very quietly.

The end result flattered you.

You're such a bad loser!

I'm not a bad loser and can prove it to you right now.

How?

See that boy over there?

He scored the final goal against us.

I'm very happy to go over there and shake his hand.

Prove I'm magnanimous in defeat.

Go on, then.

I will.

Don't let me stop you.

You're really going to make me do this, aren't you?

Hello, sorry to bother you.

You probably don't recognise me.

I'm the idiot that was jumping round dressed as a giant chess piece

the other day.

Despite being a Kingsmount pupil,

I have to concede the best team won on the day.

Congratulations.

Cheers.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Do you want to tell me what yesterday was all about?

That business with Jack Marshall's dad.

Ah, you know what pushy parents are like.

Pushy?

He's always seemed very reasonable to me.

He convinced himself that if I played his daughter in midfield,

we'd be in the final now.

Sure he hasn't got a point?

I mean, I'd hate to think that you were pushing Jack harder than

the others just because she's a girl.

I treat her exactly the same as everybody else.

Great.

Right, well, I look forward to seeing how she gets on in midfield

next time we play.

He kissed you?

Well, yes, on the cheek.

The French are so romantic!

I was upset about losing the semi.

He was just being supportive.

Supportive with his lips, you mean!

Indira!

I've got to go and see Doc Gaskell

about my biology homework,

so I'll, erm...

see you later.

Please tell me you're free tonight.

Why?

Belated birthday present.

Players' enclosure.

Full hospitality in the Les Bradgate suites before the game.

Are you serious?

And so long as I have this,

I know my dad will get on the scoresheet again.

Don't let Miss Savage catch you wearing it.

He bought this for me when he signed with Hawkstone.

Said it would bring me good luck.

And has it?

Maybe.

I read that South Forest haven't won at Hawkstone since 1988.

Bit of a bogey ground for them, by all accounts.

You know what'll happen now he's said that.

Well, as long as Raymondo Bernard's on top form,

should have nothing to worry about.

And even better, we go two points above Foxborough if we win.

Well, should have a good view.

Front row tickets in the main stand.

CROWD CHANTS

Can't beat a matchday pie.

Look, there's Les Bradgate.

Who's Les Bradgate?

Who's Les Bradgate?

Only Hawkstone's top goal-scorer of all time.

You really have got a lot to learn, haven't you?

I predict 3-0.

I'll settle for that.

What do you reckon, Jamie?

Jamie?

Jamie, he's talking to you.

What?

3-0, what do you reckon?

He's too busy looking out for celebrities.

Seen someone else you know?

No-one.

Yeah!

Come on!

HE REWINDS

Come on, Hawkstone!

Wake up!

What was that meant to be?

Come on, Bernard!

WHISTLE BLASTS

That was nasty.

Send him off, ref!

FANS: Off! Off! Off! Off! Off!

He went in with both feet - that's a straight red.

Looks like Bernard's in serious trouble here.

I wouldn't be surprised if he's ruptured his ACL.

'Come on!'

When you predicted 3-0, I think you meant to them.

Me and my big mouth. Sorry about that.

It's the players who should be apologising after that performance.

And I reckon that's Bernard's season over.

We really appreciate you treating us like this, Jeremy.

Jamie, what do you say to Jeremy?

Yeah, thanks.

Don't take it personally.

He's always like this when we lose.

A lot of money to fork out to make someone so miserable.

Welcome to the world of football!

MUSIC: In The Morning by The Coral

What's with the ball?

Erm , Jamie left it at my house last night.

Are you OK? You seem a bit distracted.

Do I?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Oh, sorry about that.

Thanks.

Why are you filming me?

I'm not.

Are you going to explain what that was about?

All in good time, sweetie pops.

Have a nice day.

Sweetie pops?

Hi.

All right.

You OK?

I could do without all these stupid Foxborough fans giving me stick

about last night's result.

I know, they're so irritating.

Tell me something I don't know.

I've hardly seen you since the semifinal.

I'm sorry for having a go at you. I was just upset.

We all were, I get it.

I tried to look for you afterwards, but you disappeared.

Yeah, I just headed straight home.

Do anything last night?

Last night?

No, don't think so.

-Must've been your identical twin, then.

-What?

Could have sworn I seen you and Michel sitting in the players

enclosure at Hawkstone.

And you didn't go straight home after the semis,

because I saw you both in the chippy.

Or was that your twin as well?

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

Er, walk, please!

Hugo, I am surprised at you.

Miss, I'm sure you'll appreciate I'm not usually one for such flagrant

rule-breaking, but there are extenuating circumstances.

Just get to registration.

Miss, you don't understand.

I need to talk to you.

It's urgent.

-Andrews?

-Yes, Miss.

-Bamford?

-Yes, Miss.

-Bakshi?

-Yes, Miss.

Bernard?

Michel Bernard?

Er, Bogson?

Hugo Bogson?

-Cave?

-Yes, Miss.

Fletcher? Yes, Miss.

Where've you been all morning?

I'm not at liberty to say.

What?

All I can reveal is Miss Savage wants the whole year seven squad

in the gym after lunch.

-Why?

-Just be there.

You won't regret it.

What is it?

Miss Savage wants the whole year seven squad in the gym after break.

Have you heard from Michel?

-No, nothing.

-PHONE RINGS

Is that him?

They've confirmed Dad's leg is broken, we'll going back to Paris,

leave in half an hour.

Half an hour?

So when will he be back?

-You don't get it, do you?

-Get what?

His dad was only at Hawkstone until the end of this season.

That's it. He's gone.

He won't be coming back.

PHONE BEEPS

Great, my phone's died. Now I can't even call him.

Use mine.

Do you have his number?

No.

Well, you can't just let it end like this.

So what am I supposed to do?

-Go see him!

-But he's leaving in half an hour.

So? If you go right now, you'll make it!

What, leave school?

-Forget the rules, he loves you!

-Loves?

Listen to me. If you don't do this,

you'll regret it for the rest of your life.

-But I can't...

-No buts!

You can't afford to waste another second.

I'll cover for you, I swear!

Tell him I said au revoir!

You're not going to believe what's just happened!

I've called you all here today to make a very important announcement.

Where's Jack?

Jamie, do you know where she is?

OK, Hugo. Would you mind doing the honours?

Can we dim the lights, please?

Just get on with it.

OK.

What I'm about to show you

will blow your minds.

Leo Hill,

the boy who scored the third goal against us.

Now, here he is in action,

making one of his runs along the left wing.

Clearly a natural left-footer.

As he proves here, as he taps into the net

the goal to break all Kingsmount hearts.

Oh, this is torture.

Yesterday morning, I spotted Hill outside Westfield,

and congratulated him on his victory.

Traitor!

At first he seemed reluctant to accept my praise.

And then last night, while reviewing footage,

I noticed something else that struck me as odd.

What?

I'll get to that, but for now, I want you to have a look at this.

This is Hill approaching me this morning.

Observe what happens when I kick a ball in his direction.

Notice anything strange?

Yeah. You managing to kick a ball without falling over.

Watch again.

He instinctively kicks the ball back with his right foot.

Now why would a player who is so naturally left-footed

-do such a thing?

-Maybe he's just good with both feet?

Or maybe there's more to it.

Take a look at his face.

Any distinguishing marks?

He's got a mole on his cheek.

Correct. A very distinctive mole on his right cheek.

Now, here he is only a few hours ago.

Notice anything different?

-There's no mole.

-Precisely.

Which means there can only be one possible conclusion!

He's had it removed?

No. It's not the same boy.

-What?

-This is Leo Hill.

The boy officially named on the team sheet for the semifinal.

Now meet Henry Hill.

His older brother.

-From year eight.

-Year eight?

Thank you, Hugo.

When Hugo presented me with his evidence,

I immediately rang Westfield High,

and eventually their head of PE was forced to admit that he played

the older brother at the very last minute due to illness.

-So they cheated?

-The simple answer to that is yes.

CHILDREN SHOUT

Calm down. Let Mr Hansard finish.

As a result of their illegal selection,

the previous game is null and void

and a new game has been rescheduled for Saturday morning!

-CHILDREN:

-Yeah!

So we've got another chance at getting into the final?

-Yes! Get in!

-CHILDREN:

-Yeah!

And I think you ought to show Hugo your appreciation, don't you?

ALL: Boggy, Boggy, Boggy!

CHANTING CONTINUES

Miss Savage.

I know why Jack Marshall wasn't at the announcement.

Oh?

-Yeah, she bunked off.

-Jack?

-No way!

-Harry and some of the boys told me.

Well, I find that very hard to believe.

Yes, well. Maybe you're right, cos...

I mean, obviously I'd have no choice but to drop her from the replay.

Cos I know you'd hate me to treat her differently

just cos she's a girl.

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

What happened? Did you see him?

Jacqueline Marshall!

My office, now.

What were you thinking?

I just wanted to say goodbye.

Do you realise how serious this is?

Anything could have happened to you!

Look at me!

We will be discussing this again in detention, and I'm calling your dad.

I think he'll be just as disappointed as I am.

It won't ever happen again, miss. I promise.

Did you see him?

I was too late.

-In my humble opinion...

-Oh, look.

I appreciate everything you've done,

but just leave the tactics and formation to me, OK?

It wasn't your formation that was at fault.

It was the fact that you didn't

utilise the right players in the right areas.

If you'd started with Jack instead of Michel,

it would've been a whole different story.

Marshall? Are you having a laugh?

-But...

-But nothing.

She'll be lucky to make it into the squad at all.

See you later, Boggy!

-What happened?

-Just got my first ever detention.

Welcome to my world.

-Michel has gone back to France.

-I know.

-How?

-You mean apart from Indira blabbing to the whole school?

He came for you, though.

-What?

-He made his driver stop off on the way to the airport,

but you weren't here.

He asked me to give you this.

He said he hopes it brings you better luck than it ever did him.

-What else did he say?

-He said he envies me

for having such a true friend.

Can't argue with that.

I'm sorry if you've been feeling left out lately.

Forget it. Anyway, we've got more important things to think about.

Like the replay, for starters.

Replay? What replay?

Savage didn't tell you?

No way!

I've spoken to Jack Marshall.

It was just a moment of madness.

She heard that Michel was leaving and she wanted to say goodbye.

-And you think that justifies her actions?

-No, I don't,

but I think she has learnt her lesson.

Please don't drop her.

Oh, come on!

Don't tell me you didn't do anything daft when you had your first crush.

Can't fool me, Mr Hansard, I know there's a heart in there somewhere.

The reason why we lost the last game...

..was lack of team spirit.

Marshall.

I'm sure you don't need me to tell you, you let yourself down.

You let your team-mates down.

I'm going to give you another chance. In goal!

Don't make me regret it!

I won't, sir. I promise!

All right.

Del Boy, I need you to play behind Simmons, midfield.

Pierce, you're up front.

Jamie...

I need you to bombard their box, OK?

With Pierce's height, you can cause them a world of problems,

so let's USE it.

All right! Come on, team!

Let's go GET it!

You left these behind last time.

Cheers.

Come on, Kingsmount!

Come on, Jamie!

-You know, I've got a feeling...

-Oh, don't even say it!

The exact opposite is bound to happen.

What I was GOING to say is I've got

a feeling that Kingsmount are going to get hammered today.

I'm sure he'll settle for that, coming from you.

-Come on!

-Come on, everyone! Time to show them what we're really made of!

HEARTBEAT THUDS

Come on, Kingsmount!

Nice play, Dillon.

Come on!

Never mind, never mind. Nice work, nice work.

Come on!

Hold the line!

Look at the freedom it's allowing Jamie!

Oh!

Oh, come on!

Teaaam Kingsmount!

-Come on!

-Come on, Kingsmount!

Give it to Jamie!

-ALL:

-Yeah!

Yeah!

Kingsmount! Kingsmount! Kingsmount!

MR HANSARD: That was great teamwork.

Now you're going to have to defend as a team.

All you have to do is hang onto our lead.

Let's make sure we stay one up.

This will be the toughest half of football you will ever play.

Dillon, stay close to him!

That's it, keep the shape.

Good save, Jack. Good save. Get it out!

Come on! Come on, Kingsmount!

Don't let up!

And again! Get it out!

Come on.

-Get it out!

-Come on, ref, blow the whistle.

Go long!

FINAL WHISTLE PEEPS

Yeah! Come on!

Yeah!

Yes! Get in!

CHEERING

WHISTLING

Well, looks like justice has finally been restored.

Take that thing off. You look ridiculous.

Who's a sore loser now?

-We did it! We did it!

-Yeah!

Well done, everyone! That's what I call teamwork.

Now we've just got the matter of the final to win.

-Yes!

-Yeah.

Well played.

Didn't think you bothered with football outside of the academy.

I came to watch you. Hoped you'd win.

-Yeah, yeah, whatever.

-No, really.

It means you'll play against us in the final,

and that means we'll DEFINITELY win the cup.

I wouldn't be so sure if I was you.

Oh, I'm sure, cos you're going to throw the final.

-What?

-You're going to make sure Kingsmount lose...

unless you prefer to get kicked out the academy?

'There we have it. The nobody. A sad and tragic creature.'

Now remind me, what's Hawkstone's policy on internet bullying again?

Oh, yeah. Zero tolerance.

One strike and you'll be out.

They see this and you'll be history.

Now, what's it to be?

-ALL:

-Kingsmount! Kingsmount! Kingsmount!

Bull Lake Grammar. They're a slick outfit.

Their main threat is this man.

Jethro Stevenson. Star man at Hawkstone Academy.

Oh, St George's Park. Can't believe we're really playing here.

If you can't play football here, you might as well give up.

You're going to make sure Kingsmount lose, or you know what'll happen.

JAMIE: It's now or never. For all of us.

The only thing that matters

is that we bring the trophy home to Kingsmount

where it belongs.

Stevenson... bamboozles Dillon Simmons.

They're like strangers out here.

What's wrong with him?

He's just having a bad game.

Come on! Get your head in the game!

Glad you got the message.

-Who are we?

-TEAM: Kingsmount!

-WHO ARE WE?!

-TEAM: KINGSMOUNT!

Let's go show them!