"Nurse." "What time is it?" "It's 4:00 in the morning." "Four o'clock?" "Jesus." "Try and sleep." "Listen, I'm really sorry about all the fuss." "I'm really sorry, yeah." "I don't know what got into me, nurse." "Eric, nobody's been hurt." "You're not hurt." "Everything's all right." "Listen, I got an early shift." "Can you get me clothes for me, please, nurse?" "You won't be going anywhere." "Eric, it's all right." "Can you get me clothes, please?" "Try and relax." "Just lie down." "I can't be late for work, nurse." "It's okay." "I can't be late." "It's all right." "I can't be late for work, nurse." "It's okay." "Can you get me clothes, please?" "You get to sleep." "You get to sleep." "I can't be late." "I can't be late." "It's okay." "Oh, Lily, I'm so sorry." "Oh, God, Lily, I'm so sorry." "You take it easy." "All right, Eric?" "God, what have you been up to, you dipstick?" "Ah, I know, I know." "You give us a right scare, you know?" "Something let go." "Did you get any broken bones or owt?" "No, no, no, no, no." "Has he been giving you any trouble?" "I haven't." "Have I?" "No, model patient." "Been fine." "Can be a bit of a bugger him, you know." "Guinness Book of Records, eh?" "You what?" "Three thousand times round the same roundabout." "It's a career change, isn't it?" "From postman to astronaut." "I was daydreaming." "You went round the wrong fucking way." "You're lucky somebody wasn't killed." "Don't." "Don't." "A good night's kip and I'll be as fit as a butcher's dog." "Where's me car?" "It's like you." "It's fucked." "What about the police?" "I've had a word with them." "They've gotta make a report, but I don't think they're gonna take it any further due to your psychological condition." "Eric, if there's anything you need, anything at all, give me a shout, d'you hear?" "Any time." "Day or night." "All right?" "Aye." "Cheers, mate." "Thanks." "All right." "We've just dropped the gear off." "The van'll be here in about an hour." "Can you let Ryan know, please?" "Cheers, mate." "Listen, I told you no more of your shit here." "It's only gonna be for a few hours, mate." "What's the problem?" "How the fuck have you got in anyway?" "Fucking hell." "Fuck's sake." "Hey, did you give those two pricks a key?" "What?" "Those two jokers who just walked out." "Did you give them a key?" "What you on about?" "What have I told you about giving the key to people?" "You hear me?" "Yeah." "Who are you?" "Oh, I just live here, love." "Oh, are you Ryan's stepdad?" "Yeah." "Oh." "I want that shit downstairs moving as soon as possible." "And I won't tell you again, right?" "Right." "No need to shout." "Jess?" "For God's sake, Jess." "It's nearly two o'clock, for Christ's sakes." "Get up for school." "You're late." "It's the middle of the afternoon." "So what, man?" "Will you get up for school?" "Oh, just leave me alone." "I'm trying to sleep." "Will you get up, Jess?" "Obviously, I'm not going to school if I'm in bed, am I?" "God, leave me alone." "Right, well, I'll just clear up for you, shall I?" "Eh?" "I'll just..." "Oi, knobhead." "Who the fucking hell are you?" "Look, Jess, will you sort this out?" "It's not a bleeding doss-house." "Trying to get me head down." "I'm just sick of it, I am." "What the..." "Who the fuck are you, you prick?" "Pardon me?" "Who the fuck are you?" "Who the fuck am I?" "I'll tell you who the fuck I am." "I'm fucking room service!" "Do you wish to register a fucking complaint?" "Look at my room, man!" "Look, just go away." "Move!" "Fuck off." "I'm trying to sleep." "Piss off, man." "Look at my room." "Look at my room!" "Fucking sick of it!" "Fucking get it sorted." "I'm up to here with it!" "What the hell?" "Hello." "We're not available now." "Please leave your name and phone number after the beep." "We will return your call." "Dad, it's me again." "Where the hell are ya?" "Will you phone me, please?" "God, is your mobile working or what?" "D'you know I'm missing two classes now?" "I've gotta rush back and pick up Daisy myself." "You've really let me down, Dad." "I am so pissed off." "Will you just ring me and let me know that you're okay?" "Have you ever had a shrink, Eric?" "You know what he asked me?" "When's the last time you was happy?" "Today, at Old Trafford, it's the return of Eric Cantona, the most talented, temperamental and talked about footballer in Britain." "Cantona takes control." "Makes good ground." "Looking for the shooting opportunity and finds it!" "Eric Cantona again for Manchester United." "Crosses it towards Cantona." "Kanchelskis." "It's a great ball." "Cantona takes it in his stride and fires Manchester United into the lead." "Drink a drink a drink" "To the king, the king, the king" "For he's the leader of our football team" "He's the greatest centre forward" "That the world has ever seen" "Cantona." "It's still Cantona." "There's one back." "Cantona for Manchester United." "Oh, but he's won it back." "Giggs." "Here's Cantona." "Yes!" "Eric Cantona with the goal for Manchester United." "Look at the state of him." "He's got no rhythm." "He's stuck." "He's..." "He's like a wonky wheel, he can't get going." "I know, it's hard to believe, isn't it?" "A few years ago he was on the dance floor." "He was a brilliant dancer." "Look at the state of him." "I'm not being funny, but how long is it since Chrissie bailed out?" "Seven years." "And then he gets lumbered with the two stepsons." "How's that work?" "Hello, boys." "All right?" "What you got there?" "Shame, isn't it?" "Oh, don't worry, this'll sort him out." "What is it?" "Dog's bollocks this." "What is this?" "Take it from me." "Now what you got?" "You been raiding the self-help section again?" "You wanna be banned from bookshops." "If you can open up your tiny minds for just a little minute, you might learn something." "What Eric needs is laughter." "It's got it in there." "According to him, laughter is the best medicine." "If you can make him laugh, laughter, no matter whether it's forced or artificial, it makes you feel good." "Apparently it lifts your spirits, it produces endorphins, and all your body feels good." "If I was in Eric's shoes, I'd rather have a good fuck," "I'll be honest with you." "Is that you volunteering?" "No." "I'm volunteering Jack." "Listen, what we're gonna do is try and make Eric laugh." "Okay." "One at a time." "All go down there." "Tell him a joke, do a dance, do what you like, just make him fucking laugh." "Try and cheer the lad up, all right?" "Do the best you can." "All right, Eric?" "All right, Spleen?" "Did you, did you hear about the..." "Oh, dear." "Need to do better than that, Spleen." "Hey, Eric." "You all right?" "All right, Smug." "Hey, two monkeys in a bath, right." "Right." "One monkey turns to the other monkey and goes..." "Like that, right?" "Right?" "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "The other monkey turns to the other one and goes" ""Put some cold water in, you daft cunt."" "Fucking hell." "Oh, fuck off." "That's not bad." "It's better than Spleen's anyway, weren't it?" "Yeah, whatever." "Hi, Eric." "All right." "Hey, you're good at crosswords, aren't you?" "Yeah, yeah, aye." "Yeah." "Heavily laden postman." "How many letters?" "A fucking big bagful." "Yeah, yeah." "Stand in front of your imaginary mirror." "Yeah." "Stand in front of your imaginary mirror." "Think of someone who loves you and imagine viewing yourself through their eyes." "Yeah?" "Don't fuck about." "Come on." "It's easy this, isn't it?" "Have you had to have met them?" "Do you have to have met the person?" "Well, you..." "You must have met them if they love you." "Come on." "Is there any way we can prep" "to get into it?" "You can fucking shut up for a start!" "I'm here." "I'm in front of me mirror." "Stand in front of a fucking imaginary mirror." "Right?" "I am." "Think of someone who..." "This might be hard for you." "Think of someone who loves you." "And imagine viewing yourself through their eyes." "It's fucking dead easy." "Smug loves him." "No, come on, do it now." "No, come on." "It's all right." "Then gently press the thumb of each hand against the biggest finger..." "Of your own hand or someone else's?" "Not like that, is it?" "No, your hand." "The same hand?" "It's like that." "Have to sit down for this bit." "Keep at it, keep at it, keep at it." "Right." "Now, with your eyes closed, breathe in slowly." "What's best?" "In through the nose and out through the mouth or in through the mouth and out through the nose?" "Just breathe." "Breathe through your arse if you like." "Just breathe." "I get dizzy if I breathe too much." "Shut up." "Keep your eyes closed, breathe slowly and relax." "Allow yourself to see yourself through the eyes of someone who loves you, totally loves you." "Someone who loves you without any condition, right?" "You are totally loved." "And you're breathing." "And you're holding your finger and your thumb." "Are we there?" "Yeah." "We're all there?" "Is this supposed to relax us?" "Yes." "This better not be some kind of weirdo cult thing." "Oh, can't you shut up for a minute?" "Weirdo cult thing?" "I'm not taking me pants off." "Shut up!" "Fucking concentrate!" "Will you?" "Just calm down, just fucking..." "Well, it's him!" "You fucking..." "Like Derek Acorah." "I'm trying to talk to the unconscious mind, not the fucking brain-dead." "Right." "You're breathing, your fingers, your thumbs together." "There's someone who likes you, you're looking through their eyes at yourself." "Now I've took you over to the Possibility Generator." "Now I want you to think of someone who you like, someone whose confidence and charisma you wish to emulate." "Right?" "Okay." "Have you got that person in your mind?" "Yes." "Someone you think the world of." "Charisma, confidence and you want to emulate them." "But you don't have to know these ones?" "Oh, shut up." "I'm just checking." "Smug, who have you thought of?" "Sammy Davis." "Sammy Davis, Jr." "'Cause, like, for his confidence." "Smug is looking through the eyes of Sammy Davis, Jr." "Well, he's looking through one of them." "Sammy Davis, Jr." "Spleen?" "Fidel Castro." "Okay." "Fidel Castro." "Jack?" "Nelson Mandela." "Good choice." "Nice one." "Nelson Mandela." "Travis?" "Gandhi." "Good one." "Nice one." "Eric?" "Eric Cantona." "King Eric." "Of course." "Best footballer ever lived." "Good man." "Good man." "Good call, good call." "I'll tell you what" "What about you, Meatballs?" "Me?" "Old Blue Eyes." "Mr Frank Sinatra." "I'm gonna emulate Frank Sinatra." "Hey, we could do a duet." "Right, what a room we've got here." "What a fantastic room." "Sammy Davis, Jr," "Fidel Castro, Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, Eric Cantona and Old Blue Eyes himself, Mr Frank Sinatra." "Eh?" "What a year that was." "You got hold of Winnie, now?" "I need to see Winnie." "Winnie." "Here you are, come on, finish off over here, Meatballs." "Eric, what's this, mate?" "Fucking, my letters." "Do you mind?" "Have you not opened them?" "Are they yours, Eric?" "What is he looking at me letters for?" "Can you put them down, please?" "Come and sit down." "Let's carry on with this exercise." "Jack, what are you doing, for fuck's sake?" "Are they yours?" "Have you not opened them?" "They might be bills." "Oh, for crying out bleeding loud." "Eric." "What's this, Eric?" "Eric, what's going on, mate?" "Oh, for crying out loud." "Fucking hell, man." "Spleen, get on the phone and tell the lads." "We're gonna have to deliver these tomorrow." "Flawed genius, eh?" "Flawed postman." "How's your self care, Eric?" "Have you ever thought about killing yourself?" "Who loves you, Eric?" "Takes care of you?" "You know what knocked me for six?" "And I didn't fucking see this coming." ""Have you ever done anything that you're ashamed of?"" "Well, have you?" "Fucking hell." "What the fuck?" "Is that really you?" "Yeah." "Say something in French then." "Fucking hell, it is you." "What the fuck, man?" "Wait till the fucking lads hear about this." "They still fucking love ya." "It's Lily, n'est-ce pas?" "I can't say her name." "I don't like to talk about her, Eric." "Say it." "I can't." "You have to face this." "Right?" "I can't." "Yes, you can." "Lily." "Fuck." "It's always fucking Lily." "Open the trunk." "No, I can't." "You what?" "Without danger, we cannot get beyond danger." "Come on." "God." "Oh, Jesus Christ." "God." "Here y'are, look at that." ""Manchester duo win '50s dance competition."" "19th of July, 1979." "Thirty years ago." "Used to love dancing." "Rock 'n' roll." "You know, putting all the gear on and doing the hair." "That's a picture from the night we won the contest." "A great night." "Ah, yes." "What a pair of blue suede shoes." "Yeah, blue suede shoes." "Hey, they got sent from America." "Cost me a week's wages they did." "I wonder what happened to them." "You know, sometimes the beautiful memories... ..are the most toughest of them all." "C'est la vie." "Yeah." "They're the hardest to deal with." "C'est la vie." "Yeah." "It was a daft idea, really." "The compere, he pulled out these tickets at random from these boxes, one for the girls and one for the boys." "And you met for the first time on the dance floor." "Anyway, he goes "Number 19." "Eric, where are ya?"" "...Eric Bishop." "I got up on the dance floor, like, bit nervous." ""And for the ladies, "" "Number one." "Lily Devine." "Then I turned round, like, she just sort of floated out, absolutely fucking gorgeous." "She looked a little bit shy, like." "But you could sense there was a bit of mischief in there." "What a dancer." "I couldn't believe it." "She left me standing." "I was like, "Oh, what's going on here?"" "But the second one, second number was, It's Late by Ricky Nelson." "I was ready for her then." "And the band start playing." "And I'll tell you what," "I was chucking her about and flipping her and tossing her everywhere." "She just kept coming back faster than ever." "It was like she fucking trusted me, you know what I mean?" "I don't know." "I don't know if it was, like, the dancing or whatever that just brought us closer together, but..." "It was just like one of those magic nights that you know you're never gonna have again." "Sometimes we didn't do anything, we just sat there and just held each other's eyes." "I've never done that with anyone else, except Lily Devine." "And 30 years later, you can't even face her." "Incroyable, non?" "Well, a lot of mistakes have been made." "A lot of water under the bridge." "Can you imagine being asked by your daughter to meet your ex-wife on a daily basis, when you've hardly seen her for three decades?" "Well, I'm just a few weeks off graduation and I'm..." "I'm struggling." "I am way behind with my dissertation." "And if..." "lf I don't finish it, I can't graduate." "Right." "And it's been difficult with Daisy." "So I was just wondering, when you pick her up from nursery, instead of bringing her back to mine at 5:00, like you normally do, can you keep her for just one more hour till 6:00?" "Yeah, course I can." "No problem, Daisy, eh?" "Brilliant." "That means I can study in the library till 10:00." "Oh, don't worry about it." "Ah, what's that?" "You're no problem to your granddad." "Here you are, Dad." "Are you, eh?" "Come here, chicken." "Ah, chicken." "Hello." "What's the matter?" "Eh?" "Let's get your bottle for ya." "Oh, come here." "Hey, look at that." "Are you hungry?" "Look at the sunshine, eh." "Oh, cheers, Dad." "She ready for this?" "Here you go." "So where do you want us to drop her then?" "At Mum's." "Oh, for God's sake, Sam." "I've hardly seen your mother for years." "Most of your life, for Christ's sake." "Don't ask me to do that, love." "Dad." "I can't, not now, it's just..." "You've both moved on." "It doesn't make sense any more." "I spoke to Mam and she don't mind." "Well, what did she say?" "Well, it's practical, by far the easiest." "What did she say?" "She said it might be good to see you again, catch up." "Just tell me exactly what she said, Sam." "She said it doesn't really matter anymore." "Well, you asked, Dad." "Five words." ""It doesn't really matter anymore."" "That's what she said." "Now that is worse than hatred." "Oui." "Much worse." "Oh, well, thanks a lot." "And then when I saw her..." "She'd really taken care of herself." "Her hair, the way she stood, everything." "Fuck." "Brought it all back?" "You, Lily and baby Sam?" "Oh, God, yeah." "Like it was yesterday." "Nearly 30 years." "I'm fucked." "Oui." "Right with you, mon ami." "So I suggest a jump off the nearest block of flats." "Oh, it's all right for you." "Flawed genius bastard." "Playing beach football." "VIP." "Celebrity pals." "You've even got a fucking French accent." "Eh, look at me." "Scrawny little fuck." "You've got it all, mate." "All of it." "You think my friends are better than yours?" "It's all just slipping through me fingers." "The lads look through me." "And I can't even trust meself." "I feel like..." "I feel like I'm floating and I'm looking down on meself, wandering round like a scabby old fucking dog." "What?" "What?" "He that forecasts all perils will never sail the seas." "He that is afraid to shake the dice will never throw a six." "If you do not enter a tiger's den, you cannot get his cubs." "Oh, stick your proverbs up your fucking arse." "How do you say that in French?" "Huh?" "That's not very nice." "I'm fucking up to here with your philosophy." "I'm still getting over the fucking seagulls one, for Christ's sakes." "Always got more choices than we think." "Always." "Yeah, like what?" "A shave." "Oh, I can't face her." "Right?" "Yes, you can." "Right?" "Eric." "Chrissie." "No." "Lily." "Your first wife." "Yeah." "Sorry, just a bit nervous." "She fed about half-hour ago." "There's fruit purée in the Tupperware." "The nappies are underneath." "Amazing." "Oh, and the bibs are underneath." "And there's a bottle of water in case she needs it." "Fantastic." "Are you okay, Eric?" "Yeah, fine." "Fine." "I'm sorry about the other day." "It's just that I had a bit of a dizzy spell." "Hadn't slept right." "But, yeah, I'm fine, fine." "Fighting fit." "Good." "So are you okay for dropping her at my place later" "or would you rather meet back here?" "Whatever's easiest." "It's only six weeks, isn't it?" "Yeah." "Oh, I..." "Yeah." "I didn't mean it like that." "I just..." "Fancy a cup of tea, Lily?" "Why?" "Look, Eric, let's just try and get through this the best we can for Sam." "Yeah." "I'll see you later, Eric." "Okay." "See you." "Bye-bye, gorgeous." "Hello." "Ryan, can I have a word, please?" "It's one of them." "Ryan, what the fuck is that out there?" "Just a rough guess, but it looks like a cement mixer." "Yeah, I can see it's a cement mixer, Ryan." "What the fuck is it doing there?" "It's just chilling there for a bit." "What else do you think it is, a fucking go-kart?" "Just having a Bud." "You've nicked it, haven't ya?" "Eh?" "Who's nicked it?" "I haven't nicked it." "You've nicked it." "I haven't nicked it." "Where's it come from?" "You've nicked it." "Right, well, I'll get it sorted." "Just chill out." "Yeah, well, get it shifted now, please, will ya?" "Look, I'll do it when I can." "Eh?" "Here you are." "Hang on a minute." "Where you going?" "Going to the match." "Yeah." "Coming, Eric?" "You got everything?" "Where you going?" "The match?" "Man U versus Barcelona." "Watch the shopping, will you?" "Eric, next time I'll try and get you a ticket." "Zac's a main player." "He's got probably one of the best boxes in the stadium." "Come on, lad, stop fucking about." "Champagne, the works." "You'd love it." "Oi, come on." "We've gotta go." "Come on." "Where are you going with that?" "Get rid of it." "What the fuck?" "Oh, fucking hell!" "Oh, shit!" "Fucking work coat!" "Bastard!" "Oh, for fuck's sake!" "Fucking hell!" "Fuck, fuck, fucking hell!" "Jack Bishop." "Ironmonger." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Your father." "Were you close?" "Well, he sat on me by mistake once." "She sent me this a week after I left her." ""I can't love you any more than this." ""Lily."" "I never ever answered her." "And the longer I left it, the worse it was." "And then there was just no going back." "So tell her the truth." "What can you say to someone who's just laid their heart out on a plate?" "It's just like there." "Let's have a look at that." "You know what, fuck it." "Fuck it." "There's just no way I'm gonna get through this." "I can't meet her every day." "I'll just end up back at that fucking roundabout going round." "You must speak to her." "I can't." "You can't." "So write to her." "I haven't got any words." "And..." "Fuck." "Eric?" "Oh, no." "Eric!" "No." "Come on, we're going for a pint." "Come on." "Go on, Eric." "You are a lucky man." "Come on!" "Go." "Come on, mate ..." "Come on, Eric, shake yourself." "All right, all right." "I'm coming!" "Stop banging!" "I'm on me way down now!" "Fucking hell." "Don't forget your wallet." "All right." "Hey up, hey up." "What's the shirt, mate?" "FC United, mate." "People's club." "Wouldn't wipe my arse on that, pal." "Oh, yeah?" "Sit down, Spleen." "You're gonna have a heart attack," "for God's sake." "Fucking give us that pint." "Listen, pal." "You run off and left us." "They left me." "Who left you?" "United?" "The most famous team in history." "We got over 300 million fans." "And we left you?" "Yes." "I told you this before, right?" "A bloke once said," ""Leave your..." "You can change your wife," ""change your politics, change your religion." ""But never, never can you change your favourite football team."" "Yeah, all right, we may be small." "We may be small." "But you know what?" "There's no fat bastard chairman can sell us out for 30 pieces of silver." "No, 'cause the fat bastard's sat there." "Our club." "And I'll tell you what, that's what they said about United." "1878, weren't it, eh?" "Yes." "Newton Heath they were called." "Lowly railway men." "Eh?" "What about that?" "You're pissing on your own history, you know that?" "No, it's still there." "Still there." "It's all in the heart." "It's still there." "We'll never die, pal, us." "Yeah." "He never fucking goes, Judge, anyway." "What you talking about?" "Yeah, but I've told him, there's no secret in the fact." "I can't afford it." "I can't afford to take the kids." "Exactly." "That's the point, innit, you daft git." "Car parks don't lie!" "They don't." "You have a look." "Have a look now." "What kind of car parks in there on a match day?" "Not the kind of cars we can afford." "How many postmen you know" "go to the game?" "Yeah." "We're going on bikes with fucking baskets on the front." "Won't pay Glazer Or work for Sky" "Still sing "City's gonna die"" "Two Uniteds but the soul is one" "As the Busby Babes carry on" "Carry on" "Oh, matron." "Hypocrites, you are." "You what?" "Walking adverts." "Look at you." "Just sponsors' names on your chests." "We don't have sponsors on our chest." "We're like Barcelona." "What?" "Spanish." "Who would sponsor you?" "You're sat there on a Tuesday night." "Tuesday night." "You're the fuckers who put 50, 60 million quid in Edwards' pocket." "Yeah." "Filling Murdoch's fucking pockets." "What the fuck are you doing here?" "You fucking don't know what you're doing." "You make me sick." "Sit down and shut the fuck up." "I'm going." "I'm going!" "Fuck off!" "The game's just starting, you fucking knob." "Come on, Meatballs." "Cheerio, cheerio, cheerio." "Where are you going, to walk your dog?" "Fucking brilliant, innit?" "Different class, that." "Hey, here are, here are, here are." "Let's get him at it here." "Here are." "Goal!" "Who scored?" "Who scored?" "Who scored?" "Fucking twats." "How many times I told you about fucking about with shit?" "I'm not fucking about." "We're fucking trying to do some serious work." "You're not fucking about?" "You're not fucking about?" "No." "I'm not fucking about." "D'you hear me?" "I'm not fucking about." "Does this look like I'm fucking about?" "No." "No?" "Get that shit out your fucking garden." "Don't look at me." "Just get in the fucking house, you little prick." "You all right?" "Remember we used to be able to talk about anything?" "Bit late for that now." "What does he want from ya?" "Who?" "Your mate in the car." "Nothing." "Good." "Good to me." "Yeah." "So good he gives you a smack, eh?" "Is that what friends do these days?" "You don't even know him." "It's sorted." "Yeah." "I used to have a laugh with my friends." "I have a laugh with them." "Look, Ryan, I wanna help, mate." "You can't go on like this." "What are you gonna do, Eric?" "Brownie, mate..." "Yeah..." "Is it?" "Right, come on, lads." "It's getting late now." "I think it's time your mates went home, Jess." "I think it is, you know." "Who is this, then?" "Jess, come on," "I've got work tomorrow and you've got school." "Let's wrap it up, eh." "Five more minutes and that's it, yeah?" "Five more minutes, I mean it." "Fucking hell." "You must say no." "No." "Come on, say it." "No." "In French." "Non." "Non." "Like you mean it." "Non!" "Non." "More, more, more." "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "From your balls." "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Non!" "Dad?" "Are you all right?" "Non." "Remember Nottingham Forest?" "No." "Oh, come on." "Giggs takes the corner." "He bangs it over." "You're there waiting." "Bang, in it goes." "No, no." "Oh, Man City." "Hughes down the right wing to Kanchelskis." "Kanchelskis chips it over." "You're there waiting." "Bang, casual as you like." "Straight in." "No." "Arsenal." "Beckham crosses it over." "Their defender comes out, heads it away." "You see it coming." "Take a step and half back to accommodate the bounce." "Bang, on the half volley." "Straight in." "Seaman didn't know what hit him." "Come on." "Not that one." "Oh, God, give me strength." "Morning, Eric." "Morning, love." "Are the lifts working?" "No." "Knackered again, I'm afraid." "Third time this week." "Must have been amazing though." "Sixty thousand people watching ya." "Cheering." "Chanting your name." "Scary, yeah." "You, scared?" "Yeah." "Never." "Scared it might stop." "I loved to surprise the crowd, you know?" "Every time, in every game, I tried to offer them a gift." "Sometimes it didn't work, but then when it did..." "In our minds forever." "Yeah." "But I had to surprise myself first." "Take a risk." "You know, it depends on the limits you set yourself." "Play safe, no risk." "You know?" "Remember Sunderland?" "Ah, that was a beauty." "Magnifique." "It was like a ballet." "A dance." "Kept me going for months that goal." "...squeezed past a couple of defenders." "McClair." "Here's Cantona." "He's done it." "That is magnificent by Cantona." "It just sort of fills you up so much that you just forget the rest of the shit in your life just for a few hours." "I miss the games, me." "Only place where you can go where you can let rip without getting arrested." "Shout, scream, laugh." "Yeah." "Even cry." "Yeah." "And see Englishmen kiss." "I mean, where else can you sing at the top of your voice with all your mates?" "That's what I really miss." "It's gotta be a good 10 years now since I last went to a game." "All right." "Sweetest moment ever?" "It wasn't a goal." "It's gotta be a goal, Eric." "No." "Come on." "Last minute." "FA Cup Final against Liverpool." "Beckham takes a corner." "The goalie runs out." "He punches it away." "It hits your chest." "Hits the floor on its way up." "Bang, you just whack it right in the net." "No." "Wimbledon." "It's gotta be Wimbledon." "You're going towards the ball." "The ball's coming in." "You're sussing out the trajectory of it, the angle of it." "The spin on it." "The way the wind's blowing." "The speed of the wind." "Everything." "You stick your right foot out." "You stop it in mid-flight." "It bounces up about a foot off your leg." "You come back, you whack it in." "The most perfect volley in the world." "In it goes." "It's a goal." "It's gotta be a goal, Eric." "It was a pass." "A pass?" "Yeah." "My God." "To Irwin against Spurs." "Yes!" "Beautiful." "I know how clever he was." "Left, right-footed." "Came in a flash." "I just flicked it with the outside of my boot." "Surprised everyone." "He took it in his stride and my heart soared." "A gift." "Yeah, like an offering to the Great God of Football." "What if he'd have missed?" "You have to trust your teammates." "Always." "If not, we are lost." "It must have been tough on you when you got banned." "Nine months?" "The bastards." "That twat got what he deserved." "I had to work hard, you know?" "Dig deep inside." "I needed something to fill me up when I was on my own." "Something to aim for, you know?" "It's funny, innit?" "Sometimes we forget that you're just a man." "I'm not a man." "I am Cantona." "So what did you do to keep yourself going?" "I learn the trumpet." "A trumpet?" "Yeah." "You're taking the piss now, Eric." "No." "True." "Listen." "What?" "Hi, Eric." "I'm sorry about this." "I'm sorry to just call on you like this, but your mobile's switched off." "Me mum's had a bit of a fall and I'm gonna have to whip her up to A and E." "Can you take Daisy for a couple of hours?" "Just for a couple of hours" "while I get her up there." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Of course." "Can you grab the pram?" "Can I come in?" "Yeah, sorry, yeah." "Come in, come in." "I wasn't thinking." "Cheers." "I'm just making tea." "Come straight through to the kitchen." "I've not tidied up in there yet, Lily." "Just come straight through." "So, butler on holiday, Eric?" "Or have you sacked him?" "Well, you know how it is with two teenage lads." "Oh, my God." "I'll make a start on it anyway." "Hey, hello, baby." "Hello." "Sam's gonna have to find somebody else." "Lily." "Sorry." "Sorry." "Lily, don't run off like this." "Lily." "Lily, wait." "Jess?" "Jess!" "What, man?" "Come here." "Where's your bike?" "It's in the backyard." "Right, listen." "Look after Daisy for me for a while, right?" "What do you mean?" "Just look after her." "Dad, I can't look after a baby." "Yeah, well, learn." "Dad, I don't know how to." "What do I do?" "She's crying, Dad." "Dad!" "How's your mum?" "My brother took her to hospital." "She's fine." "She's just badly bruised." "Look..." "I just thought I..." "I thought I'd better explain, really." "Explain?" "Yeah." "Explain?" "I was just 21, Eric." "I had your baby." "I loved you to absolute pieces." "You walked out on me." "Never come back." "And you left me to raise a child on my own." "Do you want me to explain how I cried myself to sleep every night?" "How I fell apart." "And I had to rebuild my life." "Just go, Eric Bishop." "Because I don't care." "She hates you." "Right?" "Now we are going somewhere." "Well, we're going nowhere." "I mean, she's right, I've totally flipped." "We're both fucking grandparents." "What?" "Look, I'm getting a bit fed up with all this bullshit, right." "Okay." "I don't translate." "Oh, that's fine with me." "Oh, fuck it." "What does it mean?" "Oh, come on, tell us." "No." "Oh, look." "You can't just say it and then just forget about it like that." "I will not be a burden." "Oh, you're not a burden, mate, you know that." "You're welcome here any time." "There's no way you're a burden." "Just tell us what it means." "The noblest vengeance is to forgive." "She might forgive me?" "Shit." "It's Lily." ""Meet me in the pub." "You know which one." "Now."" "Fucking hell." "I told you." "Hi, Lily." "Would you like a drink?" "I'll just have half a cider, please." "Okay." "Can I have, half a cider, please?" "Yeah, sure." "There you go." "Seems like yesterday." "I know." "It's hardly changed, has it?" "But we have." "I'm really scared about opening all this up, you know, Lily." "Just tell me, Eric." "I need to hear this." "Just tell me." "Okay." "The first time it happened was at Sam's christening party." "Remember?" "At first I thought it was just too hot, too smoky." "You know, too many people in the same room." "All that hand-shaking and back-slapping." ""What's your plans now, son?" "Different ball game now, son. "" "On and on and on they went, again and again." "Then the old man come over." "No back-slapping from him." "Just them hard little eyes and that clipped tongue of his." "And I saw you in the corner with Sam, you were feeding her." "I remember 'cause you blew me a kiss." "But for some reason, that made him mad." "And he sort of grabs me on the back of the neck like he used to do when I was a kid." "Shoving me backwards and forwards like a fucking game show host with a contestant." ""Fucking kisses?" "Let's see how long that lasts." ""You had the brains to go to college." ""Now we'll see what you're made of." ""You've made your bed now, son, you can lie on it. "" "Felt like me head was in a plastic bag or something." "Then he started prodding me with that stubby little fucking finger of his." "I felt like..." "I felt like I was floating off." "It was like I was coming out of me own body." "I was up there stuck on the fucking ceiling looking down at meself." "Eric Bishop with Jack Bishop, ironmonger, prodding me in slow motion." "Hey, where you going?" "It was a panic attack, Eric." "They're more common than you think." "I mean, we come across it more or less all the time at the clinic." "I didn't know what it was." "About half an hour later, when I'd calmed down, I came back." "I came in and I just put an act on." "And you know what?" "I've been doing that ever since." "Putting an act on." "But why couldn't you tell me?" "I just blanked it out." "Even from meself." "I was terrified." "I thought I was going fucking bats like me Uncle Michael." "Later on, I'd see you feeding Sam." "And I don't know, I can't explain it, but I just couldn't handle it." "I just couldn't handle it." "It freaked me out." "And then it got to the problem where I was scared of going home." "Scared of going back to me own gaff." "I just thought you'd gone cold." "No." "Regretted the baby." "No way." "I just wanted you to touch me, Eric." "I felt fat, ugly." "My clothes always stinking of milk." "No." "And I remember I had a right go at you, didn't I?" "Oh, God, yeah." "I didn't know I could scream like that." "Neither did I. Mind you, I don't blame ya." "Staying out, getting drunk." "Off with the lads all the time." "Excuses." "All the lies you told." "I know." "It's not so much the fact that I left you, which I did, I hold me hands up." "I just couldn't get back." "I just couldn't get back." "Are you all right, Daisy?" "Yes, you are." "Oh." "There you go." "And up again." "Spleen, all right, mate?" "How are you, mate?" "Are you coming?" "I can't." "I've got the baby, haven't I?" "Eric." "You all right, mate?" "Hey, Meatballs." "How's it going?" "How's it going?" "You all right, mate?" "Okay, yeah." "Hey, little Dolly." "Daisy." "Hey, what do you reckon, Eric?" "Hiya, Dolly." "Plenty of new blood, eh?" "Tell you what." "Going from strength to strength here." "We're on our way." "Bring her with us." "You coming or what?" "You can get on and bring kid." "Put her on the bus." "Hey." "Yeah, I'll come, I'll come one time, yeah." "No, I can't." "I've gotta meet Lily, haven't I?" "You're gonna meet who?" "Lily." "You're joking?" "No, I'm not." "I'm not." "When did this happen?" "Hang on, we're only..." "We only meet and have a chat when we swap over the granddaughter, Daisy." "You're a bit of a sly dog, aren't ya?" "Nowt to it, mate." "Jesus Christ, don't jump the gun here, what..." "Hey, get in there, mate." "Eric's meeting Lily" "Shut it!" "Shut up." "Eric's meeting Lily" "Shut it." "Shut up." "Take no notice of him." "Eric Bishop's meeting Lily" "Go on, get on your bus." "See ya, Dolly." "Daisy." "Eric's meeting Lily" "Here, listen have a good match." "Shut it, shut it." "You know what, Lily?" "I'll always be grateful that you never turned her against me, you know." "To be honest, it hurt that she had so much fun with you." "Just didn't seem fair somehow." "Well, you got all the crap, didn't you?" "Homework." "Complaints." "I just took her to see Cantona." "Yes and no." "You know something, I was so furious with you at first." "And then I got to thinking, "My God, what that man is missing."" "Jesus, is there something wrong with Daisy?" "No." "No, nothing." "She's sleeping like an angel." "Why?" "Why?" "Well, look at you together, you two." "This never happens." "Have you been talking?" "No, we've been sat here in silence, Sam." "I mean, God, what would me and your dad have to talk about?" "She ain't gonna bite you, Dad." "I know, I know." "I'm just shocked, that's all." "Yeah." "I was sat about six inches away from her." "I just wanted to put me arms round her and I couldn't." "When you have learned how to ride a bike, how to kick a ball, it's for all your life." "Not for me, mate." "I've lost it." "It's all gone." "Nobody forgets rock 'n' roll." "I haven't, you know, haven't touched anyone in years." "I mean, I just can't." "She touched me on the arm." "Fuck me, I just froze." "Anyway, enough of that bollocks." "Let's talk about football." "Tell us about Fergie at Old Trafford." "Is he..." "There is no such word as can't." "Let's dance." "Let's dance?" "I'm the girl." "Come on." "You're the girl?" "Whoa, fucking hang on a minute now, mate." "I think you've got the wrong end of the stick here." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, that's just a step too far now." "Right, that's it." "What the fuck?" "You know what?" "We're smoking too much of this shit, you know." "It's gonna have to stop." "Women." "She works part time so she can help her mum." "Help Sam." "She does baby massage." "Same at the old folks' home." "She just nourishes everything she touches." "Know what she told me?" ""You caused me to change, Eric." ""Everything I imagined crumbled." ""I never expected to be on me own. "" "Do you know what I do?" "What?" "No, I shouldn't be telling you this." "Well, you gotta tell me now, Lily." "Come on." "About once every three months," "I go on the net and I'll pick out a little bed and breakfast." "You know, by a river or maybe a nice walk." "Even by the sea sometimes or a little church." "And then I just up and I go." "Never the same place, so it's always a little adventure." "It sounds great." "Yeah." "Do you not get a bit lonely when you go to these places though?" "No." "Sometimes I take a lover." "Shocked?" "Well, I suppose it's inevitable really, innit?" "Probablement, some lean, shy, athletic foreign student fascinated by a mature woman with gentle hands." "Fucking hell, mate, I was hoping it was some bald bastard from Bolton." "Fucking hell." "No way." "These are yours." "Jesus Christ, I don't believe it." "Me blue suede shoes." "I had a bonfire in the back garden one night." "Went round the house and I gathered absolutely everything that belonged to you." "Come to throwing them on and, well, I just couldn't do it." "Thank God for that." "That was a good night." "You know what?" "It was the best night." "I like this woman." "I like this woman a lot." "She has big balls." "Big balls, Eric, you know?" "Yeah, well, one day she's gonna look me straight in the eye and not feel sorry for me." "That's all I want." "Personal trainer." "New regime." "Day one." "What?" "Come on." "I'll show you." "Front and side." "Yeah." "Front and side." "Open it." "Open yourself to the right." "And with a jump." "Okay?" "Jump, open." "Jog." "Right, jump and open." "Left, jump, open." "Good." "And again." "And again." "Good." "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?" "What's it look like I'm doing?" "I'm keeping fit, mate." "What?" "Youse two wanna try it sometime." "Are you all right?" "Part of me new regime." "I'm a changed man." "You're something." "You two, come over to my gaff tonight." "About seven o'clock." "And bring Meatballs with ya." "Still jogging?" "What's happening?" "All right, lad?" "Right, lads." "Come in." "What's the big news?" "What's the Bobby Moore?" "Right, I'm having a clear-out, right?" "There's far too much shit in this house for a start." "Not kidding, are you." "Too many TVs." "So we're having a clear-out of tellies." "Telly number one." "In here, lads." "Right, here we go." "Hello, ladies." "Whoa." "Aye aye, what's going on here?" "Fucking hell." "What you doing?" "Is that Maureen from the mini mart?" "Eric, get out." "Come on, what you doing?" "No, I've seen this." "It's called, Shaving Ryan's Privates." "Eh, Ryan?" "Eric, can you fuck off, please?" "We're just chillin'." "You can't tell your dad to fuck off." "You're smoking a spliff, you got beer on the go, you're watching a porn film." "Show him some respect." "Yeah, well what's it got to do with you?" "Get the telly out, lads." "That's enough." "Come on." "Right, come on, let's be having it." "You're not taking my telly." "That's my telly." "There's another one in the kitchen." "That's my telly." "I got that for you." "One in Jess's room." "Leave the one in mine, Spleen." "Don't even think about going in my room, Spleen." "Cheers, lads." "What you doing?" "Put that back!" "That's my telly!" "That's my telly." "You're not taking..." "I brought that for you." "Cheers, lads." "What you taking it for?" "Spleen's gonna get the one in the kitchen." "And there's one in Ryan's room and one in Jess's room." "Don't even think about going in my room." "Leave the one in my room, eh, lads." "Don't..." "Thanks a lot." "Leave the one in your room?" "What, what are you doing?" "Why are you taking my telly?" "That smells good, Dad." "Oh, it is." "Lovely." "What is it?" "Steak, chips, peas, carrots and gravy." "About time, Eric." "I'm starving." "Yes." "Dearie me." "Where's our plates?" "Didn't I tell you, lads?" "Oh, sorry, I forgot." "New rules." "No work, no food." "What?" "I've been waiting for this." "I ain't eaten all day." "So?" "Oh, yeah." "Play your games, Eric." "Not arsed." "Good. 'Cause it makes me feel great." "Yeah, I hope it does." "'Cause you don't have a clue." "Fucking mangey twat." "I hope you choke on it, you cunt." "Hello?" "Eric, did you just phone me?" "Yeah, that was me, Lily." "And what did you want?" "Christ, I've forgotten what I was gonna ask ya." "So you thought you'd put the phone down on me?" "Oh, no." "I was just wondering if you'd like to come round at the weekend, you know, for a bite to eat?" "Sam can come as well, you know, when she's finished." "Only if you want to, like, and you've got nowt on." "You know, if you're not in the Lake District at a B and B with your young athletic lover having a shag." "Very funny, Eric." "I didn't mean it like that, Lily." "Yes." "Yeah, I'd like that, Eric." "I must warn you." "I'm a vegetarian now, though." "Okay." "Yeah, no problem." "That's great." "Thanks, Eric." "See ya." "Bye." "Bye." "Bye." "Yes!" "Fucking hell." "Shit." "Did you know about this?" "Tell me the truth now, Jess." "I fucking mean it this time." "Honestly, Dad, I don't know." "Jesus Christ." "What the fuck is going on in me own house?" "I don't know, Dad." "Listen, maybe it's fake." "It's not fucking fake, is it?" "That twat in the black car." "Who the fuck is he, Jess?" "Zac." "He's a real hard case." "And he's done time." "He's clever, yeah?" "But he's fucking mad." "Well, when did it start?" "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" "Well, I did try and tell you, but..." "But fucking what?" "It seems like you don't care." "Fuck!" "You looking for this?"