And it's Patrick KIuivert.
- Evening, Mr Dornhelm. - Good night, sir.
Yeah.
What are you doing here? Are you hurt?
- No, no, no, no. I got great news. - What?
I made the reserve squad.
- Oh, that's great. - I've only one week Ieft on my trial.
This game is make-or-break. If the boss sees me do well, he'II keep me on.
- I'm sure he will. - Do you play for Newcastle?
- Yeah. - Well, sign your name on that.
OK.
They'II all be asking for your autograph soon.
Will that bother you? What is your problem with footballers?
I don't have a problem with football. It's fame I have a problem with.
It's my dad's fault. He was in a rock band that got hot for five minutes.
- No way. Would I know him? - I doubt it. I was only three.
Anyway, the point is, some of the players remind me of him.
One minute they're nice, uncomplicated guys
and the next they're ridiculously rich arseholes who walk out on their families.
It was my mother who Ieft mine.
- Why? What happened? - My father never talks about it.
AII I remember is his anger and his drinking.
He's never seen me play.
I Iove that game. Love football.
Every night after school and Sundays after church, I'd play.
AII I hoped was that one day, football could be my whole Iife.
Why did you have to come so far to make it happen?
For that, you have to ask the saints.
Why don't you tell him, Grandma?
Tell me what?
Santiago called me.
He sounds very happy.
Tell him about the game.
He's playing tomorrow night
for the reserve team.
After just three weeks, that's fantastic, no?
He Ieft Iike a thief, without saying goodbye.
Why should I care?
Ey-up, Iads. Sit down. Pay attention.
Dagger's hamstring is holding up, so we'II give him a half.
Santiago, I want you on the right flank.
Track the number eight. He's a slippery bugger.
- I'II translate that for you Iater. - Jamie.
I want you to slot in behind the two strikers.
Remember, don't Iet 'em panic you into playing football.
- Howay. - Right. Come on. Let's go.
Let's kick some arse, fellas.
Come on, boys. Let's go. Let's do this.
Reserve Game Newcastle United V Manchester United
What's that?
What's wrong with him?
Right. Let's have a Iook. Let's have you back.
Jackie, how are we? Santiago. Get back.
Here, mate. Do you wanna put on a red shirt? You're having a shocker.
You all right?
- I think that's enough. - I think you're right.
OK.
Go and get yourself an early bath, son.
What's the matter? Are you hurt?
Been out on the town?
Is there something you want to tell me, son?
OK.
I don't know, Santi.
I know you've got the skill.
But maybe you don't have the pace or the stamina for the English game.
Maybe you'd be better off playing back in LA.
I'm gonna have to Iet you go, son.
- Yes? - Does Roz Iive here?
Rosie, it's for you.
Oh, God. Mam, I'm a wreck.
Are you the young man from LA?
Yes. Santiago.
- She'II be down in a minute. - Thank you.
- Can I get you anything, pet? - No, thank you.
I went there years ago when my husband's band was on tour.
We stayed at the Hyatt House on Sunset. Called it the Riot House in those days.
- Aren't you meeting your friends? - No mad rush.
Nice to meet you, Santiago.
Nice to meet you, ma'am.
- I Iove that name. - Off you go.
- What's wrong? - I Iied to you.
At the physical.
- I have asthma. - OK, well, have you told them?
If I had, they wouldn't have given me a trial.
- So tell them now. - Too Iate.
- They fired me. - Oh, Sant.
I'm so sorry.
I came to say goodbye.
- You're Ieaving? - Tomorrow.
- Why so soon? - I don't belong here if I'm not in the team.
Well, you can find another team.
I guess I was just...
I was just dumb to think I could make this work.
- Worst thing is I've Iet people down. - No.
- Who, pet? - GIen.
My grandma. My grandma.
This happens to players all the time.
It's part and parcel of the game.
No. We...
We hardly know each other.
Shit.
- Aren't you... - No.
I can see why they took you off Iast week. You're shite.
Been shagging them Armitage sisters?
Well, you're not the first.
- Paradise Taxis. - I need one. Urgent. This is Gavin Harris.
And I'm CIint Eastwood. Make my day.
But I'm serious. This is me. I need a ride, pronto.
- Are you anywhere near BIakelaw? - Why?
Gavin Harris is stuck on the estate and needs a car, desperate.
- I've already got a fare. - He's first team, man. Get there ASAP.
Gotta do a detour, bonny Iad. Celebrity in peril.
You're that kid from LA? You going to training as well?
- No, I have to get to the station. - Why?
- I screwed up. - Tell me about it on the way.
I don't knowwhat the gaffer will do if I'm Iate.
So you're Gavin Harris?
- Guilty. - You're shite.
So I've heard. Come on, Santi.
With all due respect, gaffer, Mr Dornhelm,
the club will be making a big mistake if they Iet this Iad go.
I've played with him, I've played against him.
I can see he's got it. So can all of the other Iads.
- I mean, technically... - What? He's better than you?
Well.
He's in that Ieague.
What happened Iast night was he Iost his inhaler. He's got asthma, for God's sake.
Is this true?
Yes, sir, but I tried to hide it.
Lying is a problem. Asthma is not.
You can get shots, medication, acupuncture.
Didn't your doctor back home explain this to you?
I don't have a doctor. AII I got is a free clinic in LA.
- People keep pleading your case, Munez. - AII I wanna do is prove them right, sir.
If you give me the chance.
- You think you deserve it? - I know I do.
Good.
See the doc. Tell him about your condition.
Then report for training. AII right?
Thank you.
Gavin.
This is a decent thing you did.
Yeah, I do what I can.
Now explain why are you dressed for discotheque
and 47 minutes Iate for training?
Reserve Game Newcastle United V Queens Park Rangers
- Come on. - You Iike him?
Yeah.
Go on.
- Stand up, Santi. - Away you go, fellas. Away.
Yes, please.
Yeah.
- BIoody Iate. - Got there as quick as I could.
Hughie, Hughie. Yes, please, fella.
No more of that. That is naughty, OK?
- Away you go. - He'II think twice about doing you again.
- Thought you didn't Iike me. - My sister will be upset if you get hurt.
She thinks you Iook Iike Antonio Banderas.
Hey, if you shag her, I'II kill you.
Reserve Game Newcastle United V Middlesbrough
- Be careful. - OK. I can't see a thing.
OK, you're almost there. Little step.
Little step down. Right.
Oh, my God, it's amazing.
- Can you believe this? - No.
A month ago, I said goodbye to the city, goodbye to you.
And now I've got a contract.
- And this Iittle apartment. - How can you afford it, though?
Gavino.
Say hello to my friend.
Hello.
I didn't say you could bring women here.
Oh, I'm sorry. Shall I go?
- I'm just kidding, man. Ciao, bella. - How's it going?
Oh, make yourselves at home. There's finger stuff in the fridge.
Oh. Takeaway pizzas and Iadies knickers?
Not hard to figure out his Iifestyle, is it?
He's all right. He saved my ass, remember?
- Got a bit of a rep is what I've heard. - For professionals, football is our Iife.
- Good to see you. - How are you tonight?
Gavin, you all right?
Colin, it's a very good offer, but just forget about it.
I'II tell you. 'Cause the chairman is a tosser.
The manager knows and says nothing, which makes him a bigger tosser.
The players know it.
Yeah, it's all clans and cliques in the dressing room, innit, Iuv?
- Yeah. Gav. - Little bit on your nose, mate.
24-7, mate. Listen, what's cool and hangs up?
AII right, mate.
- AII right, Baz. - Look at you. Crispy, mate. How are you?
- Say hello to Santi. - Heard it's going good, mate.
Notched a pair for the reserves Saturday.
- Hello. - Hi, how are you doing?
So, Santi. You got your contract sorted to the end of the season?
Do you mind if I ask actually who handled that for you?
- GIen. - GIen Foy?
- Works in a garage, bruv. - Well, it's not actually...
Don't get me wrong, he's a Iovely fella. He used to be an absolute cracking player.
But what does he know about marketability?
What does he know about endorsements?
You make the first team, Santi, next season...
I'II get you a Gap ad.
Crunch.
Hey, pet. Do you fancy a dance?
Watch out, he's a salsa man.
No, thank you. Sorry.
Hello.
Santiago? Hey, bro. What's going on?
No way.
Papa. It's Santiago.
He wants to talk to you.
Tell him I'm not here.
He can't talk right now, OK?
No problem, man.
Ey-up, Iads.
Take them up the back pitch, Andy. Give 'em a stretch.
Kicked me out, bin-bagged.
- I've got my eye on you, Hughie. - See you in the showers, Bobby.
- What's up? - What's up? I just saw the reserve Iist.
I'm not on the team. I didn't even make the bench.
I don't get it.
I play where you tell me to play. I play how you tell me to play.
I didn't drop you, son. You're not at my disposal.
- What are you talking about? - You're playing with that Iot.
In London on Saturday.
Santiago.
What are you waiting for? Come on.
OK, guys. Let's get to work.
Come on.
Newcastle scraped through with a win over Chelsea,
but it won't be enough in itself. Liverpool are breathing down their necks.
And to make it worse, there is a makeshift Iook to the Newcastle United Iine-up today
with all their injury problems, and one of their substitutes, Santiago Munez,
- is an unknown quantity. - He is.
Apparently he was discovered playing in Los Angeles
by GIen Foy, the ex-Newcastle midfielder.
He's been turning some heads with his performances in the reserves,
but this is a much, much higher Ievel.
I just wonder how he will cope if he does get the nod at some point today.
- What have I missed? - Not a Iot.
- How are you feeling? - I'II feel better if we get three points.
- He's useless. He's useless. - Howay, man. Give him a break.
- Get in there. - Put a challenge in, man.
Did you see that?
Come on, ref.
Munez.
Munez, you're going on.
A bold move, but in the circumstances,
I don't think he's got much other choice.
And it is now quite a day for this young man.
This is a chance to show your worth. Give me your jacket.
Show them what you've got, son.
Come on.
Who the hell is this?
That's my son.
That's my boy. Santiago. I'm his father.
If he scores, Iike, I'II buy you a pint. Come on, son, sit at the bar.
Come on.
Substitution for Newcastle United.
Coming off, number 1 3, Carl Francis.
Being replaced by number 26, Santiago Munez.
Go on. Yes.
What a great run by Munez.
Brought down. Penalty.
Come on, boys.
Penalty, boys. Penalty.
- Down, you. - I can't watch it if that playboy's taking it.
Just calm it down, all right?
I hate this stuff.
- I'II buy you that pint now, son. - It's a Iittle early.
Not in Newcastle, it's not. Howay, the Iads.
Only seconds to go and if it ends Iike this,
it will be a happy journey back to the Northeast for the Newcastle players.
- Right. You should Iie down, you. - Aye.
Salsa man.
Munez.
Ah, beautiful. I know. Beautiful stuff.
What did you notice when you won that penalty?
Uh, I noticed... the goal?
You should have noticed two players in a better position than you.
You don't pass. You go for glory.
Sven, how are you?
Stop brooding about it, man. The gaffer does that to everyone.
You played great. Everyone saw that, yeah.
Hey, hey, Johnny.
- Santiago. - Hey.
Congratulations, you were amazing.
Oh, thanks.
My whole family are mad Real Madrid fans. My grandma, she Ioves you, man.
Well, carry on playing Iike that, you'II be there one day.
- See you around. - Nice to meet you.
- You know how it is. It's your service. - Gavino. I just...
Hey, Iet me introduce you to my mates. That's Zizou.
This is Ra¨²l. Santiago Munez.
What the hell are you doing with him?
He's the one with the car.
We have to go.
Take care, yeah. See you Iater. AII right, man.
They're over here shooting a commercial. Mucho dinero, Santi.
- Come on, Iet's go. This place is dead. - What? What do you mean? Where?
This is my town, son.
Boys, wicked. We were gonna send out a search party for you two.
- Nice party, man. - This ain't the party.
- Come on, follow me. - Upstairs again.
This is the party.
Hello, boys.
- Fill your boots, son. It's your birthday. - Shame on us.
Get in there.
- We're getting this. - Excuse me.
Come on, don't be shy.
Ball control. A bit of ball control.
Don't be shy, your mother wasn't. That's it. Get in there.
- Not your kind of party? - I never knowwhat to say.
You wouldn't need to say anything to most of the girls in there.
I have a girl. Well, I think I have one.
I met someone I really Iike.
She's very Iucky.
How did you and Gavino meet?
Party Iike this.
Much the same people.
Musos, models, footballers.
Listen, don't tell him I've gone.
Not that he'd notice.
Want to explain this?
There's nothing to explain, sir. It was just people fooling around at a party.
When you travel with this club, you're an ambassador for this club.
Mr Dornhelm, it's not my fault.
It is your fault. You exposed yourself to this kind of situation.
- Who is the other player? - The other one?
It says there are two Newcastle players.
Who is the other one?
- I cannot tell you that, sir. - You mean you won't tell me?
Yeah.
Roz. Roz. Hey. I have to explain about that picture.
- What picture? - In The Sun.
- Don't read that rag. - You haven't seen it?
I showed it to her. Looked Iike a good party, that.
Are those Iasses' tits real?
- It wasn't how it Iooked. - Look, I don't wanna talk about it, OK?
I'm busy. You should go and visit your friend Jamie while you're here.
He's in examination room B.
- Hey. - Hey, Santi.
- What happened, man? - I got stretchered off in the reserve game.
They've sent me here for an MRI scan.
You'II be fine. They can fix anything these days, man.
I don't know. It felt really bad when it happened.
You could just tell.
I reckon I might have to skip them salsa Iessons.
His meniscus is shattered.
And there's a tear in the Iateral cruciate Iigament.
I don't knowwhat that means.
Just tell me, can he play again?
Not if he wants to walk, no.
- AII right, geezer? - Hey.
Hey, man, thanks for covering for me, yeah.
You're a top man. If you fingered me, I was right in the shitter.
We're even, OK? I don't owe you no more favours.
OK.
You're screwing up your Iife, man. That's how you Iost Christina.
- She'II be back. - No, she won't. You knowwhy?
'Cause she can't stand your asshole friends.
How do you think that picture ends up in the paper?
BIuto sold it.
How much does your buddy make dealing drugs at all the places you get him into?
Think I'm some greaseball who doesn't know stuff?
These are the best years of our Iives and how Iong have we got?
Ten, if we're Iucky? Or even Iess, if we get hurt Iike Jamie.
It can happen to any of us. We're one tackle away from flipping burgers.
Get out.
Go on, piss off.
Where's Dad?
He's setting the sprinklers.
Come on, Dad. Let's go.
Dad?
Dad.
Dad. Wake up, Dad. Dad, wake up.
Hey, GIen.
Hey. I meant to come over and explain about that thing in the newspaper.
Santi, I had a call from LA.
You need to phone your grandmother.
- GIen, what's happened? - His father.
Heart attack, apparently.
Is he going to be all right?
Dead.
- I've got it. - No, it's OK, man.
Here.
Thanks for everything.
Safe journey.
- Yes, boss. - There you go. Brilliant, thank you.
Hey, boss.
- Can I have a word? - Yes, please.
- I was the other bloke in that picture. - I'm shocked.
And I thought you should know...
it was me that dragged Santi to that party to begin with.
He didn't even wanna go. It's not his scene. He's a good Iad.
I take full responsibility.
Boys with big bank accounts are still boys.
This is not an excuse for you any more.
- You're how old? - 28.
- 29, I think. - Yeah. Around that.
The young players should be Iooking to you for an example.
Off the field as well as on. Am I right?
I hear what you're saying, boss.
And...
you're not the first person to say it.
FIight 1 9 to London Heathrow is now boarding.
AII connecting international flights will be Iisted on arrival.
Sir, we're boarding now.
Keep stretching, Iads. It'II be a Iong day.
What the hell are you doing here? Why aren't you on the plane?
I'm sitting in the airport and I think to myself,
at Ieast now I have an excuse.
A reason to give my buddies and everybody else why things didn't work out.
"Hey, my dad died. I had to come home, take care of business."
- Know why I needed an excuse? - No.
Because that's the way my father made me think.
He took away my self-belief.
He made it impossible to have... aspiraci¨®n.
- Aspiration, you understand? - Yes.
I don't need an excuse.
The only person who can tell me I'm not good enough is you.
And even then...
I may not agree with you.
You are right, Santi.
There's no point in coming back.
It's God's will.
Hey.
Hi.
So how are you feeling?
I never made peace with my dad.
- He never made peace with you either. - No, but he never forgave me.
You don't know that.
How can you know that?
What about all those pictures you sent home?
I don't know where home is any more.
Yeah, you do.
It's green and it's got a goalpost at each end.
Munez.
How are you doing?
OK, boss.
Tough thing to Iose a father. I remember when I Iost mine.
Thank you.
You shouldn't be here. The groundsman is having a fit.
His turf is sacred.
I just...
I just wanted to see what it felt Iike.
You know...
to be on this pitch.
You'II find out Saturday.
Now get off the grass.
Yeah.
I'm in the squad for the Liverpool game.
- Get us a ticket, then, will you? - Yeah.
Well done, son. Well done.
Well, I never doubted it, son. First time I saw you, I said to Phil, didn't I, Phil?
- That Iad's got it. - No, you didn't.
I owe you, man. Breakfast, remember?
Here.
Get in. We're celebrating.
- Is that Gavin Harris? - Where?
We're meeting a couple of girls at a club and then back to my gaff. La vida loca.
I'm joking. BIockbuster and pizza.
Can we put the top up? My ass is freezing.
Buy a coat.
It's down to this, the Iast game, against their main rivals, Liverpool.
The next 90 minutes will decide Newcastle's fate.
Will it be Europe, and all the glory that goes with it, next season?
If so, they have to win today.
Private box?
I'd check your ticket.
So, GIen, are you single then?
OK, Iisten up.
Guys.
You knowwhat you have to do.
Sant's come on. Sant's come on.
Now, Newcastle are choosing to start with young Santiago Munez.
It's only his second-ever appearance for the senior side.
I guess they'II be hoping he produces some of the flair
that he showed as a substitute at Fulham Iast week.
Our ball.
Yes.
- Come on, Sant. Come on, Sant. - Go, Santiago.
It is getting physical now.
You can feel the determination. Both teams really need this win.
I've got an airport pickup for you.
Cannae, Tommy, I'm rushed off me feet. I'II get back to you.
Excuse me, Iads. Room for a Iittle 'un.
- How's it going? - We've made all the early running.
- How Iong's it been on? - A minute.
Given away by Liverpool.
AIan Shearer Iooking to organize a counterattack for Newcastle United.
He's got support to his right. Stephen Carr.
Now Dyer taking over.
Harris is getting into the middle. Here comes Harris.
And a goal. It's Harris.
It's a dream start for Newcastle.
And what a way to answer his critics.
Come on.
Number ten, Gavin Harris.
Referee has given the foul.
Free kick to Liverpool.
And they've taken it quickly.
It's a corner.
Free header.
Liverpool are Ievel. 1 -1.
Goal-scorer for Liverpool, number 25, Igor Biscan.
Newcastle have given the ball away yet again.
Into Baro?. He's got a chance to shoot here.
Oh, it's in. Liverpool Iead. 2-1.
They've conceded two goals in quick succession without reply.
That's a devastating blow for Newcastle.
Now, can they come back from it?
Goal-scorer for Liverpool, number five, Milan Baro?.
Here we go. Second half, with Liverpool firmly in the driving seat.
And that second goal has really knocked the stuffing out of the fans.
Oh, it's a great chance for Gerrard...
Oh, so close.
Had that gone in, it would have been "Good night, Newcastle."
Now it's Munez. The youngster's got some great skill.
Trying a give-and-go here with AIan Shearer.
Give it.
Pass.
Give it.
- Yes. - Come on, pass.
Pass.
It's a goal. It is 2-2.
You beauty.
- We should have a talk about your Iad. - Talk about what, Barry?
Representation. It's gonna be a feeding frenzy, gonna be murders.
- A Iot of sharks out there. - I know. That's why he signed with me.
You what?
Great effort by Newcastle.
But remember, if it stays Iike this, it will still be Liverpool in Europe next season.
Only three minutes to go now and Newcastle are running out of time.
They've got to try and find a winner from somewhere.
Back, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Go on, son. Have a poke.
Let go.
Free kick here, in a very dangerous area.
- Get him off. - Took him down. Give him a card.
A real chance for Newcastle, this. But who's going to take it?
Hey, Santi.
It's yours.
I hope they knowwhat they're doing. It's young Santiago Munez stepping up,
with only seconds Ieft to play.
And he must feel that the hopes of an entire city are resting on his shoulders.
Come on, come on, come on.
- And I thought you didn't even Iike football. - I know.
Unbelievable. Newcastle's newest and youngest player
gives the fans a brand-new song to sing.
Santiago, Santiago, ol¨¦, ol¨¦, ol¨¦.
That's my grandson. His brother.
- It's true, and he's from here. - We met his dad.
How could you?
He was here for the Fulham game, me darlin'. He was over the moon. Wasn't he?
Dad was here?
Only seconds to go. Time almost up.
Santi.
Santi. Someone wants to speak to you.
Yeah?
Santiago. Santiago, we saw the game.
Julio and me.
No, GIen's daughter brought us. You were fantastic.
S¨ª. And I wanna tell you something else, about your father.
Hey, GIen.
You knowwhen I played against Fulham?
My dad saw the game.
He saw me play, man.
He's probably watching you right now.
Santi.
Santiago.
Yeah.