Bend It Like Beckham Page #4

l don't even know how to tell my mum and dad

about ounslow arriers.

Will you both pack it in?!

Look at the state of my fuchsias!

Alan, when are you gonna realise

you have a daughter with breasts, not a son?

- Mum!

- Paula, please.

No boy's gonna want to go out with a girl

who's got bigger muscles than him!

- Why don't you just leave her alone?

- l'm not gonna give it up!

l'm just saying that l saw that evin last night

in the high street with a blonde girl

and it didn't look like they were talking

about Match of the bleedin' Day either!

evin can shag whoever he bloody wants!

oney, all l'm saying is

there is a reason why Sporty Spice

is the only one of them without a fella.

- Sweetheart...

- See what you've done?

Why don't you just get off her flamin' back?

lf she'd rather play football right now

than chase boys,

quite frankly, l'm over the moon about that.

- They're a bit tatty, but they'll do.

- Thanks.

ere's a kit.

Don't be afraid to get it dirty.

Can l not wear my tracksuit bottoms?

No.

Sh*t!

Jess, get changed over here.

- You've met our captain, Mel.

- Yeah, nice to meet you.

All right? You up for a proper match?

Chiswick next.

Best defensive record in the division.

- They're due for a good stuffing.

- Absolutely.

We need some pace up front.

Jules could do with some decent service.

Welcome to the arriers.

Painters and decorators are in.

Jules, take over the warm-up.

Come on, girls, keep going! eads up!

Jess, what's going on?

lt looks awful.

- lt's why l can't wear shorts ever.

- Jesus.

That's a stunner.

l thought l had a bad one on my knee

but yours is gorgeous.

Look, don't worry about it.

No one's gonna care once you're out there.

- What happened?

- You don't want to know.

Look...

Two operations later and it's still useless.

Yours affect your game?

Nah, it just looks awful.

l was eight.

My mum was working overtime at eathrow

and I was trying to cook beans on toast.

When l jumped up to the grill to get

the toast, my trousers caught alight,

so my sister put me in the bath,

poured cold water over me

and pulled them off,

but half my skin came off, too.

Sorry.

l know.

Put me off beans on toast for life.

Come on.

Mine stopped me from playing outright,

yours doesn't.

- No more dawdling.

- Sorry about your knee.

Yeah, yeah.

l'm a right sob story, aren't l?

Come on!

l want to see some sweat on you!

Well, she's all you'd ever want

She's the kind they'd like to flaunt

and take to dinner

And she always knows her place

She got style, she got grace

She's a winner

She's a lady

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa

She's a lady

l'm talking about my little lady

Oh, whoa, whoa, she's a lady

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