Goal!

Santiago.

Get your things.

Now.

Now.

Quickly.

What are you waiting for?

Halt.

Remain where you are.

This is the United States border patrol.

Remain where you are.

Remain where you are.

Santiago.

Leave the ball.

Leave the stupid ball. Come on.

This is the United States border patrol.

Los Angeles. Ten years later

Santiago.

Stop goofing off.

Load up the truck.

Right now.

He's so hot.

Santiago. Where have you been?

We're already one down.

Only one?

How's the diet going?

What are you doing?

I don't want anybody hurt.

No shin pads. No game. Get off.

See you.

Hey.

How did you do? You play well?

Well. We won 4-2. Scored a couple.

Should have got another one.

In Spanish.

What's the deal with Dad?

He wants to buy a truck of his own.

Why?

So you can work for yourselves.

Munez and son. Eh?

That's what he wants for us?

- There's always plan B.

- Which one is that?

The American Dream.

We win the lottery.

What happened?

He wants too much.

Too bad.

You have to eat something.

Hey.

Hey. Boss. I've been a busboy now

for six months. Why can't I be a waiter?

This Chinese restaurant.

You're not Chinese.

So? This is America.

You're American. I'm American.

- You have green card?

- If I had one. Could I be a waiter?

No. You're not Chinese.

Tommy. Hold your position.

Tommy. You're supposed

to be on the wing.

It's not the Cup Final.

He's seven years old.

You're never too young. Val.

To be honest. I don't think

Tom's that into soccer.

That's b... Oh.

Go.

- Hey. Watch out.

- Go on. Tom.

Thanks.

- He's quite a player.

- Yes. He is.

- Did you teach him to do that?

- God taught him.

He doesn't look right.

His balance is all wrong.

Doesn't look up enough.

Doesn't lift his legs high enough.

That's what all the other teams think.

Then that happens.

Well played. Son.

Do you ever play professional?

Well... pro teams go for college kids and...

none of us went to college.

- When's your next game?

- Saturday.

There's someone I bumped into

on the plane on the way over here.

I want him to see you play.

He's a sports agent.

I'm serious. I think you're worth it. Son.

Listen. No offence.

But I need to get to work.

I used to play a bit myself.

- Yeah? Where?

- England.

I was a scout too.

I know what I'm talking about.

- England?

- What's your name. Son?

- Santiago Munez.

- Glen Foy.

I'll see you Saturday. Santiago.

Man.

Movie stars have agents.

What's an agent

supposed to do with you?

Do you know something?

Your boy's really good.

He could be a star.

Don't you get it?

There are two types of people

in this world.

Those that live in big houses

and people like us.

Who cut their lawns

and wash their cars.

That could change

if I become a professional player.

What are you saying?

You play in a park with a bunch of guys

who work in a car wash.

I don't know. Meet this guy and

everything could change. For the better.

I know how to make things better.

We buy a truck.

We make our own business.

The rest is rubbish.

Another beer.

Baseball. Tennis. Soccer. Basketball.

All at the touch of a button.

Experience the thrill of the game from

the comfort of your home environment.

- Barry. Is this a good moment?

- No time like the present.

So he's a young Mexican kid

from the barrio.

He dazzled me. I tell you. Barry.

As you know. I don't dazzle easily.

The last time was a young kid

called Jermain Defoe.

- I'd rather not talk about that. Glen.

- So he's playing on Saturday afternoon.

Some college downtown.

Right. Tell me exactly where it is

and I'll be there 110%.

- Glad to hear it.

- Oh. Hello. Now.

Why don't you knock yourself out

and help yourself to finger food?

Probably don't do sashimi in Gateshead.

Do they. Mate?

See you later.

Yes. Bruv.

- Would you like some sashimi?

- I'm in LA.

Whoo. Come on. Santiago.

Come on. Back.

Val. Let me use your phone.

Yo.

Glen. Glen. Mate.

Glen. I'm not a d*ckhead.

I didn't forget. No.

I'm in a business meeting. Bruv. I'm in

a meeting. I'm in a meeting all morning.

Yeah. Sorry. Listen. Mate. Do us a favour.

Can you send me a tape of your boy?

Glen. Glen. GI...

Pillock.

Goal. Yes.

Yeah. Come on. Come on.

Hey. Grandma.

Santiago. Well played. Son. Well done.

Thank you. Thank you.

This is my little brother.

- Hello. How are you? Pleased to meet you.

- And this is my grandma.

- This is my daughter Val.

- Hi.

So you are the agent?

No. No. No. No.

This man arranged for the agent to come.

And he didn't. I'm afraid.

He's... you know. He's too busy.

So he'll come to the next game?

No. No. I'm afraid he can't.

He's flying back to England tomorrow.

So am I.

Look at that.

Maybe the old man is right.

You dare to dream. Get screwed.

Thanks anyway.

- Hello. Who is this?

- This is Glen Foy.

Glen Foy? Do I know you. Mr Foy?

Uh... Well. I was one of your scouts

when you first took over.

You fired me. Actually. Well. You brought in

the new regime. I don't hold it against you.

Oh. You don't? So why are you calling me

at half past three in the morning?

Sorry. I'm in California.

I've just seen a young player.

I think he's a remarkable talent.

- Who does he play for?

- Oh. Just local league. Kickabout stuff.

The point is. I'm on a plane home tomorrow

and I want you to make me a promise.

If he turns up on your doorstep.

Will you see him?

- You want me to promise you this. Right?

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