Synopsis: An orphan journeys across Europe to the 2005 Champions League Final in Istanbul.
Genre: Drama, Family, Sport
Director(s): Ellen Perry
Production: Sonar Entertainment
Rotten Tomatoes:
102 min

I had to squint twice.

I thought I was looking at a ghost.

- How are ya?

- It must be me North Sea tan. I'm good.

You're soaked. Nancy!

Look who's 'ere.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Gareth Brennan.

- Hey. Nance.

- Good to see you.

You too. love.

- How are you?

- Well. Midlands are brave.

- Is that it?

- Yeah. I travel light.

We'll clear it up

for you tomorrow.

Move stuff around if you like.

It's yours now.

Thanks. mate.

Actually. I've been saving for a flat.

Our own place.

Ah. a member of the

land-owning classes.

Next thing you know, you'll be fox hunting

and blowing a trumpet out your arse.

Ain't that the dream?

How's the boy?

Dunno yet.

- You stayed in touch?

- Oh. yeah.

I sent him presents for his

birthday and Christmas.

Got him some posters and

football magazines.

Well. you're here now.

That's what matters.

- Welcome back. mate.

- Thanks. Davey.

Be a pint on the bar

when you're ready.

Did you see the new

images from the Hubble telescope?


They're getting some brilliant

photos of supernovas.

- Super what?

- A supernova.

Never heard of it.

When a star explodes in an incredible

burst of light and energy.

Do you ever think that me and you and the

rest of the lot here are recyclable?

What do you mean?

I dunno like we're coke bottles

to be melted down and turned

into shopping bags or key rings.

Key rings?

Yeah. you know.

Something cheap and rubbish.

Matter can neither be

created nor destroyed.

- That was Einstein's big idea.

- What's he got to do with rubbish?

Well. Einstein taught us that even things

that are rubbish someday turn into stars.

And that eventually those

stars will explode.

Sending streaks of light

across the night sky

and maybe on a faraway planet.

Someone will see our light

shining down from the heavens...

We'll be supernovas...

Steven Gerrard's a supernova.

Isn't he?

He moves like a tornado on fire.

Twisting in all directions at once.

And always has his

eye on the goal.

The ball is the moon

and he is the earth.

And whatever he wishes

his legs make so.

He's a football supernova.

A child is better off

with his parents.

If they fulfil all their responsibilities.

Mr Brennan.

- And I just want to protect Will.

- So do I.

We are the only family that he has

known for the last three years.

If you leave again.

It will devastate him.

When I leave.

My son is coming with me.


To an oil rig in the North Sea?


- And where's that now. Mr Brennan?

- Liverpool.

And if you tire of

your parental duties

and return him to us in a week.

A month. a year?

That won't happen.

You left him with

us for three years.

Now. I understand that it was

a difficult time for you.

Difficult time"?

When Tracy died.

It ripped my heart out.


I know there's no excuse

for what I did to Will.

But the good Lord carried

me through it. Sister.

I just want to be with my son.

"The Eye of God" is

probably the most famous image

the Hubble Telescope

has ever taken.

Of course.

It's not actually God's eye.

Leading astronomers describe it

as "a trillion-milelong

tunnel of glowing gases".

Fart and give us a clue.

But my personal favourite

is Eta Carinae.

One of the biggest

stars in the Milky Way

and five million times more

powerful than our sun.

In Chinese it's called Tseen

She. "Heaven's Altar".

Hello. Will.

What are you doing here?

Is there a law that says a man

can't visit his one and only son?

Will. your father has travelled

a long way to see you.


It's been quite the journey.

My legs need a

little stretching.

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