I dreamt I didn't recognise him last night.
What if it's a sign?
We didn't leave on the best of terms.
I suspect it's all a distant memory by now.
All right, boys. - All right, Bobby. - All right.
Let me see.
There. All done.
You look beautiful.
Just... all the worry and pain.
If you'd have told me I'd be about to watch him in the World Cup Final...
I know.
We'll have none of this. All right? Right.
Tina, I know something's been up.
I'm just glad it's passed.
Right, girls!
It's just a game of football, lads.
England!
England! England!
- Do your best. - England!
We're all looking to you, Bobby.
Let's go.
Woo-hoo!
Number six...
Roberta's just gone down for a nap.
What have I missed? Anything?
The ground in many places is soft...
.. but the 1966 World Cup final is under way.
The ground is at its softest at the goal mouth to our left.
- Ooh! - Robert's roses need pruning.
Doss?
Well, they won't do themselves.
- Come on, boys! - Come on, boys!
Come on, Bobby!
No!
Ref!
He... he kicked him!
Come on, Bobby.
Moore with the free kick. In goes Hurst and it's the equaliser!
A brilliant piece of football there by Bobby Moore, who looked...
A chance. A goal!
- Come on, boy! - I don't believe it!
What time is it?
- Oh, this he must do! - No!
Weber has scored in the last seconds. - No! No!
They have another 30 minutes.
- Another 30 minutes of this! - Can you imagine how they feel?
Do you reckon I'll have time to go to the loo? - No.
Look at them.
They're flat on their backs. Now, come on!
- Get to your feet. - Come on, lads. You heard the man.
Don't let them see you're tired.
You've won it once.
England! England!
Just got to win it again.
Come on, boys! - Come on! - Come on, boys!
England! England!
We've got half an hour. I mean, they could do it.
- Of course they will. - They'll do it. - Come on, Bobby.
- Come on. - Off they go. 15 minutes each way.
Doss, you're missing it!
Here's Paul, running himself back.
Go on, Alan! Go! I love you!
And now Hurst. Can he do it?
- He's done it! Yes! - Yes!
Well done! Woo-hoo!
Oh! Come on!
Yes. No... no, the linesman says no.
What? - The linesman says no. - Ref! Give it! - No! No!
In! In! In! In! In! In!
- Argh! - Oh, no!
Oh, no! Oh, oh, to the left. Left, left.
Back a bit. Back. Back.
- There. There. - It's three-two.
Yeah!
Come on, Bobby. - Come on, Bobby. - Come on, Bobby.
Bobby, clear it!
Pass it. Come on.
And here comes Hurst. He's got...
Some people are on the pitch, they think it's all over.
It is now!
Come on. Oh, it was marvellous.
They've done it?
He's done it!
- Was Bobby good? - Brilliant.
Oh! - .. greatest moment in English sporting history
as Bobby Moore goes up to pick up the World Cup.
Ohh!
There is the Jules Rimet trophy!
What a day this is.
A day none of us British here will ever forget.
Bobby!
This is a great sight.
Well done, chaps. - Thank you. - Plenty of beer upstairs.
Enjoy yourselves. Bobby, well done.
- Bobby! - Private party, sorry.
I'm Tina Moore, I'm Bobby's wife.
- The dinner's stag. - Stag?
Sir Stanley. Lady Rouse...
- Er, what about her? - FA wives are permitted.
Players' wives are in the chop house.
No, I need to speak to Bobby. We always get together after a match.
- FA rules are very strict. - This is ridiculous.
We haven't seen our husbands for over a month. - Yeah!
I'm sure you can hold on for a couple more hours.
The chop house is that way.
Honestly, the cheek of that man.
Well, just don't let it ruin your night.
Thanks.
I just hate how snobby the FA lot are.
And he can't stand them either, Bobby.
We should be allowed to celebrate with our husbands.
Martin tried to have my top off earlier.
What? What? You've seen him already?
Yeah, well, he sneaked in my hotel room, didn't he?
Tried to get a bit of nookie.
'Not a chance,' I said.
We did it, Teen.
We did it.
- My heart's still going. - Mine too.
What is it?
Tina?
You shook hands with the Queen.
Who'd have thought it, eh? East-End boy, son of a gas fitter.
You looked so handsome.
Like a god. - Tina, you're embarrassing me. - I don't care.
Everyone was watching.
The whole country.
Cheering for you.
Still just me.
You're a hero, Bobby.
And they don't even know the half of it.
I've missed you.
Bobby! Bobby!
You're wanted. Go on.
Why don't you come with me?
Bobby! Bobby!
Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!
Bobby!
Bobby! Bobby!
- Did you watch the match? - Of course.
You must be proud.
The West Ham lot put on a good show.
The national team has nothing to do with me.
Your new contract. Let's be realistic.
The board won't let you leave. It's a three-year deal.
Golden handcuffs.
Gold? That's not even brass.
What do you have in mind, Bobby?
Well...
Oh, the good life
Full of fun
Seems to be the ideal...
And this is the kitchen.
Hardly use it. Bobby gets so many dinner invitations, I'm getting fat.
Don't be silly, you look great. Oh, look at this, Tina!
I used a mangle when you were Roberta's age.
- Ooh! - Hi. - Hello. - Hi. Are you all right?
Who's that, the maid?
Au pair, actually.
Oh. Mm. I thought the house looked tidy.
And you've got five bedrooms! What are you gonna do with them all?
Well, one for when you come to stay and...
Well, who knows?
Oh?
- And what about...? - Bobby? - Mm.
You know what he's like. Can't get him to talk about it.
Well, talking is not gonna get me a new grandchild. - Mum!
I've never seen so much grub.
- Do you want me to take a turn? - No, no. Happy as Larry here.
- Mum, you don't need to do that. - I don't mind.
We've got Pauline now. Sit down, relax.
- Thanks, Pauline. - Thank you, Mrs Moore.
Bleeding hell, Geoff! Judith not feed you at home?
Cut the ribbon down the butchers down the road from us.
Got a nice bottle of bubbly and the best part...
- Free sausages for a year! - Really?
And I'm thinking of becoming a vegetarian.
If Geoff's getting offers like that, imagine what you'd get.
Would it be all right if I take a photo
with the house in the background? - Of course. - Yeah.
Gather round, everyone. Photo!
Come on. Let's get in.
Come on.
- Say cheese. - Cheese.
- And sausages. - Sausages!
Tina's right. If you put that mush on a can of dog food,
then they'd fly off the shelves.
- You're a walking gold mine, Bobby. - Shut up.
So, is this your field, then? Commercial management?
Trust me, Tina, I've got contacts all over the country.
Mate of mine works at Titbits magazine, yeah?
- And he wants you to do a column. - Dunno.
- I'm not much of a writer, Jack. - Who said anything about writing?
A quick chat with one of their reporters after the match, he'll put it together.
Then there's retail and, of course, celebrity appearances.
Tina, that's where you come in,
looking a million dollars on his arm.
You think you can handle that?
Silly question.
The thing is, Bobby's been approached by IMG, a big American...
I know who they are. How much do they want? - Twenty per cent.
Of what they bring in, or everything?
- Football wages included? - Everything.
I'll only take ten and I won't touch your deal with The Hammers.
Sounds good, doesn't it?
Yeah.
A bit more alive for me, come on.
Yeah.
Relax, Bobby. Yeah, that's it.
Enjoy it.
Why don't you... drop your shoulders a little bit?
Yeah.
That's it.
Hands out of pockets, please. Thank you. One more of those.
Try leaning up against the trunk back there.
There's the one.
Look more alive for me. Come on.
I've got enough wood with all the trees, Bobby.
Come on, Bob.
- What? - Loosen up a bit.
TV Times, they want a bit of pizzazz, know what I mean?
Let's try something else.
- Tina? - Yeah.
Why don't you stand next to Bobby?
Wearing this?
That's it. Perfect. Perfect, Tina! Wonderful.
More of those, please, darling. Fantastic.
You'll have to keep an eye on her, Bobby.
Right, one more, folks. Thank you.
When Bobby comes back from a match, he's always hungry.
Nothing beats a proper Sunday roast with all the family
and to top it all off, we swear by Bisto.
It's so easy to make, I...
Oh. Bugger. Sorry. I'm sorry.
All right. Cut. Cut. Thanks, everyone.
Let's all take five and we can get a reset on Tina, please.
Fanny Craddock, eat your heart out.
- Ssh! - Now, now, Mr Moore.
Don't upset our star.
- Sorry, I'm out of practice. - Don't blame you.
Not every woman wants to spend her life slaving in a kitchen.
Oh, wow. It's got a pool.
Well, you need it in Spain. The heat's crazy.
That man looks just like Sean Connery. - It is.
- He has the place next door. - James Bond is your neighbour?
- I'm getting used to it now. - What's he like?
- Bet he's a real lady's man. - He's lovely.
Really down to earth and he dotes on Roberta.
Can you get an autograph for John's birthday? He's mad on James Bond.
- Sorry, I shouldn't have asked. - No, no, it's fine.
He's there on holiday, to get away from it all. - Of course.
- We'd love you and John to come out.
Who knows? Go for a drink together?
Is that what I think it is?
Congratulations! Why didn't you say?
I was going to, just waiting for the right moment. - It's gorgeous.
So, when did it happen?
Not long. Couple of weeks.
Weeks?
- Jen... - I haven't seen you. - You could have rung. - I did.
Bobby said you were busy doing that advert.
Oh, thanks.
- I'll get this. - No, no. Let's split it.
- No, Jen, please. - Really, Tina, I've got it.
Sorry, could I trouble you for an autograph, Mrs Moore?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
- What's your name? - Harriet. - Harriet.
- There you go. - Thank you. - Thanks.
Well...
John, a couple more of both of us
and then one of Bobby, yeah, to finish off.
There we go. That's it, folks.
- Fall down a rabbit hole? - Sorry. Traffic.
Jack's got some news for you.
Yeah, so I got a call yesterday.
It's only Alfred bloody Hitchcock, himself.
He's looking for a new blonde.
Must've seen your Bisto ad.
You're kidding? What did you say?
Does he know I've not done any acting?
I mean, not prop...
Oh! Oh, you sod!
It was Bobby's idea.
I'll get you a drink.
Well, I have some news. I don't think you deserve it now.
- What? - No.
Come on. What?
I'm pregnant.
No?
That's why I'm late. I've just been to see Dr Kennedy.
I suspected, but I needed to be certain.
Aren't you pleased?
Pleased?
Tina, I'm...
Here's another one from Moore to Sissons.
Go on, Bobby!
Ooooh!
Oh, God.
Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!
- Oh, God! - Exactly. - Oh, God! - Never a foul. - Oh, my God!
OK.
And breathe.
OK, don't panic. Breathe! Push!
- Bobby! - It's better you wait outside.
No, I wanna be right here this time.
- Are you all right? - What do you think?
Come on, Tina. OK, Tina. Push.
You can do it. Come on.
Really, really push now. Come on, Tina.
And breathe! - Push! - Come on. Put your back into it!
We've got a son.
A son.
Let's call him Dean.
Really?
Complete our family.
I'm so lucky.
Usually it's the baby who cries.
Mum, we're back!
Tina, do you want a G&T?
Great party.
- All right, Mum? - Yeah.
Angels, Tina.
They're little angels.
I'm lucky, aren't I?
Two gorgeous men in my life.
I saw Mother earlier.
Nanny Wilde?
- Yeah. - In a... In a dream?
She was holding out her arms, smiling at me.
Tina? Drink's ready!
Go on. Go on, you go downstairs, enjoy yourself.
- Are you feeling all right? - Yeah.
I'm just tired.
I'm going to bed.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
I love you.
Oh, not you and all?
We're all feeling it today.
It's gone ten.
Mum...
Mum?
Mum.
Bobby!
I've spoken to your mother's consultant
and the tests are back.
They show a large tumour on her brain.
I know it's a terrible shock,
but there's no doubt about the diagnosis.
Well, will they operate?
I'm afraid it's too late.
I'm very sorry, Tina.
How long?
Months? A year?
Days.
Days!
Mum?
Oh, darling.
Bobby, come here.
I always knew you were special,
from the first time Tina brought you home.
So you will take care of her?
Of course I will, Betty.
Tina.
I don't know what I ever did...
.. to deserve a daughter as wonderful as you.
You've given me...
.. so much joy and so much happiness.
Just... Thank you.
I love you, darling.
I love you, Tina.
I love you, Mum.
And this one's going out for our brave boys
on the England football squad who today fly out to Colombia.
- How long are you going for, Dad? - That depends.
- Depends on what? - On whether or not Daddy's team win.
We can't beat bloody Brazil.
- Sorry, I'm... - That's OK.
I haven't been through her things for ages.
She used to wear this when I was young.
She was always so well-turned out, wasn't she?
All the other women in the street were jealous but...
.. but I was so proud.
I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
I did.
I should put them into storage.
It still smells of her.
- I'm sorry, it's stupid. - Hey, it's not stupid at all.
Hey.
Er, hey...
Do you want me to ask, er, Mum to come and stay?
While I'm in Bogota? Eh?
- While I'm training? - No, I'll be fine.
I'll be joining you in a few weeks anyway, so...
Yeah!
Said it's all right
I won't forget
All the times I've waited
Patiently for you
As you do
Just what you choose to do
And I will be alone again tonight, my dear...
- Tina? - Mm. - Just a couple of things I need you to sign.
- Is that all right? - Yeah. - There you go.
- There? - And there. And there.
Sorry.
Sorry. - It's all right. It's fine. Just one more... - Oh.
Yeah, I heard a funny thing
Somebody said to me
You know that I could be in love
- With almost everyone - We'd better get back. Thank you.
I think that people are
- The greatest fun - Gentlemen...
And I will be
Alone again tonight, my dear
And, er, at six o'clock, we...
Excuse me, Senor?
You took our bracelet.
A bracelet?
Yes, my assistant saw you take it from our shop.
Hello?
Tina, have you heard? Bobby's been arrested.
Oh, don't be stupid. He's in bloody Bogota.
No, hold on... - Please, leave us alone. - Hang on. No...
Bobby! - Bobby! - We've got to talk about this.
I don't know what you're doing here. This is completely wrong.
- Bobby! Bobby! - Don't you worry, Bobby.
- Bobby! - Bobby, we'll sort it out.
- Tina? - Tina!
- Tina, is it true? - Did Bobby steal a bracelet for you?
Just a few questions!
Concerns are growing whether England Captain Bobby Moore
will be released in time for the Mexico World Cup.
Even if he is, there will surely be a question
over his fitness having missed crucial training.
And the psychological impact of this ordeal...
.. remains to be seen...
Oh.
Any news?
Er, no, not yet.
I've brought supplies for a couple of days.
I thought I could sleep in your spare room.
How was school? - Sally in my class said Daddy stole a necklace.
Is it true?
Of course it isn't.
- Who's hungry? - Here, have a biscuit.
We've got some nice chocolate biscuits. Sounds good, doesn't it?
Would you like a chocolate biscuit?
- Hello? - Tina.
Bobby.
Thank God. Are you all right?
I'm fine. I'm fine.
What's going on?
They're not telling us anything.
I don't know. It's crazy. I'm under arrest.
Why would they think that you stole a bracelet?
I don't know, Tina, right... I...
I'm thousands of miles away, I don't speak the language,
the team have gone off to Mexico without me. - Sorry.
Sorry, OK, just... Just take a few breaths.
What if I don't get out?
You will.
You've been through worse than this, Bobby.
A stupid bloody bracelet isn't going to break you, is it?
Tina?
Hello?
Bobby?
Tina?
I'm not staying here a moment longer.
- What do you mean? - I'm no use to him here.
The Daily Sketch has booked me a flight. I'm going.
At least I'll be on the same bloody continent.
- Oh! Tina! - Tina!
Quick!
Tina! Tina! Tina!
Bye-bye, boys.
Woo-hoo!
This is a scream!
Oh, Tina, come on. It'll be OK.
It's just been announced that England Captain Bobby Moore
has been released without charge from house arrest in Bogota.
It is understood that he will now rejoin his team
training in Mexico City.
- See? - Oh, God! - See?
- OK. - Mexico, here we come!
Bobby!
All I wanna say is I'm completely innocent of these accusations
and now that I'm free, I want to concentrate on what's important.
- The World Cup. - Bobby!
Senor Bobby, are you still fit enough to play?
I thought I'd never see you again.
I've got to go.
See you later.
.. he's feeling confident again and...
Bobby, over to you.
All right, lads.
What we need to look out for is when Rivelino falls back.
Of course, Alf is strict about keeping the sexes apart.
And so he should be.
This is a serious business and...
When thousands of people are applauding him,
I want to stand up and shout...
Stop him!
Come on!
I've seen him play
in many epic matches,
but never as heroically as against Brazil.
.. Bobby Moore.
Bobby Moore is there to stop him.
Moore is there!
Here's Pele now.
Bobby Moore stops him.
Pele was impressed enough to kiss him and say...
Of course Bobby's disappointed
that England had gone out to West Germany,
especially after such high hopes of keeping the Cup,
but that doesn't change the fact that...
Hey, chin up.
I still feel it in my guts, I mean... - Yes.
But you played magnificently.
Honestly, the papers are full of praise.
Especially for the game against Brazil.
When I played, what was it, 'heroically'?
You read it?
- What did you think? - Great.
Yeah? - Yeah. You really... really captured it.
Mm.
Hope it wasn't too much of a drag for you.
No, not at all.
Funny, I thought it might be, but I really enjoyed it.
I got a kick out of it, having something else to think about,
other than what I'm wearing or where I'm going for dinner.
So are we looking at the next Lois Lane? - Hardly.
But it was nice while it lasted.
I'm glad.
You look like your old self again.
And we can have a proper holiday. - Yes.
Well...
I got you a present, yeah.
Come on.
Is this a joke?
Yeah.
A bracelet!
You...
- Bobby. - Hm?
Sorry for the abruptness of this intrusion,
but we felt it was important to speak to you straightaway.
According to the source, five men, two of them armed,
are involved in a plot to kidnap Mrs Moore and the children
for a ransom of £10,000.
We're taking this threat very seriously,
so we'd like to put in place round-the-clock protection for you and the family.
There'll be nine officers, working in threes, in eight-hour shifts.
Thank you. That's a huge relief.
Where will you stay?
Here with you, Mrs Moore.
Poker? - Yeah. I knew I had some cards in here somewhere.
Lagers are here, Bobby!
- Nice one. Be down in a minute. - You've been drinking all day.
Yeah? So? - So, what will Ron say when you turn up drunk? Hm?
Has he got you on the payroll?
- Did you find the whisky? - Yeah, I've got it.
Hello? Kathy, hi. One minute.
Stay there one minute.
It's all right, it's just a friend.
They've got to listen in. Well, yeah, that's what they say.
Hiya.
Bobby?
Roberta?
Where are they?
School finished 40 minutes ago.
Bobby?
Hello!
- We got ice lollies! - Oh!
You're late. You knew I'd be worried.
Hey.
Go on, kids. Go upstairs. Go up and play. - All right.
Come on, Dean.
It's fine. They've caught the guy. It was a hoax.
- What? - So it would seem.
Well, why didn't you tell me?
You were at the shops.
Anyway, I'm pleased to be able to say we can now leave you in peace.
Come on, lads. Good day, ma'am.
Well, I'd better get packed.
Packed?
Blackpool.
FA Cup third round.
Right.
Hey, the police wouldn't be leaving if they didn't think it was safe.
It's not that, right. I want to be settled.
I don't want to have police and photographers here,
and maniacs threatening to kidnap us.
Well, you can't have it both ways.
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing.
It's all right for you. You can leave, hide in football.
Me... Me, this is all I've got.
Listen...
Things'll be back to normal soon, I promise.
So there I am, down to two men. Looking around to cross it.
He's nowhere to be seen, running up the left.
All right, lads, turn in soon.
- Big cup-tie tomorrow. - Yes, boss.
- Bobby. - Yes, boss.
Right, fancy a nightcap, lads?
- Mate's got a club round the corner. - You heard what the boss said.
Don't worry about Reverend Ron. He won't find out.
- But we've got a match tomorrow. - Oh, yeah? You seen the forecast?
The only way we'll be playing is on ice skates. Right, then.
Ooh!
Girls, come on! Come on. Do you want to meet Bobby?
- Hello, Bobby. - Hi.
Hello, mate. Yeah, it's Jimmy.
We might have a story on our hands.
'Hammers trounced in humiliating four-nil defeat.'
'Hammers smashed.'
'Astonishing indiscretion.'
'Bobby Moore and West Ham get hammered.'
I didn't think we'd be playing.
Not even Georgie Best could've caused a bigger splash.
Young players like Clyde Best look up to you.
I put my faith in you to lead them to the pitch, not the nearest bar.
- Clyde didn't touch a drop. - Which is why he's not being punished.
- Well? What have you got to say? - Well, it's a disgrace.
Too right it is.
Club should've put a lid on it. Protected the players.
I just want you to know, if it had been up to me, you'd be out!
Right. Two week-suspension, a hundred quid fine.
Now get out of my sight!
OK...
.. the first thing you need to know is...
.. yes, there were girls, but nothing happened, right?
I swear.
Sorry. They've...
They've been in the car.
Please, Tina.
Talk to me.
Shout at me, rage, scream...
I don't know what you're thinking.
Now you know how it feels.
I thought: success, money, fame...
.. I thought it can't touch us.
We were solid.
We knew our roots.
You have to believe me. I would never cheat on you.
- Never. - It's not even about that.
It's about us.
All the crazy stuff that's happened,
I could deal with it, if we faced it together.
But instead you run off, hide in football and booze
and I'm left here wondering what it's all for.
I love you.
Are you drunk?
Something's changed.
You've changed.
Drinking before a match!
You'd have never have done that before.
I didn't think we'd be playing.
You gambled.
You used to be so disciplined.
Took pride in leading your team out every week.
Inspiring younger players, not leading them astray.
- What's happened to you, Bobby? - I don't know.
Itchy feet, I guess.
Ron...
Do you know, he never once says, 'Well played'?
Not once. That sort of thing would get to any man.
- Right, any man! - What about me?
Where do I fit into all this?
- What do you mean? You're my wife. - Wake up, Bobby!
Something's got to change or...
Or what?
Tina, you don't mean that.
I can make it up to you.
How?
- Hey, no. - No!
Not tonight.
You're on the sofa.