Week One
VOICE ON RADIO. Man City, 2 â Tranny United, 1. Lesbian Rovers, 5 â Barely Athletic, 0.
A changing room in Hull. A bit scruffy. Benches and graffiti. A bin. Some narrow windows high up on the back wall.
Showers are through a doorway, offstage.
JOE , DANNY and LUKE are sitting down, looking a bit knackered. VIV is fuming.
Throughout the scene, everyone apart from LUKE gets changed out of kit, into clothes. LUKE just puts more clothes on.
GEOFF moonwalks on.
VIV glares. GEOFF stops.
VIV. You havenât earned that moonwalk, Beardy, and, deep down, I think you know it.
JOE. Bit harsh, Viv.
VIV. Oh is it? Very good.
JOE. He did score.
VIV. For the wrong team, Joe. The wrong fucking â
GEOFF. Still a goal.
VIV. Yes, a goal that plunged us from a respectable four-nil defeat where people go ânever mind, Viv, we all have an off-dayâ, to a humiliating five-nil defeat where people actually take you to one side and go: âViv, have you considered badminton?â
DANNY. Have you considered badminton?
VIV. Shameful. It is.
But that, that right, that is just a drop in the ocean of of of, incompetence on display by you lot today. All of you. Including me.
VIV rummages in her bag for a notepad.
Iâve made notes.
VIV picks up a football.
Right, Luke. Whatâs this?
VIV points at the football.
LUKE. Sorry?
VIV. This. What is it?
LUKE. Um. Football?
VIV gives him the football.
VIV. Iâll let that sink in.
LUKE looks at the football.
DANNY. Viv.
LUKE. No itâs. Good isnât it? Start with the, the basics.
VIV. Joe love. I know your lifeâs a steaming pile of shit at the moment, properly shit and it will be for, for a while and, this probably isnât your top priority but, thing is: you do need to work on your fitness. Weâll go jogging. Weâll start tomorrow.
JOE. Maybe.
VIV. Good. Two things, Danny: one: youâre always playing football, I remember you being really good at it. Youâre not, youâre shit. Whatâs happened? Two: thought youâre doing a course. Coaching and that.
DANNY. I am.
VIV. Whereâs the fucking, coaching then? Guidance.
DANNY. Just think thereâs a, a time and a â
VIV. The time is now. No point getting all your qualifications and that, bits of paper then standing there like a fucking, ornament. Garden gnome. Youâre an athlete, Danny. Behave like one.
DANNY. I did say I was shit in goal.
VIV. Not that shit.
Right. Beardy.
GEOFF. Here we go.
VIV. The fuck is that on your head?
GEOFF. Itâs a hat, Viv.
VIV. Donât think it belongs on a football pitch really, do you?
GEOFF. My lucky hat.
VIV. Not that lucky.
GEOFF. I did score.
VIV. For the wrong team.
GEOFF. Alright, no need to. I just. My sort of, isnât it? My thing.
VIV. Rest of us manage without a thing.
GEOFF. Rest of us manage without a bra, Viv. Not saying you should.
VIV. My braâs not dangerous. That â
GEOFF. Itâs wool.
VIV. Saw them, Geoff. Saw them yanking your tassels.
GEOFF. Only flirting.
VIV. Not flirting thatâs bloody, garotting.
GEOFF. Donât see why youâre so fussed.
VIV. Cos it looks like youâre not taking it seriously. The team.
GEOFF. Iâm not taking it seriously.
JOE. Geoff.
GEOFF. Well, Iâm not. Meant to be a laugh isnât it? I thought? Sort of, comedy team names â w...