All language subtitles for Ted.Lasso_.S03E07

Mush!

Now, that's a cup of coffee. It's strong.

Good though.

I got you something.

Ooh. I love somethings.

What is this?

Sense and Sensibility.
Oh, I love this book.

I loved the movie more though.

Wait, is this, like,
a first edition or something?

- Yep. And it's signed.
- No.

"Keeley, you go girl! Jane Austen."

Did you destroy a priceless artifact
just to make me laugh?

One, it wasn't priceless.
It was actually very expensive.

Two, I can get very jealous,
and I hate the idea of you regifting that.

And three, no, I didn't. That is all her.

And she really wants you to "go girl,"
so... you better go girl.

Oh, I'll go. Watch me.

Come here. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, Cindy. How are you? Good.

How you doing, brother? You okay?

- Good morning, Faridah.
- Oh, morning, Sam.

Okay. I have a favor to ask.

- Hmm.
- Do we have an open table on Friday night?

Oh, you're being serious? No.

The restaurant is booked for months.
The waiting list is a lie we tell people.

O-Okay. We have a very special guest
coming, so I need a "Ray Liotta" for one.

I'll take care of it, take care of it.

You're the best.

- Okay. Thank you.
- Oh. Fuck you!

- If you will excuse me.
- Mm-hmm.

- Is everything okay in here?
- I don't know.

- Is everything okay in here?
- Yes, Chef!

- Everything's fine.
- So who were you talking to?

- Brinda Barot.
- And was she here?

No, poo poo head.

A refugee boat's coming in,

and our home secretary
wants to send them away.

- Why would she do that?
- Because she's the devil.

- Right?
- Yes, Chef!

Okay, listen. Brinda Barot sucks for sure,

but, Simi,
it's way too early to be this angry.

Maybe you should start drinking
coffee again. It's better for your heart.

Why are you here?

Is there a photo shoot
for Footballer Passion Project Magazine,

or something?

No, I just stopped by
to make sure everything was okay.

Everything is perfect.

Mm-hmm. What about the spoons?

They don't match.

Samuel, if the food is good, which it is,
no one cares about the spoons.

- Am I right?
- Yes, Chef!

You know, just...
My father is coming this weekend.

So... Fuck. And I just...
I want everything to be perfect.

He's coming all the way from Nigeria.

Hmm. If this bitch lets him in.

All right, fellas, focus up here.

Right about now,
Roy's gonna make things dark...

so that Coach Beard here
can shed some light. Coach.

At the 1974 World Cup,

the tiny country of the Netherlands
came out of nowhere

and made it all the way
to the World Cup Final,

playing the home team,
heavily favored Germany.

Those Dutch hippies scored before
the Germans even touched the ball.

Yeah, but Holland lost that game.

Correct. But along the way, they won
the hearts of fans all around the world

with a style of play... dare I say,
a philosophy... called Total Football.

Which, coincidentally, Coach dreamed up

in a barbecue-sauce-related hallucination
just last week.

No, it's true. But hey, it's not about me.
Go on, keep shining.

The best player on that team

and the godfather of Total Football
was this guy.

Can anyone tell me who this is?

That's Tim Robinson
from I Think You Should Leave.

No. It is Dutch football legend,
Johan Cruyff.

It's pronounced Cruijff.

My apologies. With Total Football,

- Johan Cruijff...
- That's it.

...took his small club Ajax
to three straight European titles.

Now, he later became a coach,
first at Ajax,

and then he took Total Football
to Barcelona,

where he won the Spanish championship
four years in a row.

Now a central cog of that team
was an industrious

but brilliant midfielder
named Josep Guardiola.

AKA Pep.

Look at that head of hair.

God had to take it away

- just to balance things out, you know?
- Hmm.

Pep became a coach as well,
honing his own version of Total Football

that he took to Barcelona
and Bayern Munich,

eventually landing
at our great white whale, Manchester City.

Where he briefly coached
a very talented young player...

until that beautiful dum-dum quit
to go do a reality show.

I was robbed!

Total Football is about constant movement.
Players are no longer in set positions.

Defenders are free to attack.
Attackers are trusted to defend.

It's about taking risks
and supporting each other's choices.

Like when your friend wears something new
and outside his comfort zone,

and instead of ignoring it,
everybody pays him a compliment.

By the way, great hat, Ash.

Oh, yeah.

- It's pretty sweet. Hmm.
- Yeah, it frames his face nicely.

Exactly. Total Football is about
letting go of your baggage

and trusting your intuition.

It's jazz. It's Motown. It's Mamet.
It's Pinter. It's Einstein.

It's Keurig. It's Gaga!

It's my mother proudly displaying
her vibrator on the bedside table!

It's about throwing off the constraints
put upon you by society and by yourselves!

We all know football is life.

But a beautiful life...

is Total Football.

That's good. That's you right there.

Give it up, that's Coach.

All right, fellas, we wanted y'all to know

a little bit about the history
of Total Football,

because that's what we're gonna
start playing here.

- What? No. No, no, no, wait. What?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oi! You turn those frowns upside down
'cause we're fucking doing this.

We're gonna drill it, we're gonna train it
and then in a couple of months,

we're taking Total Football
to the fucking pitch.

No, actually we're gonna do it
this Saturday against Arsenal.

- Well, that's fucking mental.
- No, it'll be fine.

Oh, hush your butts!

Hush your butt! Let's go. come on.

No, no, no. Ah, cool it.
It's gonna be fine. I don't wanna hear it.

- Let's go, come on!
- I hear butts!

Hush your butt, hush your butt,
hush your butt. Gotta hush them butts.

Isaac, come on, be a captain.
Get that butt hushed.

I don't wanna hear it, Van Damme.
Hush your butt.

Oh, Ms. Jones, we have a problem. The...
Oh, no, wait, actually, no, we don't.

Sorry, sort of force of habit
or something.

- Um, I'm just dropping this off.
- Thank you.

Oh. That's...
That's very lovely. Oh, may I?

Yeah, of course, go.

Oh. I never would've, uh,
thought that you liked books.

Uh, I mean, um,
that you collect first editions.

Oh, no, I don't.
That was a gift from Jack.

Oh, wow. What a very nice gift
to receive. From your boss.

She's not really my boss, right?
She's helping me execute my vision.

Oh, it must be nice to have
such a... a generous friend that, um,

delivers expensive gifts
to your place of work.

No, no. She gave it to me this morning
when we had breakfast together.

Coffee. We had, um...
We had a coffee together.

At a coffee shop.
But we didn't arrive together.

We came from sep... separate places,
and we met there.

She was late actually.

Well, I had a warm yogurt
on the tube in my pajamas.

You take the tube in your pajamas?

Yeah, sometimes, yes.
When I want to beat the rush.

And, um... And then I just get changed
in the... in the toilets when I get here.

Ooh. Smart.

- Ms. Jones.
- Barbara.

- Hey, Siri.
- Yes, Wunderkind?

Um, could you set a reminder
for tomorrow at 7:00 p.m.

for Nicole's birthday dinner? Thank you.

Okay, your reminder
is set for tomorrow at 7:00.

- Siri.
- Yes, Wunderkind?

How can you tell if a girl likes you
or is just being nice to you?

You can't.

So now I'm starting to get
all these subtle, little hints from Jane.

Like, certain magazines left
on the coffee table

and always hearing about her friends
who are doing it.

Well, marriage is a big commitment,
you know?

No, I'm talking about pegging.

Oh. Well, still.

Wait, what magazines?

- Here you go, lads.
- Thanks, Mae.

- You okay, Mae?
- No.

We win, this place is packed.
We lose, it's like this.

I actually prefer it. You can finally hear
yourself think in here.

Fuck off.

Hmm.

Hey, Lasso. We wanted to apologize.

- What for?
- For getting all soft on you.

Yeah, we humanized you
and lost all objectivity.

Main reason why farmers
don't name their livestock.

And why we don't learn the names
of Baz's brother's girlfriends anymore.

Because he's a male whore.

Exactly.
So we're gonna backslide a little bit.

Now what the fuck are you doing
to our team, wanker?

- Okay.
- You... Well... N-Now, hold on,

hold on, hold on, Coach.

Well, I tell you what, fellas.

Why don't you come watch
training tomorrow? See for yourselves.

We ain't running a chocolate factory
or Deutsche Bank.

We got nothing to hide from y'all.
See you tomorrow?

Yeah. You will.

What?

- Should I wear a suit?
- I'm definitely gonna take a shower.

- I mean, gotta do that. Yeah, definitely.
- Yeah.

Coach, you sure it's smart
to invite fans to our practices?

It's their team. We're just borrowing it
for a little while. You know?

Anyway...

I guess marriage and pegging
aren't really that different.

Yeah, it's all about compromise.

- There he is!
- God! Sorry.

The hottest coach in the league!

Thank you.

I won a lot of money off your lot.
So, keep it up. Please.

Table for one?

Um, no, I thought I'd... Just passing.
Uh, is Jade working today? Do you know?

No, she's off Tuesdays.
She goes to school.

Or feeds her mum.
I don't listen, so I don't really know.

Okay.
Well, um, just say that I said hello.

Um... Actually, you know what,
don't... don't say anything. Um...

Actually, no, do.
Uh, say, if you, um, uh, y...

No. Just don't say anything.
Unless she asks after me.

In which case, just say that I said hello.

- And why would she ask after you?
- Exactly. I don't kn...

Um, thank you, uh, Derek.

Thank you. Bye. Um, uh, yes, no,
just... Yeah.

All right.

- Hey, Trent.
- Hello, Ted.

- Hey, Ted!
- Hey, fellas!

The fuck are they doing here?

I don't know. Ask Beard,
he's the one who invited them.

All right, my Merry Pranksters.

If we're gonna play Total Football,
there are four things we need to focus on.

All right? Number one, conditioning.
Y'all gotta get into even better shape.

Number two, versatility.
Number three, awareness.

And number four...

I don't know what that one is yet.
But I know it's important.

Starting today, we're gonna have
to turn things up a notch around here.

So I'ma hand it over
to your drill instructor,

Sergeant Roy Kent.

Whistle! On your feet, maggots!

Right.

Today you're gonna run
from end to end to end to end.

But lucky for you, I'm in a good mood.

So you've only gotta do that
for the whole fucking practice.

Whistle.

- Why doesn't he just use a whistle?
- He's allergic to metal.

Football stars, they're just like us.

Run!

You sure you don't want a plastic whistle?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Ooh, cute flowers.
- Aw, thanks.

Yeah, daisies are my favorite.

- Huh. And I thought I was.
- Wait!

Why'd you do that?

Shit, you're right, yeah.

- No. Off. On. On?
- Keeley. Keeley.

- On or off? Off? On or off?
- Keeley. Keeley, s...

- On? On. Do you want it on or off?
- Keeley. Keeley.

- On or off? Off? On? Off or on?
- Stop. Give it... Give it to me. Thank you.

- What's going on?
- I'm sorry.

I am just not built
for a secret office romance.

I'm used to everyone
knowing everything about me.

Barbara saw the book that you gave me,

and, uh, I didn't think that I could
tell her that we were dating,

because I don't want us to get in trouble.

We can't get into trouble
'cause we are two consenting adults.

And I'm get-away-with-murder rich, so...

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Like who else? Name names.
- Everyone connected to Epstein.

Keeley, I don't care if people
in the office know we're dating, do you?

No, of course not. I just didn't know
how serious you were about this.

Come with me.

Okay.

Hey, everyone. Uh, quick announcement.

Keeley and I are dating.

And it's... it's brand-new,
but I'm serious about it.

And so both of us just wanted to let you
all know so that there were no secrets.

'Cause it's... it's all good.
I'm not crazy. She's not crazy.

You're not crazy, right?

Neither of us are crazy.

But, if any of you have
any issues or concerns about this at all,

please do not hesitate to come
and speak to me or Keeley or Barbara.

Cool?

Cool.

And congratulations, Jack and Keeley.

- Love is love, I... Right.
- No, that's enough, Dan. Thank you.

This is some of the best puking
I've ever seen.

Yeah, me too. And we spend
most of our lives at the pub.

All right. Nice job, gentlemen.
Okay, that's it for today.

Now we scrimmage!

Honestly, my jacket's still a bit canal-y.

It's really bad. Mmm.

Okay, so, you never got his name?

And you never told him yours?

Yeah, see,
that part's not that weird to me.

If you really didn't have sex
with the guy, now that is fucking bonkers.

Look, what we shared, it just...

It transcended sex. It was...

- Magic.
- Gezellig.

But, yeah, I would've liked
to have seen his penis.

- Oh! It is so good to see you.
- Oh, you too.

- It has been way too long.
- Hmm.

Because I've lost you to another woman.

- I know. I'm sorry.
- Oh, I am joking.

So come on. How's it going?

- Oh, it is great. I mean, she is so cool.
- Mmm.

She's smart. Super foxy.

- Mmm.
- She's an amazing gift-giver.

Oh, my God, and the way she proclaimed
our relationship to the entire office.

It was so fucking hot.

Mmm. I think she might be
love bombing you.

- She's "love what-ing" me?
- Love bombing.

That's when you're bombarded
with expensive gifts and trips

and grand gestures of love.

They call it love bombing.

- Who does?
- I don't know. They do.

Those "they" out there that name stuff.

But what I do know is that
on my second date with Rupert...

- Second date...
- Hmm.

He took me to a car showroom
and said, "Which one do you want?"

- Oh, I would fucking love that.
- Oh.

What did you do?

Well, I asked him if he was referring
to the cars or the beautiful saleswomen

suddenly tripping over themselves
to help us.

And?

I drove home in a bloody lovely Jaguar,
of course.

It just felt nice to be taken care of
for once.

Mmm.

Look,

I'm not saying that Jack is like Rupert.

But sometimes shiny things can tarnish.

I think it's fine.

Okay, good. Good.

Just trust yourself.

I ignored so many red flags in my past.

Yeah. Well, maybe we're love blind?

Ooh, love blind. What's that?

It's an emotional version of
color blindness where a person interprets

red flags as giant green,
just-fucking-go-for-it flags.

- Did you come up with that?
- Yeah, I did.

Oh, my God. You're one of those
"they" that name stuff.

- Shit, I think I might be.
- I think you might be.

Oh, sorry, excuse me.
Could we get the bill, please? Thank you.

Actually, the bill was already
taken care of by Jack.

She said she hopes
you both enjoyed your meal.

What a massive surprise.

- Wow, yeah.
- What?

Well, then I think we ought to have
some tiramisu. Don't you?

- Definitely. Mm-hmm.
- Oh, and, uh, two bottles

of the '34 Château Cheval Blanc
Saint-Emilion Premier Grand Cru to go.

And one for yourself. Mmm.

Happy birthday, Mum.

Ooh, wow.

I love it.

Well, it was my vision,
but Uncle Nate made it happen.

- Ah.
- She was actually quite specific. So...

Thank you, cheeky. Thanks, Nate.

Let's have a look, love. It's lovely.

So, come on.

You're the hottest coach
in the Premier League,

which makes me
the coolest lawyer in the firm.

Please tell me you're hooking up
with girls left and right.

Okay, I... I don't think this kind of talk
is appropriate for a young lady.

- Who wants ice cream?
- I do.

Great. Let's go to the corner shop.

Ali, come with us.
Let them have their girl talk.

Come on, love. See you in a little bit.

Bye.

Okay, tell me everything.

Uh, okay. Well, there's this girl I like.

- Uh, she's the hostess at Taste of Athens.
- Ooh, mmm.

Uh, she used to hate me, um, but now she...

Well... Well, I... I don't know.

I've misread signals
from women before, but...

I mean, how do you tell if a girl
likes you or is just being nice to you?

You can't.

But there is one surefire way to find out.

- Right.
- Ask her out.

No, I can't... No, I can't...
Can't do that. No.

Come on, what is the worst
that could happen?

Well, that she laughs
in my face and says no.

And that I scurry away, humiliated,

never to be allowed
in my favorite restaurant ever again.

So that next time we have
some kind of family celebration,

I'll just have to, you know,
sit on the pavement outside

eating takeaway fish and chips,

watching you through the window
like some Dickensian street urchin.

Oh, my God.

He's just like Dad.
You have to show him the map.

No, your father would kill me.

- Show him the map.
- What map?

Your father and I went
to school together for years,

but I didn't think he even knew I existed,
until he gave me this.

"Distance between the places
that we were born, 4,125 miles.

Distance between the places
that we were raised, 4,230 miles.

Distance between
our dorms on campus, 1.3 miles.

Distance between us on Friday night
at 8:00 p.m., hopefully one foot.

Would you like to go on a date?"

Stop waiting, Nathan.

Yes, you could fail and be embarrassed
for a second.

But you could also get married,
have two wonderful children

and live happily ever after.

- Oh, shit.
- We're back.

Quick, distract him.

That is carrying
a large group of refugees,

including several women and children,
who are hoping to claim asylum in the UK.

What's going on?

In Portsmouth.

The boat is now kilometers
from Portsmouth Harbor,

where its passengers, dozens of refugees,
hope to find sanctuary.

Hundreds of supporters
await their arrival.

While others, such as Home Secretary
Brinda Barot, had this to say.

To anyone attempting to enter
our country illegally, I say this.

"Go home. Britain is closed."

Over the last few days...

- What a stupid idiot. Mmm.
- What a piece of shit.

You know, someone needs
to send her back to where she came from.

- Her mother's butthole. Right?
- Yes, Chef!

Or somebody could try and speak
to the better angels

of this clearly misguided person.

- Bitch.
- What?

It should say, "Help make Britain
better than this bitch."

I... I think I'll stick with mine.

Yeah.

- Hi.
- Hello there.

Nate.

Um, there's something that I wanted
to ask you. Um, would you...

Excuse me one m-moment.

So... So sorry. Sorry.

Actually, there's, uh, one thing
I need to do first. Sorry.

Whistle. Whistle. Bring it in.

All right, fellas.
How y'all feeling?

Oh.

Ah.

Bumbercatch,
did you just puke whole Cheerios?

Yes, Coach. I like to eat my breakfast
without chewing.

To conserve my energy in case
an impending class war breaks out.

Yeah, no, makes sense. I get it. Yeah.

Uh, all right, gentlemen,
today we are gonna focus on versatility.

Now, in Total Football,
you gotta constantly be asking yourself,

"What does this situation need right now?"

You know, do I need to drop back
and replace Jan Maas on defense?

Or... Or, you know,
should I attack like Jamie?

Or, you know, or do I lend Roy here
a piece of gum

because his breath smells like dookie?

Completely hypothetical.
Don't worry. You're fine, you're fine.

All right? You gotta be able to jump in
anywhere at any time.

And the way to do that well
is to understand

and appreciate everyone's position
and every position's function.

That's why we got our man, Beard,
replacing Will today as our kitman.

Yeah. So when we get out here
and we scrimmage,

y'all are gonna be swapping positions
with someone else. Yeah?

Uh, for example, you know, Isaac,
we're gonna move you up to forward.

And Dani, we're gonna drop you
back to defense. Got it?

I'm gonna be Dani Rojas?

That's right, Isaac.
And Dani is gonna be you. Make sense?

We're gonna fuck 'em up, bruv.

Ay, Dios mios.

Y'all don't need to do the voices.

- Aw! Come on.
- Okay, all right. Y'all can do the voices.

Yeah.

You go ahead, Roy. Help 'em out here.

Roy's gonna be handing out paper
that's got someone's name on it.

That's the name of the person
you're gonna do the swaparoo with.

- Everybody understand?
- Yes, Coach.

All right, good. Coach, I miss anything?

- That's it, baby. Let's go!
- All right, let's do it. You heard him.

Here we go, boys. Here we go.

- There you go, Coach.
- Oh. Thank you, Coach.

Hey, Coach.
Uh, there's been a mistake. I got me.

Oh, no, Jamie, that's not a mistake.

We just figured you'd wanna keep doing
what you do best for us.

Playing striker and scoring goals, right?

Uh, yeah.

- Yeah, uh, if you want, yeah.
- Great.

- Okay.
- Have fun out there.

Yeah.

That is yummy. What is this?

- Water.
- Mmm.

- I'm wide.
- Let's go! Let's go!

Nice try, Van Damme.
You tried your best, and we love you.

Baz, what are you doing?

I'm switching positions with Paul.

You know, unwavering positivity.

Nice job with the water bottles,
Coach Beard.

You fucking twats!

I don't like it.
I actually prefer to be me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up. Hold up.

Dani. Come on, now.
You're a center back, remember?

That ain't your job taking corners.
That's what Isaac does now.

- Right. Right, Coach.
- Isaac, come on, man. You're up.

- All right, Isaac.
- Let's go.

- You've got this, bruv.
- All right, now.

Coach,
I ain't never taken a corner before.

No, I know. That's 'cause
you were put into a box, Isaac.

As a ten-year-old little boy with the
strength and facial hair of a grown man.

The box of a center back who was
never allowed to take a corner kick.

Well, my friend,
that box ceases to exist today.

Yeah? Go on.

What do you want me to do?

I don't know.
Just kick the hell out of it.

Okay.

Ow, ho... hot! Hot tea. Ow.

Just a bit outside.

Ted. I just want to make sure
I have this right.

You're gonna change tactics
at this stage in the season

and replace it with a totally new method

that the boys are clearly struggling
to understand.

And you think this is a good idea?

Mmm. Well, Trent, the way I see it,

it's kind of like taking a hike
with Robert Frost.

It could go either way. Hmm?

- Get the fuck out of my chair.
- Yeah, no, of course. Sorry.

Oh, my God.

Okay, Greyhounds. Today we're talking
about number three, awareness.

When you play Total Football,

you gotta know what your teammates
are doing at all times.

Constant movement requires
constant concentration, yeah?

So if Sam makes a run through the center,
y'all gotta shift, right?

And if Dani moves back on defense,
that means what?

Hell has frozen over?

No, it means you've gotta move up

and support Dani's choice.

Okay, any questions so far?

Uh, yeah, Coach.
What's with the red string?

Ah, great question.

In Japanese culture,
they have a myth where they believe

that all soulmates are connected
by an invisible red string.

And those strings are attached to each
of their little fingers. Hmm?

Okay, so why is it tied around our dicks?

Yeah.

Yeah. Well, you know, that was Roy's idea.

Uh, but I'm pretty sure
the thought behind it is that

it is nearly impossible to not be
fully aware of what your teammate's doing

when y'all got a rope
tied around your dingdong.

Am I right about that, Roy?

Yeah. Something like that.

Okay, great. Uh, yeah.

So we gonna get after this right now,
gonna do a full scrimmage at half speed.

And I don't wanna see
them strings get too loose.

And I'll leave it up to y'all
to make sure they don't get too tight.

Do not leave my side.

Shall we?

"Dicks" on three.
One, two, three.

- Dicks.
- Come on, let's move.

Figure it out! This is what we're doing.

Ow, ow, ow, ow.

- Fucking hell. Look at me, man.
- Ow!

I'm attacking. I'm attacking.

I'm defending. I'm defending.

Whoa. Ja... Ja... Jan!
Jan, Jan, Jan, Jan, Jan, Jan!

Look what Kent gave me.
In case we wanted to...

- No.
- No fucking way.

- You wanna give him a little space, Dani.
- Sorry, Coach, I am too scared.

Bro, do you wanna...

Ooh.

It's okay. His penis is okay.

Oh, my God.

I thought I just ripped Jamie's knob off.

Ooh.

Oh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry about that.

Okay.

Hi!

Hi.

Oh, sorry that I am late.

I'm in no rush. I got you something.

I don't want it.

Sorry.

I'm sure whatever it is, it is incredibly
thoughtful and mind-blowingly generous.

But I don't want it.

- Keeley, I just got you a...
- No, I don't even wanna know what it is.

No. I just wanna hang out one time

where it doesn't feel
like you're sweeping me off my feet.

Okay.
Sorry for sweeping you off your feet.

No. Hey, I didn't mean...

No, no. It's okay. I get it.
It's, uh, absolutely what I'm doing.

I'm coming on too fast or too strong,
I'm... I'm sorry. I'll back off.

But just a little bit.

It was a croissant. I got you a croissant.

Oh.

Oi. You're incredible.

But you've gotta let me do something
for you every once in a while.

Deal.

Thank you.

But it better be fucking amazing.

It's the last one, I s... I swear.

Verdict?

It's a really, really good croissant.

Would you like to go on a date with me?

Yes.

Good. Good.

There wasn't anything alive in there,
was there?

Oh, no. No, no. No, not at all.

If you say so.

There you go, sir.

I've given this a lot of thought.

Next time we do this drill, we tie
multiple guys' dicks to one guy's dick.

Yeah?

That was a one-shot deal, Roy.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
we cooked that whole bird already, Coach.

Huh. Shame.

- So, Ted.
- Hmm?

- This number four.
- Yes, sir.

- You haven't said what it is yet.
- No, ma'am.

- But you know what it is?
- I don't actually. Mm-mmm.

- What about you, Coach?
- I'm agnostic.

- Mm-hmm. Roy?
- I don't fucking know.

Number four has yet to reveal itself.

There is no number four?

Like the man once said,

"Sometimes you gotta leave space
to let God walk into the room."

Ah. So, number four is God?

Oh, no. I don't think so. Coach?

- I'm an atheist.
- Mm-hmm. Roy?

- I fucking hope not.
- Mmm.

Oi, man, you're ten minutes late,
yeah? That's gonna be a hundo, all right?

The fuck's wrong with you?

I'll tell you what's wrong.

The world is full of evil people
who do shitty things.

But I can't deal with that because I have
to kick a little ball around.

W-Which those same people love me for!

That is until I fuck up
or... or I miss a penalty.

Or... Or... Or I...
I decide to fight back...

And then they're just gonna wanna
ship me back wherever I fucking came from.

Samuel!

It's okay.

You know, I still want to go see it.

No. No, no, no.
I... I can't take you there.

No. Not the way it looks now.

Do you know
how long it will take you to reopen?

I don't know if I will.

- Samuel.
- What?

W-Why? For who? Just so
somebody can go and trash it again.

You do it for yourself.

For your friend Simi.

For all those people who want
a taste of home when they are away.

Follow your heart, Samuel.

Anger will only weaken you.

Yeah. Okay.

But if you really want to piss off
the people who did this,

forgive them.

What?

- Forgive them.
- Big whoop.

- Big whoop?
- Big whoop.

My son, listen to me.

Don't fight back. Fight forward.

Thank you, Daddy.

Do you think I should invest
in security cameras?

Hell yes. And gates.

Please tell me you have insurance.

I have insurance.

Thank God. Otherwise,
your mother would have killed me.

Ooh.

- Are you gonna have any trouble?
- No. Insurance!

Hey. I'm sorry to interrupt y'all.

Um, Sam,
we're getting ready to start out there.

But, you know, if you wanna sit out today,
I totally understand.

- Thank you, Coach.
- No, he's going to practice.

- Okay. Well, you better go change then.
- I'm getting ready to change.

Uh-huh. Okay.

It's really nice to finally meet you, sir.

You too.

You know,
I almost wore that exact same thing today.

Funny guy. Funny guy.

- Hey, you like American candy?
- Who doesn't?

Yeah. Come on. It's got that bad sugar.

- Yeah. High-fructose corn syrup.
- That's too many words. I say "bad sugar."

At the beginning, Rupert bought me
so many tulips for so long,

- his florist was able to buy a castle.
- What?

I mean, it was in Scunthorpe, but still.
A castle.

- Well, I'm taking Jack out tonight.
- Mmm.

And if she tries to pay,
then I will give her...

You'll give her what?

Just the tip?

- Hello, everyone.
- Hello, Leslie.

May I present...

Mr. Obisanya. Ah.

Rebecca Welton.
Lovely to finally meet you.

Likewise.
Samuel has told me so much about you.

Has he?

Yes. He... He has.

Cool.

Oh, yeah! Come on, you Greyhounds!

- Whoo!
- Let's go Richmond!

I'm Keeley, by the way. Hi.

Hey. Let's... Let's go, Greyhounds.

Come on.

- Bumber! Bumber! Shot!
- Push, man!

Bumber! No.

Richmond have been mired
in a run of poor form,

and you have to applaud Ted Lasso's
efforts to try something new. But this...

What's the word I'm looking for, Chris?

"Sucks," Arlo. The word is "sucks."

It's like they've never
played the sport before.

Good grief,
they're tackling themselves now.

With Richmond literally running
into each other,

the Gunners mount a counterattack.

Here's a through ball to Parslow.
Parslow over to Hamilton...

And he's there!

Hamilton has his hat trick,
and Arsenal leads 3-nil.

Fuck!

Okay.

It's all right.

It's over.
We're gonna get relegated again,

and I'm gonna have to go back
to filling the sausages with cardboard.

Patience, Mae.

Just need to give it some time.

Ask yourself,
what does this situation need?

And at the half,
Arsenal have a three-goal lead,

and Richmond have plenty to talk about.

Yeah, with fun conversation
starters like, "Why are we so bad?"

or "Should we just go home?"

Jamie, you keep floating back, mate.

You gotta stay up front.

We need you to stretch the defense.

We need you to score a fucking goal.

But how can we
when we can't see anyone out there.

There's no shame
in going back to the good old 4-4-2.

Until we've had more time
to properly train.

Make you look like a prick.

For fuck's sake.
What's the matter with you anyway?

Hey, fellas. Lis... Listen up here.

Well, I remember back in the early days
of my coaching career,

feeling compelled
to express my individuality.

Since I was a straight fella
in Middle America working in sports

and I was scared of tattoo needles,

the only real option for me to do so
was through my facial hair.

And, uh,
obviously I couldn't grow a beard.

Otherwise, Coach and I here would,
uh, look like a ZZ Top cover band.

- Would've been called "Sharp Dressed Men."
- Ooh, that's nice.

God,
I hate what you've fucking done to me.

Luckily, around that time there was
this quartet of stand-up comedians

known as the Blue Collar Comedy Tour.

And along with their observational humor,
fun banter and numerous catchphrases,

they also possessed
the four most common types of facial hair.

Now, Ron White, who was my favorite,
he was clean-shaven.

That's one way to go.

But then you had Larry the Cable Guy, and
he had himself a big old, bushy goatee.

And Bill Engvall,
he also had a goatee actually.

But it was, um, you know,
smaller and, uh, more manicured.

Not touching the sides here.

- Also known as a Vandyke.
- Thank you, Coach.

And then you had Jeff Foxworthy of course,
who, uh, had a mustache.

So, check it out.
I went ahead and rolled the dice

and grew myself one of them big,
bushy Cable Guy goatees.

And I thought I looked great.

Until Coach Beard here took me aside,

right as I was about
to walk down the aisle,

and told me something I needed to hear.
Remember what you said to me?

"Your goatee makes it look like
you ate out bigfoot's butthole."

That's right.

- AKA "ass-squatch."
- You're on fire.

- Make it stop.
- No, no.

Coach was right though.
Not a good look. Not on this face.

So I shaved that puppy down right
into a Foxworthy, and I never looked back.

Point is, a lot of times

the right idea is just sitting behind
a couple of the wrong ones.

- Yeah?
- Hmm.

You got something you wanna say, Jamie?

- Uh, I mean, yeah. But...
- Great. Let us have it.

Well... I don't want people
to think I'm being a prick if I say it.

Ah.

Okay. Well, then.

I ain't doing it wrong.

- You're doing it wrong.
- Whoa!

I mean... I mean... No, I mean,
I think we're all doing it wrong.

If we want this to work,

you gotta stop going to me
and start playing through me. You get me?

Uh, look. Just look. Look.

- Can I? Do you mind if I... Right.
- Yeah, of course.

So look, I sh... I shouldn't be here.
I shouldn't be playing forward.

I should be here, in the center.

I should be here, right?
Let Dani go up front.

Move Colin over there. Richard there.

So, stop going to me, right?
And start going through me. All right?

That's Total Football.

How's that sound to y'all?

That actually... actually works.

And there it is. Número cuatro. Sacrifice.

Putting aside personal glory
on behalf of the team.

Ooh. I like that.
But that ain't number four.

- Let's bring it in! Come on.
- Let's go for "four" on three.

- One, two, three...
- Four!

The Greyhounds still 3-nil down,
in this second half.

They need something,
and they need it soon.

Arsenal's cross, easy for Van Damme.
And Van Damme out to Jan Maas.

Here we go.

Here's Dixon. Infield to Tartt.

Tartt to Obisanya. Over to Hughes.

Tartt again.

- To McAdoo in the midfield.
- Oh.

- Ooh.
- Over to Rojas.

Rojas drops it back to Tartt.

Who sends a long ball down to Bumbercatch.

- Huh?
- Bumbercatch to Goodman.

- Goodman over to Tartt...
- Yeah.

In the box.

Old Tartt with the back heel.

And Montlaur is there to hammer it in!

That was bloody gorgeous!

A majestic, sweeping symphony of a goal
with Tartt in the role of conductor.

Hey! All right!

- That's it right there.
- There we go. There we go!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Arsenal prevails 3-1.

But for the first time in weeks,
the Greyhounds are showing signs of life.

Ted.

It's going to work.

- Great. What is?
- Total football.

- Okay. Why?
- And I'll tell you why.

The Lasso way.

- You haven't switched tactics in a week.
- I haven't?

- No. You've done this over three seasons.
- I have?

Yes. By slowly but surely building
a club-wide culture of trust and support

through thousands
of imperceptible moments,

all leading to
their inevitable conclusion.

- Total Football.
- Well, how about that.

It's gonna work.

Doesn't even matter what number four is.

What a fucking dork.

Yeah. But he's our dork.

Hmm.

Hey.

- Hi.
- All right to sit?

Oh, of course. Yeah, um, take a seat.

Thank you.

Wow. Uh, you look great.
Thank you for coming.

- Thank you for coming?
- You know...

Did you think
I was gonna stand you up?

No, no, no. Um, do you want a drink?
Sorry, I ordered.

- No, that's fine.
- Just got nervous. Um...

Please. Here we are, and there you go.

Best table in the house.
As requested.

You little love bomber.

I know it's not the outcome you wanted,

but I'm very proud of the way
you and your team played today.

Thanks, Dad.

Ah. And I met Rebecca.

- Oh, no. Did you make things weird?
- Yes.

- Do you want to go and see the restaurant?
- I would love to.

I don't know, Dad, I wish...

I wish you could've seen it
when it was done up. It was perfect.

This looks nice.

- Daddy, it's not the same.
- It isn't so bad.

Yo, look who's here.

- Oh!
- Hey.

Ah, the surprise is ruined.

What are you guys doing here?

Well, we all just asked ourselves,
"What does this situation need?"

And we thought your situation needed us.

Yeah, got my cousin to fix
your window this morning.

Didn't get a discount though,
'cause he's a prick.

And I brought some cases of wine
from my personal cellar.

Not the best stuff obviously,
but still very, very good.

And Bumbercatch
is trying to fix your sign.

Neon signs are just a bunch
of illuminated, gas-discharge tubes.

So I thought I'd give it a shot.
Screwdriver.

Guys, this is incredible.
H-Honestly.

Thank you all so very much.

- Aw, we got you, man.
- No worries.

- Great work, Van Damme.
- Simi.

Sam.

Oh, my God.

- Was this your idea?
- No, they called me.

- It's amazing, right?
- It's... It's...

Oh! Uh, there's somebody
I'd love for you to meet.

- Okay.
- Simi, this is my father.

So very nice to meet you, Simi.
Sam has told me so much about you.

- Hmm. Has he?
- Yes, he has.

Well,
it's lovely to meet you too, Mr. Obisanya.

No, no, no, no, no. My father
was Mr. Obisanya. Call me Ola.

Whoo!

Oh. Uh, don't worry.
I'll order the new mirrors on Monday.

No. No. Let's keep them.

I think they serve as a good reminder that
everything doesn't have to be perfect.

And if the food is good,
who cares about the mirrors?

Exactly.

Speaking of, who's hungry?

Yes!

Good. So I will cook you all dinner.

Sam, Simi, follow me.

Yes, Chef!

Apps are up.

Come on, let me help you, child.