Original subtitles

Don't worry. Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen.

That's just the Luftwaffe giving us tonight's delivery.

But we'll keep on playing no matter what those bastards do.

Keep your eyes open!

Over here!

As long as you abide by the camp rules, you will be treated decently.

Break the rules and you will be punished in accordance with the Geneva Convention.

As long as you are here, you will be put to work

in the confines of the camp, but also in local businesses

to compensate for the harshness and suffering caused by the war.

Is that clear?

Jawohl!

"Jawohl"?

What on Earth is jawohl?

On English soil, we say "yes, sir."

Yes, sir.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir!

Just in here.

Heil Hitler.

You're lucky.

We have Nazi discipline in this barrack.

Appreciate how lucky you are.

Why the grin?

Because I'm so lucky.

Toe the line or lose your luck.

Keep away from those arseholes.

Or are you one of them?

If you snore...

I'll piss on you.

- Got a fag? - Fuck off.

I haven't got any. Honest.

A paratrooper of the Odenwald Einheit.

Now, which sort?

"A", forced into jackboots at gunpoint?

"B", took a bit of persuading?

Or, "C", couldn't get enough of it?

Are you a member of the NSDAP?

Hmm?

No?

What did you get this for?

I see.

We know what your sort did.

If it was up to me...

there'd be a mass grave for you bastards out there.

Then I am happy that it is not in your hands.

We're going to have a lot of fun with you, Mr Trautmann.

Oi! Trautmann, get a move on!

I could help you earn some fags, Holthaus.

Come a bit closer, guys.

My buddy in goal...

he's certain he can save all your penalties.

Anyone who scores...

quadruples his fags!

Don't light it. I'll be winning it back.

Over to you.

Dad, I know, you've already told me.

Right, I'll go and sort this out, you stay in the car.

Ready?

Ready?

Go for it.

Not bad!

Fags, please.

- Alright, Stan? - Hey, Jack.

- How's it going? - Can't complain.

These are for the colonel's wife.

- Make sure she gets 'em. - Will do, will do.

By the way, Jack, the colonel says he'd love some cigars.

Yeah, well, they're not that easy to get hold of now.

I'll see what I can do.

Hey. That blonde lad in the goals, he's... he's not bad, is he?

He's not bad at all.

He's a bloody nightmare.

- Sergeant Smythe! - Hello, Jack.

Did you manage to get hold of any sugar?

The sugar... again?

Excuse me!

I want a go too.

Of course.

Ah, the ball!

- Have a go with me. - Shut your cake-hole.

Please show some respect for the lady.

Hey!

What on earth is your daughter doing?

Stop!

Oi!

- What you doing? - What?

Where do you think you are? In a bloody holiday camp?

Come on, we're leaving.

Can't leave you alone for a bleeding second, can I? Hey?

You know you've cost me a load of sugar.

The camp's our bread and butter. We've got a good thing going here, Margaret.

Then don't drag me out here in the first place.

- Bloody women. You're just like your mother. - And you! Trautmann.

If you wanna go back to shovelling shit, you keep this up.

Give me that fucking ball!

Move! Go on!

Move!

Back to work! Let's get a move on, come on.

Move! Come on!

What's going on?

Someone's trying to escape!

Right, get a move on!

Get dressed, get your arses out here now!

Now! Chop-chop!

Get them out here right now!

Line up! Get your arses up!

Silence!

You've surrendered.

Capitulated.

Your 1,000-year-old Reich

has ended a bit early.

So have a drink on us.

Wash the foulness from your mouths.

Now, don't start imagining you're going home any time soon.

First, we have to identify the war criminals amongst you.

And then there'll be a re-education programme for the rest of you.

You'd better watch out.

If it was up to me, gentlemen...

I wouldn't give you the steam off my own piss.

- Run! Square it! - Come on, lad!

To me feet!

- Faster! - Hit it! Hit it!

Come on, Alf, you dozy bugger! Shape up!

Fuck off!

You go in goal then!

I might as well. You couldn't catch a bloody cold, you.

If we go down, Jack, I don't think I can keep backing you.

Oh, don't give up on us yet, Mr Roberts. Don't worry, it's not as bad as it looks.

Come on, Alf!

Looks bad enough from where I'm standing.

Margaret!

See that then?

Bloody hell, I'd have stopped that with me handbag.

- D'you want me to take over for you, Alf? - Get stuffed!

- Go play with your dolls! - Oh, leave him alone, will ya?

He's got a cob on as it is.

Alfie was playing at Boyle's wedding yesterday.

Aye, but he didn't get his hangover playing trumpet.

Ryan!

Have you got your boots on the wrong feet?

- Yes! - Come on!

Your Bill is only showing off to impress ya.

If you'd just flex your wrist for him now and again, he'd leave my Alf alone.

That is, of course, if you haven't already done the dirty deed?

Betsy.

You'll be the first to know.

Oh, you puddin'! Come on, hit the bloody thing!

Ta, Dad.

Night, night, love. Have a good time.

Margaret! Make sure the lads are out of there for ten o'clock, will you?

- I want 'em nice and lively in the morning. - Dad, I'm not their nanny.

Tell 'em yourself.

Oi, oi, Jack!

- Good day. - It was.

What about them sheep then?

- What about 'em? - 30 quid.

Are these them with the golden fleece?

Oh, come on, Jack. I know you're sitting on the bones of your arse.

I'm doing you a favour.

- Look, that's worth 35 quid of anyone's money. - 35 quid, Thornton?

I'll do 20 and that's doing you a favour.

I tell you what I'll do, Jack.

If that bunch of clowns that you call a team win tomorrow, I'll do the sheep for 20.

But if they don't, it's 40.

Forty?

♪ Bringing in the sheep ♪

♪ Bringing in the sheep ♪

Arsehole.

Give us a minute, lads, will ya?

Sorry, boys. Yeah, I won't be long. Just give me a minute.

Excuse me! Sorry.

Don't wanna spoil anybody's night

but my lads need to get home, now.

I've only just got here, Jack!

Yeah, well, save yourself for next week, eh?

We've got a big match tomorrow, a really important match.

- If we lose this, we're gonna be in trouble. - Give us a break, Jack!

I hope you're gonna come and support us, everybody, but for now, lads

get home and get a good night's kip. Bill!

Come on, you're the captain. Take an example, get 'em out.

Think I have to go.

- I don't believe this... - It's a big game, love, sorry.

Right, lads, come on! Let's go! Big game tomorrow!

Alfie, come on.

Nobody gives a rat's arse whether you play the trumpet or not.

- Get yourself home. - Oi! The trumpet is the leading voice

- in the orchestra! - Yeah, Jack. Gig here to finish.

Kiss my arse.

I'll kick your arse in a minute, you stump!

I do this every Friday night.

I know you do it every Friday evening, Alfie, because every Saturday

- you've got an head full of cotton wool! - Sorry.

For once in your life, think of somebody else, will you?

- And get the fuck home. - Er, what?

- Lads, we're waiting to play! - Dad!

- Play the bloody music! - Get yourself home or else.

Or you'll what? Today's today, tomorrow's tomorrow.

- Yeah? Got it? - Turn the music on!

Dad.

Dad, you're making a show of yourself, come on!

What are you doing? You can't just do that!

Was hoping you'd do it for me but obviously it was too much to ask.

What is wrong with you?

You're so embarrassing!

Come on!

You bugger.

Stan.

- Jack? - Any chance I can have a word

with the colonel?

I don't know what agreement you came to with the colonel

but if this had been up to me, you would not have got permission.

Well, just let me have him for a few days.

By the time I'm finished with him, he'll be crawling back here on his hands and knees.

Trautmann!

Come here.

You lot carry on! Come on!

Alright, you lot, back to work!

Right, shall we?

Now, whatever you do, don't let him leave the shop unless he's under your supervision.

- Understood. - And bring him back before sunset.

Come on!

Look, I'm not your mate.

To me and everyone round here, you're still the enemy.

You just do what you're told.

D'you understand?

Cos, tell you what, you fuck about with me and I will hang you out to dry!

Have you got that, lad?

Come on, get out.

Out! Get out!

Hey! Get that on your neck.

You play football.

Keep your gob shut.

Schtum. OK?

No.

What do you mean, no?

"What do you mean, no?"

What does "no" in England mean? In Germany, "no" means "no."

Why should I?

Why should ya?

Why should ya?

D'you know you stink?

Do you like smelling of shite? Do you like being on the latrine detail?

Is that what you want?

Or would you rather play football?

It's up to you, Fritz. It's no skin off my back.

OK.

I'll take you back to the camp now.

Get changed.

- What we waiting for? - He's on his way.

At last.

- Where's your Jack, Clarice? - Isn't he in the changing room?

He's probably crapping himself.

No, he wanted to go back to camp to fetch summat.

Nana, you're mixing things up.

No, he definitely wanted to go back there.

Jack! We gonna get started or what?

- Paid good money for this! - Come on!

Hey! Hey, there he is! Dad!

- Roberts is looking for ya! - Yeah.

Who's that he's dragging along with him?

Taking the piss!

Y'alright, lads?

Big day today, we up for it?

Bloody car. We'll have to get rid of that bleeding car.

Telling you, I've had nowt but trouble with it.

Right, lads! Er...

This is Bert from Bradford. We're gonna try him out in goals.

What's up with Bert from Bradford's neck?

It's a war wound.

Poor lad can hardly speak.

And also I have a light cold.

Have you gone mad? He's a fucking German.

You're not, are ya?

Yes, I am.

Thought we said schtum! What you playing at?

Tell you what, I'm not playing with no bleeding Kraut.

Jack, what the fuck is going on here?

Oh, can you keep the noise down?

Look...

It's all or nothing, now. It's shit or bust.

We can't afford to lose another game, so I want this Kraut to play for us.

I've seen him play and I'm telling you, lads, he's the best goalkeeper

- that'll ever stand between them poles. - What's that supposed to mean?

Gonna drop me for the fucking Kraut?

Eh, we are not his Kameraden.

You don't have to be his Kameraden. We're just trying him out in the goals!

No, not with me here, you don't!

- Where's your loyalty, Jack? - Loyalty?

You talking about loyalty, Mr Fucking Friday Night!

Hey, what we waiting for?

You wanna concede the points, then let me know.

We're coming, Ref. We're right behind ya, promise ya.

Right behind you.

Come on! Get on with it! What we waiting for, Ref?

So, lads.

What's it to be?

He's a fucking German.

Oi, Ref! What bloody time do you call this?

- Come on! - Come on, Ref!

They haven't even got a team out yet!

Get a bloody move on!

What's going on? And why is my Alf not playing?

Ref, start the game! Get on with it!

Is that Ian from Warrington?

I thought Ian had been dropped?

No, no, that's not Ian, that's, um...

I think that... that could be, er...

Why is he waving at me?

- No idea. - Betsy!

Come on! We're going!

Alfie? Alf...

Alfie! Where you going?

- What's going on? - Alfie!

- I am going to kill Dad. - Why?

Well...

never mind.

Come on, spread out!

Tackle it! Come on, get in there!

Who's the bloody goalkeeper?

Oh, no, no...

Yes!

Spread out!

Come on, lads! Same again!

You see, in England, a German "no" means "yes".

Ja!

Jawohl!

- Your dad'll be pleased. - Yeah, he will.

Now then, Mr Thornton. What did we say?

Five sheep, £20. Consider yourself fleeced.

Attention!

Right, lad. Off you go.

In Germany, you say "thank you".

Thank you? I should thank you?

D'you know you nearly got me lynched in there?

Why didn't you keep your gob shut for one minute?

You know, you've got two options. It's either football or hard labour.

I'm doing you a favour, mate.

We should be clear.

The reason you brought me out was to help yourself.

And if you want me again playing, then you take me out of the camp more.

You don't want much, do ya?

♪ In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia ♪

♪ By the trail of the lonesome pine ♪

♪ Ba, ba, di... ♪

♪ Ba, dum, bum, ba ♪

♪ You carved your name and I carved mine... ♪

You Kraut bastard.

♪ Ba, ba, ba, bi, ba, bo ♪

Y'alright, love?

How do?

I said how do, you lot.

Drove Hitler home, did you?

Hey. You was the one that wanted to play football with him.

I wanted to show the arrogant tosser what's what, not invite him to tea.

Dad, do you have any idea how much Bill put me on the spot?

You could've said summat to us, we could've discussed it.

- Well, I-I-I... - Don't interrupt me, Jack Friar.

You've no right making decisions like that by yourself.

How do you think that's made us look in front of other people?

Oh, come on, Clarice! When was the last time we discussed the team?

- Well, then from right now, we'll discuss it. - You're not listening, Dad!

- That's not the point. - A spur of the moment thing, that's all!

You're fibbing! You knew you were going back to camp.

- I had to do something! - I heard that and all.

Well, don't you chip in.

Oh, thank you very much, everybody, all of you, for your support.

I mean, what do you lot know about football anyway?

Hey, when was the last time we won 3-0? Tell me that, any of you.

This lad could save us from relegation.

This is not about football, Dad, and you know it.

He's a German, you can't just ignore that.

He's a bloody Nazi.

He raised his arm like the others and shouted "Heil, Hitler!"

But maybe you'd have raised yours if it'd stop the team getting relegated.

Margaret!

I've got some news for you, lady! Not only is he playing on the team

but starting Monday, he's gonna be working in the shop!

So how do you like them fish?

Jawohl, mein Führer!

You need to have a word with her.

- She's getting too big for her boots, Clarice. - Did I ever tell you, Barb

I went to Germany once? It was all sauerkraut and sausage.

It made me fart like a bloody brewer's horse.

Did you hear that, Dad?

You've been farting ever since!

- Give my love to Maddie and Ben. - Thank you, I will.

Right, lad.

This is the Friary, as I like to call it.

That's the shop, there.

This is the entrance. You can't go past there.

You understand? Verboten.

- Is that it? Verboten? - Verboten.

Verboten.

This is my house.

That is out of bounds. Private, that, private.

You go in there, there's a good chance my Clarice will see you

you'll get a frying pan on your head. Alright?

Come on.

Over there, that used to be the stables.

And I keep petrol and oil and paraffin and stuff like that in there.

You'll not be going in there for a sly smoke, OK?

Get that into the shop.

Hello.

I am Bert. I'm helping you.

- I know that, yeah, um... - Um...

- Your father... - You know you're not supposed to come

through here, that's the entrance for the customers.

So, you, as you're not a customer, you're not supposed to come through

the customers' door.

So, if you need to put things down in the cellar

then you use this door here.

We said not in the shop.

He's got to find his way about the place, hasn't he?

Well, now he has.

What have you said to her?

Sorry. Where's the light?

It's on the left there, above your head.

Get stuck in, lad. Get chopping that wood, keep yourself fit.

- Yes, sir. - You know what the bottom line is.

I want you fit for Saturday.

Focus on the football. That's what it's all about.

Ugh...

Thought you could put one over on me, did ya, Jerry?

You'll have to get up earlier than that.

- So it's true? - What?

That your dad's letting that fucking German work here.

I know. I know, it's terrible.

- Why, what's happened? - Well...

Nothing yet.

But it's hard enough just having him here.

God, you poor thing.

Be careful your dad don't leave you alone with him.

Do you think I'm daft?

I won't, don't worry.

He's probably dying to get in your knickers.

Betsy!

You know, Lily Gloverns has a German working in the shop as well.

One of the girls told me he's always staring goggle-eyed at her tits.

Yeah, well, I'm happy he's mostly away from me.

I better be going, anyway. I'll see you later at dance lessons, alright?

- Alright then. - And Margaret...

- Take care. - I'll keep me distance.

We don't want his German knob exploding here in the shop.

When you've done that, you can chop some more wood.

Ja, ja. I do it.

Do you want to help me?

Come on. Please help me a little.

Can't you speak?

What now?

No, you cannot speak, or no, you cannot not speak?

Are you not permitted to talk to me?

So... you don't want a present from me?

I see. So, when you shake your head, it means you do want a present from me.

Good. If you really want one, then I'll make you one.

No, I don't want one!

Shh! Shh, you aren't allowed to talk to me.

Barbara, you need to leave for school now.

I said now!

Margaret, I'm not some kind of monster.

Well, there's some folk round here might say different.

Hating me is an easy way.

An easy way?

What are you talking about?

You think you just come in, play some football and everything's forgiven

and forgotten?

Forgiven that you lot killed my friends?

Forgotten that you robbed us of our youth?

You know, instead of going out dancing, we had to spend our evenings

in a bomb shelter.

Hoping our houses are still standing and our family and friends still alive

when we get home.

It's easy for me dad to just see you as a footballer

because it's convenient for him.

But not for me.

I know what you really are.

I'd rather have danced with you than stood on the battlefield.

But I didn't have a choice.

Wow!

Always look up.

Not on the floor.

Very small steps.

They were hiding from me.

Thank you.

Little bit more.

- Please? - Yes.

- Come on! I've gotta get you back to the camp. - Dad, look at me!

Yeah, very good, love. Yeah.

Margie! Get out here!

Look what I can do!

Bert made 'em for me!

Come on, get ready!

Hey, Bill! Bert made 'em for me.

You never make me anything.

- Barbara! - Hey, Margaret, that's nice.

Yeah...

Have a fag.

Have a fag, Bert, forget half you owe.

Thank you.

- What's all this, Thornton? - That's your sheep, Jack.

What? I want the carcasses!

- What we supposed to do with this lot? - Whatever you like, then, Jack.

Far as I'm concerned, debt's paid in full.

This is not what we agreed, you know that.

- You can't just leave it like this! - See ya, Jack!

Trautmann!

- Trautmann! - Very sorry, I have to...

Oh, wait, no, no! Don't open the door.

I'll get you for this, Thornton!

Trautmann!

Let me take care of it.

Trautmann!

Hey! Come on! Come here!

Stop them sheep!

I see you're really taking good care of it there.

Trautmann!

Trautmann?

Trautmann!

Trautmann!

Didn't you hear me shouting?

I'm nervous.

Holthaus, don't miss your cue.

It's that swine Smythe.

Now, I know you're all very excited to be here.

Very excited to watch your, um...

- What is it? - Comedy.

But before this, I've decided to show you a little film

as part of the re-education programme.

Right.

You now see

some of the people directly responsible for these crimes.

A glimpse, yet a sight that is too much...

for the human soul to bear.

But who is really responsible?

You, who permitted your Führer...

to commit these terrible crimes against humanity.

You, who failed to take action...

to stop these atrocities.

You, who knew about these camps...

Trautmann!

Trautmann!

Play with us.

Sure.

What?

You took the kid's ball?

You'll get it back!

Listen...

Fetch the ball and run away.

I'll count to ten.

Be gone by then or the ball's mine.

He doesn't understand.

Right then. One...

two...

three...

See? He understands.

Eight...

nine...

What's up, Holthaus?

You used to enjoy this stuff.

You Nazi swine, Becker!

I'll kill you!

I'll string you up, Holthaus! You'll pay for this!

Holthaus, you'll pay for this!

- Nana just made some lemonade. - Thank you.

Presley.

Tsk, tsk!

Do you not like lemonade?

What is it with boys and football?

Mindlessly kicking a ball about all day.

What is it with dancing?

Well, dancing, it's easy. It's like...

I'm floating.

When you get it just right, there's no more gravity.

Well, I mean, not that my body's actually floating, but...

more...

summat inside.

Like you're dreaming, but without having to wake up.

It is the moment.

There's no before, no afterwards.

When I'm playing football, there's only the moment.

It's the same as dancing.

Yes.

You know, football is also just a kind of dancing.

No, it's not, it's bloody barbaric.

No.

Not if you look closely. Football is like a wonderful dance.

Margaret!

Margaret. Come on, love, we're late.

Bert.

Fraternising with the enemy, are we, Margaret?

- Come on, you haven't even changed. - What? Oh.

Oh, is it that late already?

Sorry.

I'll only say this once.

Margaret's my girl.

So if you don't want me to punch your lights out

keep your hands to yourself, yeah?

Come on, love!

- To the wing! - Bert!

Bert! Bert!

Go on, get on with it!

Bert!

- What is this? - Quit dancing about, ya nancy!

Jokers.

Hey, he's got some moves, him!

What's he doing?

What?

Now you have what you want!

You wanted us all dead! Are you satisfied now?

Shut up, now!

You killed him!

You're no better than them!

Shut up!

You killed him!

- What the fuck are you on about, Trautmann? - Holthaus was strung up by those bastards!

Oh, right, yes.

- Those bastards. - He wasn't like them.

Have you ever asked yourself...

what Holthaus actually did?

In the war?

Now, get him away from me.

Get him out of my country.

The lot of them.

Alright, thanks a lot. Thank you.

Gordon Bennett, I don't believe this!

They're sending the prisoners home the week before the relegation decider!

What am I gonna do?

Well, that's it.

He didn't even say goodbye.

Couldn't they wait another week?

How can they do this to me?

How can they be so selfish?

- Hi, Betsy! - Hi, Barbara!

Margaret! You won't believe what's just happened.

- What? - I just heard from Fred Brywick

the Lancashire camp's getting closed!

Isn't that smashing, eh? Isn't that wonderful?

You know, I mean, it's a scandal.

All these criminals are being set free.

But you're finally rid of your Hun.

Eh? And Alf's back in goal!

What do you say to that?

Betsy, get lost.

What?

Out.

I want you out of the shop, this minute.

Bye!

Bert!

You never left after all!

I gave your father my word to help the team and I keep my words.

But we didn't know if you were lying.

Margie, Margie!

- Bert's back! - Hmm?

Bert's back!

What?

Dad!

Mum, Dad! Bert's back!

Oh...

I, uh, I made up the bed in Barbara's room for you.

Now, it's quite small, but I think it'll be cosy enough for you for a week.

- I'm sure it will be. Thank you. - You can stay as long as you like.

But, um, I suppose you'll be looking forward to going back to Bremen next week?

Oh! Coming through, coming through!

Flippin' hot, these.

Come on, Bert. Sit yourself down then.

Bert, sit next to me.

Oh, yes.

Is your, uh... is your Bill knocking on later?

What?

Oh. No.

- Do you have a girlfriend? - Barbara!

No. No girl at home.

Take no notice of this lot, Bert. We need to concentrate on the Burscough game.

Right. Well, enjoy, everyone. It's my speciality.

Tripe and onions.

Oh, dear. We'll all be farting like a brass band.

Mother!

Bert.

Thank you.

This is my room, Bert.

It's very nice, Barbara.

Thank you.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Be careful with my toys. - Yeah, yeah, I don't touch them.

I didn't say you couldn't touch them. I just said be careful.

Goodnight.

Come on, come on! Get on the ball!

Tackle him!

Bloody hell!

I told 'em about the number eights, eh?

They're asleep, Jack.

Bloody hell.

Jock Thomson, what's he doing here?

Aye, it is.

We can do this!

Come on, lads! Shape up now!

- Lovely to have you here, mate. - Ah, pleasure to be here.

If you'd have passed it to me, I would've scored! It was clear!

Knock it off, will ya? You're all as bad as each other.

You're making a right show of yourself, the lot of you.

And in front of Jock Thomson and all!

Aye, that's got your attention, hasn't it?

Jock Thomson from Man City's out there!

Mind you, he's probably come to watch Hudson.

Look, Tommo! Get over their winger, will ya? Let him know you're there.

Bill, you've not been in their half yet!

I mean, they're all over yous. What's the matter with ya?

I tell you what, if it hadn't have been for Bert, we'd have been 3-0 down already.

But having said that, Bert, your distribution's terrible.

It's no good saving it and then giving it back to 'em, is it?

Look, I know you're going home tomorrow, son, but just give me 45 minutes, will ya?

Just please concentrate on the game. Alright?

Oh, come on, lads.

It's the last game of the season and we have to win.

Show 'em your spirit, get out there!

Do it for the town! Do it for the North! Do it for England, if you like!

Do it for anybody, just get out there, lads, and fucking do it!

Come on!

Come on! Go on!

Yes!

Foul! Get him off!

Ref!

Come on!

Yes! Yes!

Well done, Jack, you did us proud!

I told you we'd do it, Mr Roberts, didn't I?

- That's all. - Proud of you, man, proud of you.

Yeah.

Well done, lads. Well done. Good man, good man.

- Great footballer, am I? - Great, David, now really good.

Nice one.

Alright? Well done, kidder.

Alright, Bert?

Mm.

Not bad, today, son. Not bad at all.

Yes.

What did Thomson want?

He wants me to come to Man City for a trial. Frank Swift wants to stop.

What do you think?

What do I think?

I think you're pulling my plonker, Bert.

Come on, get in here.

Get some of this beer down your neck before this lot drink it.

♪ We're not going, we're not going ♪

♪ We're not going down ♪

♪ Down, down, down ♪

♪ We're not going down ♪

♪ We're not going, we're not going We're not going down ♪

♪ We're not going down, we're not going We're not going down ♪

♪ Ein Koffer fährt nach Bremen ♪

♪ Wer fährt mit, wer fährt mit? ♪

♪ Ist es der Schmidt S'ist nicht der Schmidt ♪

♪ Wer is es dann? ♪

♪ Trautmann, Trautmann, Trautmann! ♪

It took us a week to learn that bloody German.

Right, Bert, we got this for you, mate, to take home.

Come here.

Can't say I'm not happy to see you go though.

I'd like to apologise in advance for the next song...

but these three lovely ladies to my left have asked for it, so...

grab your partner by the hand, it's a little slow number.

Let me introduce...

"Bad Habits."

So, how often have you...

Bill?

Margaret?

Margaret!

Sorry.

- Margaret... - Go home.

You stay here.

Margaret's my girl. I've told you, haven't I?

Let's settle this once and for all.

Go on!

- Bill, what the hell... - Shut up!

- What are we doing? - Three penalties.

- You save two, she's yours. - Bill...

What the hell?

- You can't play for Margaret... - Shut the fuck up, you!

You can't make eyes at somebody else's girl and expect to get away with it!

You get in that penalty box or I'll fucking smash your face in!

It's up to you.

One penalty.

- All or nothing. - Fine.

You didn't even try!

Bastard!

It doesn't matter how many penalties you take, Bill.

She'll never be yours.

You fucking what?

You fucking what!

Fuck off back to Germany then!

Fucking...

You fucking Kraut!

You fucking... you lost the fucking war, didn't you?

You lost the war!

You fucking German bastard!

Margaret?

Bert? What you doing?

I, um, I...

I... um...

- I... - Come on, Romeo. Get to bed.

I think I can stay and play for Manchester.

Yeah. Course you can.

Come on, get to bed.

Goodnight, Bert.

Goodnight, Jack.

Where've you been?

I been making sure Bert keeps his gloves on.

Oh.

Well, that worked.

Margaret?

You've got to understand, Bert...

that the world's been crazy in the last few years.

It's gonna be a while before anybody can think straight.

People have got deep wounds, you know?

Lost people and family.

On both sides, I know, y'know?

Thing is, Bert...

You're talking about my daughter.

My little girl.

I've looked after and protected her all her life.

She thinks she knows everything, Margaret, eh?

She's not seen anything of what you've seen, lad.

Thank God for that.

Look, I like you, Bert.

You're a good lad. I know that.

I've had the benefit of getting to know ya.

A lot of people haven't and a lot of people wouldn't want to, neither.

You can't argue with the bereaved.

Knowing Margaret, she'll carry that with you.

Is that what you want for her?

No.

Good lad.

Let's go, son, eh?

Goodnight.

You know you don't always have to do as me dad says.

What... what you doing?

I'm training!

It's eight o'clock Sunday morning!

And I've still got an hangover from your wedding.

Friar, would you stop making all that noise!

- It's him! - Get back to bed!

I'm gonna tell Margaret she's married a bleeding lunatic.

Alright, son? Let's go.

I'm ready for you.

Come on.

Gentlemen, here he is, the new Manchester City goalkeeper

Bert Trautmann.

Now, feel free to ask him questions.

Raise your hand to do so and we'll get you all covered.

Y'alright, Bert?

Yes?

Did you ever imagine as a German POW that you would end up as Man City's goalkeeper?

No, I still cannot believe it.

What do you want to achieve here?

I want to win the matches.

And to take good care of our family.

Where did you learn to play like that?

When did you find the time? I mean, you're very young

and you were a soldier for a long time.

In my childhood, there was nothing I enjoyed more than to hear my friends

calling for me to come and play football with them.

My father was very strict and I couldn't leave until my household chores were finished

but then I ran down as fast as I could to meet the others.

But I was mostly too late and the teams had already been decided on, and...

and nobody really wanted to go in goal so I went in.

Lucky for us.

Manchester has a big Jewish community.

How do you think they'll react to you being here?

Let's keep the questions related to...

Our readers are going to want to know if your Jerry

- was involved in war crimes or not. - The war's over.

You can't expect us not to ask these questions.

Gentlemen, please.

Now, we're introducing Bert Trautmann here as a great new talent for Manchester City.

I did what all soldiers had to do.

There was no choice.

I had no choice.

You say you didn't have a choice, but we've looked into you

and we found out you volunteered for the army.

He was a young lad.

- Yes, I did... - Hey, come on, lads.

- Back to the football questions... - But I didn't know what I was doing

or what it would be like.

And when I found myself fighting on the front line, it was too late.

I...

I then just did my duty as any soldier would do.

So, you didn't want to be a soldier?

I didn't really have that much of a choice in the matter.

You were awarded several medals, including the Iron Cross. Is that true?

Is it true you have an Iron Cross?

Yes, I have.

And you're a member of the...

Right, gentlemen. We're requesting...

No, I'm requesting...

Did you have any knowledge of the deportation of the Jews?

This is outrageous!

You have an Iron Cross?

There are thousands who have it, it doesn't mean anything.

And what about volunteering?

You said you didn't have a choice and then I have to hear

that you volunteered?

I need to know the truth.

- The truth about what? - About you!

About what's going on in that Kraut head of yours!

You don't want to know.

But I do!

I mean, how is this marriage supposed to work?

It has to be built on trust, you have to trust me.

I do.

Bert! Don't walk away from me.

I need to know who I married.

Tell me the worst thing you've ever done.

The thing you're most ashamed of.

Can you tell me that?

Man City goalie has an Iron Cross!

Read all about it!

Extra, extra!

Goalie was a Nazi!

I want my money back right now!

Maybe it was a mistake to sign him. He didn't tell us about his Iron Cross

or any of his bloody medals.

We never asked.

Nazi!

We have to see the team.

You got us into this mess, Jock, and you'll bloody well get us out of it.

I mean, fucking hell!

Uh... Rabbi Altmann.

Good afternoon. Thank you for coming to see me.

Uh, please, step into my office.

Listen to them, eh?

We're up against that and Arsenal.

Now, listen to me.

I'll tell you how we are going to deal with this.

Every one of you will be supporting every other player in the team.

That's our strength. Solidarity.

You keep that in focus. The football will take care of itself.

Come on.

There's no war in this dressing room.

Come on, City!

But Rabbi, if your people boycott us, others will follow.

Some are already giving back their season tickets.

The gates are down.

The gates are down just because of a boycott of these Jews?

Well, don't get me wrong...

You should have thought about that before you put a Nazi in the team.

Go back to Germany

you murdering bastard!

Kraut scum!

Dirty bloody Kraut!

If you stopped booing for a while, maybe I could concentrate on the game.

Thank you.

Fuck off back to Glasgow!

You bunch of losers!

Kraut go home!

- MAN Get back to Germany! - Fuck off!

Go fetch him out of the rain, love.

They're destroying him, Mum.

His presence here is an insult!

We're a football club, not a revenge club! It's time to forgive and forget.

Forgive and forget?

Fuck off!

You're dancing on people's graves!

Mr Thomson, Mr Thomson!

Right. May I?

Jack Friar from St Helens.

- I used to train Bert. - Get out!

Hey! If you wanna keep your teeth...

Come here then! Big man, you're collaborating with them!

Hey! Hey! Excuse me!

- Excuse me! - Come on!

My name's Margaret.

My name's Margaret Trautmann.

For what the Germans did to us, they should never be allowed to forget it.

But that doesn't mean that we can't forgive.

- What is this, Jock? - I mean, are we...

Are we letting women run the show, now?

Dry your eyes, for Christ's sake.

If a woman, a young woman, has the courage to turn up here

and talk to you lot, she deserves to be heard.

Now, shut it!

On you go, love.

Bert has only learnt how to do two things in his life, that's be a soldier

and be a footballer.

Yes, he fought for nearly four years

he doesn't deny it.

But he wasn't alone and... you can't hold one man responsible

for all that happened.

What's next, "he was only following orders"?

I understand, I do. I understand, really.

I didn't know him as a soldier, I only know him as a man.

If you took the time to look past the fact he's German

you'd see he's just someone doing his best to put the past behind him.

You're sleeping with the enemy!

What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you!

You lot band together and try and break a man who's already broken

instead of helping him find a future.

And all because it's easier than forgiveness.

You know, you're no better than the people you accuse.

Shame on both of ya!

You disgust me!

- What? - You disgust me, all of you!

- Come on, Margaret. - I am proud to be the wife

of Bert Trautmann!

Come on! Gentlemen!

Come on, City!

Rabbi Altmann writes open letter! Extra, extra!

You seen the newspaper? Have you heard what Rabbi Altmann wrote?

Listen to this...

"Each member of the Jewish community is entitled to his own opinion...

"...Jewish community is entitled to his own opinion, but there is no..."

"There is no concerted action to end our support for Manchester City..."

"The crime of an entire nation..."

"Despite the terrible cruelties we suffered at the hands of the Nazis..."

"We would be no better if we were to persecute people

who are related to but are obviously not connected with any such crimes of hatred."

"If this goalkeeper is as they say, a decent fellow

I would say there is no harm in him playing football..."

"Each must be judged on his own merits."

Come on! Faster!

Hey, Jock!

Yeah, go on in! Go on!

Thank God it's a lad.

- Dad... - Grand!

Got an house full of bloody women. Bert!

Congratulations, son.

Now you'll be part of the family whether you like it or not.

Aye, up.

- Hold his head! Hold his head. - He knows, he knows.

Give over, he's a goalkeeper.

- There we go. - There you go.

That's it.

Cupholders Newcastle United in black shorts are at home

to Manchester City before the 61,000 crowd at St James Park.

And that's how it stays, a goalless draw.

Tottenham Hotspur in white shirts...

...and missed opportunities

though of course Trautmann and the City's other defenders are pretty stout.

Oh, my God!

Bert Trautmann, once a German prisoner of war in Britain

had a vitally important job defending the City's goal.

He rose to the occasion magnificently.

In less than ten minutes, Bobby Mitchell took a very nice pass

and beat Trautmann from a sharp angle.

- The crocodile! - I can't find my crocodile!

- Where is it now? - Rrraaargh!

Everton try again and once more, Trautmann saves the situation.

Time and again, they threaten the goal.

Only Trautmann's heroic efforts keep the ball out of the net.

Nice one, Bert.

Great save, Bert!

The battle was on, and battle it was

in a sea of Flanders mud.

Perden tries a sudden shot at goal, but Trautmann saves

and narrows...

but unrattled, they swing into a raid of their own with Hayes.

Hayes crosses and Clark heads it home!

The only goal of the match.

Manchester go on to win here.

♪ Blue moon, you saw me standing alone ♪

♪ Without a dream in my heart ♪

♪ Without a love of my own ♪

That was a goal!

♪ And then suddenly appeared... ♪

Come on, can't you give it a rest, even here?

I have to stay fit. We're not losing the final again this year.

I though that's why we came here, so you're not thinking about it

the whole time, you bleeding idiot.

What are you do...

Stop it! What are you doing to me?

♪ Saw me standing alone ♪

♪ Without a dream in my heart ♪

♪ Without a love of my own ♪

♪ Blue moon ♪

♪ You knew just what I was there for ♪

♪ You heard me saying a prayer for ♪

♪ Someone I really could care for ♪

"Who dares disturb my beauty sleep?"

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, it's raining

- elephants and mice out here!" - No! No!

It's raining cats and dogs!

"Y... yes, he's right."

"OK, look here, Mr Penguin... I'm going to ask you to leave

or I will have to change you into a rabbit!"

"You can do that?"

"OK, shush it. One, two, four...

The three's missing! The three's missing!

"Raaargh!"

It's the rabbit!

"I'm the very hungry rabbit!

And my favourite food being...

children!"

"Rrrr!"

"I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get you!"

"I'm gonna get you! Rrrgh!"

Typical scenes of a vast crowd arriving at Wembley

open the story of the Cup Final.

Here are some of the hundred thousand or so who pack the famous stadium, and Newcastle...

More than 100,000 spectators.

British Rail laid on 38 specials to bring the fans to London's Wembley Stadium.

Her Majesty the Queen had come with the Duke and Princess Margaret

to watch the big match, and there was an ovation for them, of course.

♪ And point me to the skies ♪

♪ Heaven's morning breaks ♪

♪ And earth's vain shadows flee ♪

♪ In life, in death, O Lord ♪

Oh, look, there's your dad!

There he is!

Fine looking lads, heads held high

each side hoping for a positive outcome, but as we all know

there can be only one winner, and my money's on Man City.

Each knows what the stakes are, and are ready to fight for it.

Go on, Trautmann! We need you, lad!

Referee Alf Bond has just blown the kick-off.

Roy Clarke plays it back, ooh, too short!

Govan and Brown are immediately on the offensive.

Murphy... Murphy, will you make an attempt?

He takes a long shot but straight into Bert Trautmann's arms!

What a way to set the tone.

You need to mark him!

And it's Paul going to take the free kick.

Out! Out!

And Man City are now finally on the attack.

Clarke gets the ball from the left, plays it forward to Revie

on the edge of the box.

Right heel to Hayes, he shoots!

He scores! It's a goal! It's a goal!

This is something completely different to last year when Man City were trailing...

We've been going for only three minutes and already one team's ahead.

And Little attempts to clear the ball...

Christ's sake!

You need to mark him!

Passes to Kinsey, takes his chance and scores!

Goal! It's 1-1!

Man City were caught sleeping, Birmingham equalised.

Absolutely thrilling game.

And that's the end of the first half.

I doubt the Man City manager is going to be very happy and I would imagine that he will

- have some serious words to say to the boys. - I think you're right.

So, we're 20 minutes into the second half, and Manchester really threatening

Birmingham's goal.

That's passed... pass...

and it's a goal!

Get right back!

Trautmann kicks the ball long over the heads of the retreating

Birmingham players!

Dyson flicks it over to Johnstone.

Johnstone runs, he's gonna make a break for it.

And he scores!

Goal, goal, goal!

Yes!

3-1 to Man City!

This could decide the game. Absolutely amazing!

Just look at the grin on Bobby Johnstone's face.

The Man City fans go wild! Fantastic.

- Absolutely wonderful. - A great ball by Trautmann!

What a goalkeeper!

Trautmann!

Birmingham attacking down the left wing.

They're really pushing the boundaries now with only 20 minutes left to play.

Bert, you alright?

Trautmann's down...

It looks like Murphy's knee in Trautmann's head.

What happened to Daddy?

I don't, um... nothing, sweetie, he's just...

he's just, um... he's had a little...

- Need the medic! - Stay back, lads.

- Get up, Bert. - Alright, Bert?

Just calling the medic over now.

There seems to be a problem with his neck.

I don't think he's getting up from this one. Could be a serious injury.

Will they be down to ten men?

This could allow Birmingham back into the game.

Looks nasty. Trautmann doesn't seem to be moving.

The crowd have gone very quiet here in the stadium.

On your side.

Oh, what's he doing?

During that tackle, the fifth vertebra broke in two and lodged against the sixth.

Oh! There's movement from Trautmann.

He's getting back on his feet...

Which then held the fragment in pieces and saved his life.

He's moving again!

He's back on his feet!

He's there! Bert Trautmann is back!

I don't understand, he carried on playing?

He gives the signal and the audience gives him the support he deserves!

A sudden jolt could have killed him.

He broke his neck.

He's gonna see it through to the end of the game

until the thing is done.

Ooh!

Ooh, he saves it again! Oh, but he's down!

This really doesn't look good. No, this time he's...

He's not staying down, he's getting up again!

Oh, no! He's down!

Trautmann is down, he's clearly in a lot of pain.

The collision was obviously more serious than we thought.

He's getting up again!

I don't believe it! The fans are ecstatic!

What a man!

It's all over, Man City victorious.

The FA Cup is theirs!

The whole stadium are on their feet!

Man City fans going wild, Birmingham City obviously saddened by this defeat

but both sides shall be very proud, it was a wonderful game.

Trautmann, Man of the Match! Trautmann, The Man Who Played On!

Trautmann is obviously still in pain

but Her Majesty presents the trophy to Roy Paul.

Trautmann the hero! Victory for Man City!

Bloody hell, Bert, you look like a teapot.

Have you seen the papers? You're all over 'em.

Traut the Hero.

The Man Who Played On.

I'm anything but a hero.

You daft lump! You could've bloody well killed yourself!

- Mind you, she does have a point. Give us... - Would you lot give over?

He needs some rest.

Mum!

Who's that, John?

It's my dad!

- And you're proud of him? - Yes! Yes!

And look, Grandad, I've got a ball from the Cup Finals!

Is that the ball from the Cup Final?

Right, over here, John!

- No! - No!

Will you just stop it? Stop! No...

Dad!

One...

Two...

Three...

See? He does understand.

Seven...

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

What?

Hyah!

Johnny!

Why didn't you pick it up, you lazy monkey?

Hello?

Hello, love, it's me.

Oh, hi, love! How are you holding up?

I just wanted to hear your voice.

What are you up to?

Uh, nothing much. Nothing special.

- Ice-cream! - Just a bit of cleaning, what about you?

Mum, the ice-cream man! Do you have any change?

No, you don't need an ice-cream, it's far too cold outside.

Don't be so strict.

- Mmm... - Let him have one.

Alright.

Hey, Johnny.

- There you go. - Thanks, Dad!

There's something I want to tell you.

It's something about the war.

Take care, now.

Lad! Lad, you left me too much!

Hello?

Margaret?

Hello?

No! No!

My boy!

"Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us."

I'm sorry for your loss, Trautmann.

No one should have to go through that.

Smythe.

Sergeant Smythe.

What are you doing here?

I come here too, every day.

Just like you.

My wife and two kids...

are buried over there.

They died when your lot... bombed Manchester.

I hear...

that you don't want to play football anymore.

Mm-hm?

Go out there and play, Bert.

Play for the people who've accepted you.

For those of us...

who've lost someone in the wartime.

Play for your son.

Go out there and give something back.

Get lost!

It's my fault, Margaret.

It's my fault.

What?

Do you think you're the only one in pain?

How do you think I feel?

I hear an ice-cream van...

and the world falls apart.

It's not always about you.

And I'll be damned if I let you sink into self-pity.

I've sacrificed everything to be with you.

Everything.

You don't understand.

This is my fault.

I am paying, we are paying for what I did in the past.

I didn't save that boy and now my son was taken from me.

What boy...

Bert?

What boy?

In the war, this boy got shot... and I could've stopped it but I didn't.

I am being punished.

He were my son too.

He was my son too and I am not...

paying...

for your sins.

So stop it. It's not about you.

We can't bring him back.

So we move on.

We move on or...

or we bury ourselves.

♪ Abide with me ♪

♪ Fast falls the eventide ♪

♪ The darkness deepens ♪

♪ Lord, with me abide ♪

♪ When other helpers fail and comforts flee ♪

♪ Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me ♪

♪ Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me ♪

Hello, Rabbi Altmann.

Bert Trautmann.

Can I have a word with you?

♪ Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes ♪

♪ Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies ♪

♪ Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee ♪

♪ In life, in death ♪

♪ O Lord, abide with me ♪

♪ In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me ♪