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Mom.

Do you know how power cuts happen?

The electricity was flowing through the electric line,

on which the black-eyed bat died with a shock.

As it traveled across Uncle Sali's yard and the pond,

and reached the tiger claw tree,

there awaits the blazing red-eyed demon.

The demon spewed fire at the electricity,

and the electricity died right there, before reaching Pathu's home.

When it tries to return to Uncle Suni's house,

there comes another demon.

Mom! The electricity goes out as the demons blow it away,

that's what Grandma told me.

If that's the case,

how many demons would be needed

for all the houses to experience a power outage altogether?

Grandma also told me that a djinn would appear during power cuts.

Have you ever seen a djinn?

I heard they wear a white shirt.

I wonder why they wear white shirts.

Why don't they wear black ones?

Then they wouldn't be visible in the dark.

My dear Pathu,

if I give you something, will you please be quiet for just two minutes?

You started screaming "Mamma" at just eight months old. And guess what?

She hasn't shut her trap since then!

My Lord!

-A mute child would have been better! -Mom.

Does "mute" mean those who can't speak?

If so, why do we call those who can't speak or hear, "mute"?

My goodness!

Mom…

Come, Pathu. Let's go to bed. Dad will be late.

Shall I tell you a story then?

A fresh story about a tailor poking an elephant's trunk with a needle.

Please go to sleep, Pathu!

Mommy's Chatterbox!

Muneer! You can go watch football,

rest, or even nap at the club.

But you must be back here by the time Pathu needs to go to school, alright?

Where is Asif?

Oh! He went with Rafeeq yesterday to watch the match!

No wonder! Kids learn from their dads!

Please stop it.

I have lots of work waiting at the workshop.

After all, she's not studying to be an IAS, right?

When I suggested sending her to a school nearby,

it was you who wanted an English medium school and sent her to a school in town!

Their school bus doesn't even come here.

Yeah! It was me who sent her to an English medium school.

Back then, my father

accused me of writing letters to boys and stopped my schooling.

Who knows if she won't write letters?

Let her write.

If girls don't write letters to boys,

and boys don't chase after girls,

what good is this place, then?

Hey, Chatterbox Pathu!

Why are you silent?

-Hey, Chatterbox Pathu! -Stop it!

Hi, Uncle Sardine Babu!

What kinds of fish do you have today?

-And what's the price? -I've got a couple of varieties, dear.

Do you want me to tell you the prices?

-Send some to my house. -Sure.

-I'll pay you at the workshop. -Sure.

How many small fish need to be lined up to equal the size of a big one?

Only the Lord knows! Don't confuse me, Chatterbox!

Did Uncle Ashif go back, Auntie Amina?

He returned last night itself.

Oh, okay.

You seem to know everything in this panchayat.

Why do you call him "Sardine Babu"?

Because he is "Sardine Babu"!

Buy tickets! Come, come!

Where are you off to?

Get down.

-Hey, Basheer. Has your bus arrived yet? -No.

Hey, Basheer.

I also want to play football this evening.

How many of you were there yesterday?

-But you didn't come yesterday. -I'll come today!

And they all say they'll let you play only if you keep your mouth shut.

Hey, it's easier to stop her from playing.

But to keep her mouth shut,

you won't be able to do it.

Get lost!

Do they really call you "chatterbox" around here?

Didn't they give you the nickname "Lolan, the tender heart",

when you fainted after losing a tooth and bleeding?

So, this is my nickname!

-Can you please start it? -Yeah. Start it.

-How much? -You can discuss it with Dad.

-Dad… -Yes.

Your son is quite good.

He fixed it in a minute.

There's a reason why people say everybody has his own taste.

I agree.

But, I'm not gonna let him be a mechanic.

He says he will learn mechanic work and do business.

But can we afford to start a business and all?

Hey, Lolan!

There's nobody to even support us.

It's been 12 years since I returned from the Middle East.

-I tried going back, but couldn't. -What's the fee?

Open it!

Okay, then.

How's it?

Under 14, right?

No. I turned 15 last month.

Let's make it under 15 this time.

Good. I was about to print "Under 14".

-Make it "Under 15", okay? -Yeah.

The rain is pouring heavily.

Goalkeeper Pathu's hands are drenched in raindrops.

The Santhosh Trophy ground is soaking wet.

On the soaked field, Salim makes a swift move,

snatching the ball from Basheer with incredible skill.

With the ball now at Salim's feet, he masterfully passes it to Rafi bro!

Both teams are not ready to lose in this crazy, wild match.

One goal!

Without being able to score a goal in return,

both the teams are moving forward.

Brother Ajmal snatches the ball from Brother Rafi's feet,

and here he comes towards goalkeeper Pathu.

"I won't give up, even if it means breaking my knees!",

Declares Fathima Noorjahan with unwavering determination.

Brother Ajmal's kick…

Goal!

Hey, Chatterbox Pathu!

Shut up and watch the ball. You could've blocked that goal.

Scram!

The ball that escaped the grasp of Coward Basheer is now soaring high into the sky!

-Pathu! -Yeah.

Stop standing in the rain, come inside.

-Off I go. -Come here.

Chatterbox!

If you walk away in the middle, we won't allow you to play tomorrow.

Come here. This girl is soaked from the rain.

Go home. It's raining.

Yeah!

My dear girl.

-Can't you just go and play… -Enough.

-with Rahna and other girls? -Enough, Mom.

Why do you want to play football with those boys?

Well, wherever you go

-you're not going to keep your mouth shut. -Wait!

-It's still wet. Dry her hair properly. -Let me go.

I did, Mom.

Here comes another one, completely soaked from the rain.

What's this? You could have waited until the rain stopped.

I left when the rain had stopped, but it started again on the way.

Your hair is completely soaked.

Look, it's a swing bed, just like the one at Uncle Ashraf's house.

Didn't she go to play football today?

Yes, she did.

-I had to arrest and bring her back. -What's that noise?

Jerry is snoring just like Grandma.

Jerry searched for the pillow in his sleep and placed it under his head.

Oh, no! He's here. Here comes Tom.

And here he throws Jerry's yellow pillow away.

All he needs is a reason to fight.

Oh, dear! He unfastened the swing bed.

Poor Jerry is sliding away,

just like Basheer sliding down from the tall areca palm tree.

Jerry falls into the water.

Oh, no!

He had a narrow escape. It was a really close call for Jerry.

I'll teach you a lesson, Uncle Tom! Your silly watermelon juice.

Everyone calls her Chatterbox Pathu.

Well, we can't really blame them.

There isn't a day that goes by when I don't wonder why she doesn't hush up.

People say she's just like your mother.

She's just a kid, after all.

She'll be fine when she grows up.

Jerry is soaring through the sky.

Oh, Lord!

Oh, Lord! I just hope everyone gets defeated in front of Rocket's gun.

Amen!

Well, it's all good.

They haven't witnessed Thor's action yet.

Please, folks.

Don't joke around amid the chaos. Take action!

Damn!

Our Captain America has lost his old attire. So sad.

But, it's okay.

No matter what he wears, he's incredibly charming.

And, of course, our Black Panther is here, so there's no need to worry.

Otherwise, I would've been worried to death.

Oh, come on, Sandra.

Why don't you ask him directly where he was?

Why do you overthink so much?

Just give talking to him a shot.

Bro…

Get me some water to drink.

-Where's Mom? -In the kitchen.

That's your issue. You don't say anything. A simple talk can settle it.

-You go and talk. -Mom.

Or should I talk to him?

Ask Sobin to come to the coffee shop tomorrow.

How did it go?

How can that be? Didn't work out!

The land lease documents are in order.

However, since our workshop isn't registered, it's causing us some trouble.

We need to fix that first.

They will conduct an inspection of the premises.

Any further progress will only happen after that inspection.

How much loan did you request?

Thirty-five lakhs.

Thirty-five lakhs?!

God!

You're playing with fire, Asi!

When you told me about leasing Thangal's plot and starting a service station,

I thought it was a simple vehicle washing place.

Why do you need such a large sum of money for this?

Can you just shut up? I know what to do.

I have a solution for all your problems.

Let's fix everything tomorrow.

I'll call you back later.

It's a vehicle washing service, Dad.

But it's not like it used to be.

We use machines for it now.

These kinds of ventures are doable only when you have others to support you,

but I don't think we can manage it. Please, listen to me.

We went to the bank because we realized we couldn't handle it on our own.

We have to spend money to make money.

Selling this house and plot won't even come close to covering the loan.

Understand that first.

Dad, what's this?

Muneer, that's enough. Stop it.

He's old enough to think and make his own decisions.

I'm going to the mosque.

Nothing seems to be working out here.

Asi!

Bro, let it go.

You know that Dad tends to be so negative, right? No big deal.

It's alright.

And, I have something to say.

Please, name the service station after me.

What?!

Chatterbox Car Service?

That's probably the worst name in the whole world.

People might think it's a place where cars are destroyed.

Never mind. I've got a better name.

Lolan's Car Palace!

People would think it's a superb place. Let's go with that name.

Get lost!

-Such a pain! -Well, when does your tournament start?

Day after tomorrow.

My dear Chatterbox,

dare you come there and spoil the game.

-Scram, Lolan! -Scram!

Hey! Will your dumbo come today?

There's a Madrid vs City match today. I gotta go home.

I'll kick you. I'm going crazy here. Damn her match.

Why are you going crazy?

When Sobin comes, ask him everything to his face.

-Hey… -Ask him if he hung out with Mehru.

If he denies it, you tell him that she saw it.

We'll see how he responds then.

It's not about hanging out. But he should accept it. Why can't he?

Otherwise, he could simply inform you and go hang out.

Anyway, let's see what he has to say.

We can easily catch his lies.

One more thing, this is for you.

If you start sobbing while talking to him, things won't go well.

Don't get overly emotional.

Ask him calmly and clear your doubts.

If you find out that he's lying, don't wait a second. Just break up!

-Bro. One sandwich. -Sandwich? Okay.

-Hey, girl! -Why? You want one too?

Make it two then.

There he is!

Jesus! Chatterbox is here.

I'll have to bear her ramblings now.

What's going on, Sandra?

I waited for you by the church yesterday, but you never came.

Ask him.

What's happening, Fathima?

What have you all done for her lovely face to look so puffy?

Why are you shouting at her?

It's you who is wrong!

What did I do wrong, honey?

Hey! I told you not to cry and come to the point.

What's the matter?

What's your business with Mehru?

She learned that you were hanging out with her on your bike.

Tell us the truth. Black and white.

You think you can do anything as you please?!

You're in love with one girl while wooing another.

None other than your girlfriend's friend. Do you not feel any shame?!

Hey, girl! Stop blabbering!

Jabbering whatever you want, huh? Where did you see us together?

I will blabber what I want.

I don't need your permission for that!

Didn't you and her hang out at Mohabbat Cafe in Kozhikode?

We've got proof as well.

CCTV footage from Mohabbat!

That was when I met her there unexpectedly…

Hey, I've just realized that you pulled a fast one on me.

What did you do?

There are quite a few selfies of you two on this, right?

Let them get cooked well.

Listen, Sobin. I just did what she was supposed to do.

Think of it as a little payback from her for what you've put her through!

-Now leave. -You'll pay dearly for this.

-I'll see to it. -Your damn glasses.

Lord, my glasses.

It's actually a good thing he left. Look at it this way.

His stupid hair,

that hair color of his, like a broiler chicken.

If you gotta get married, marry someone like Rafie!

Wow!

His white shorts,

blue t-shirt,

and blue hairband…

to me he looks like a cute crescent moon!

Nadal gave Pathu a smile once.

When I saw that smile, I screamed with joy, "Oh, my God!"

And fell head over heels for him!

Yeah, not many, just three.

Three screws must be loose up in her head.

Tighten them up first.

Well, how did you manage to get Mohabbat's CCTV footage?

Which CCTV footage?

-The footage of Sobin and Mehar together. -What CCTV? Are you out of your mind?

I just played a little trick, and the loser fell right into it.

Why would Mohabbat give me their CCTV footage?

Oh, Lord! My match!

I'll call you later.

With just minutes remaining in the match,

both teams are deadlocked with a score of one each.

Shut up!

The game is building up to an exhilarating conclusion!

The ball hit high from the right wing…

Rodrigo!

Rodrigo! Watch him play!

He scores the goal with incredible style, Watch him play with your eyes wide open.

Air!

A strong gush of air. You can't do it, dear.

Brother.

Can you please teach me?

-Brother… -What's it, girl?

Please.

And not only that, teaching Real Madrid fans how to whistle.

Not just that. Teaching Real Madrid fans how to whistle,

goes against the principles of us, the City fans.

Damn!

Well, brother.

It's the guy from Brazil who scored the goal.

Won't you whistle for him?

Scram, Lolan!

Where's he?

He just left.

He's asking for 6000 rupees.

What kind of demand is that? We paid him 3000 for the last match.

How can it go up to 6000 this time?

How can we afford to pay that much?

Even the prize money is only one lakh rupees.

How can we possibly pay him 6000 out of that?

I think Valanchery has got him on their side.

After all, he hails from that place.

Or else, it's like a slap in their face when a big game is happening here.

But, would Ansar turn down something that puts money in his pocket?

That's his old story.

He wooed and married Kadar's daughter, don't you know?

He came here in a Polo car today.

Let it be.

You…

call Jabbar.

We tried calling Jabbar, Sound Nisar, and everyone.

They've all got other games, it seems!

Only Uthaman is left now.

But he went to the Middle East last week.

What do we do now?

-Should we skip the commentary? -What are you saying?

Commentary is what adds soul to the match.

It'd be a shame to have a match without it.

-Damn! -Plus, the folks in town

will think we can't handle it.

They'll have a field day with this news.

Tell us some ideas, then.

Shall I give it a shot?

First, learn to say the stadium's name correctly.

-Mambaram Brypa… -Green field.

Stop it, dude!

Damn, his bypass!

If you don't want me, let it be!

Asi…

Shall I give you a suggestion?

There's someone capable of it but you've got to be on board with it.

Our Chatterbox.

That sounds like an idea!

Her chatter is nowhere close to the announcement.

Does she even know the game?

You think so? She's got a good grip on the game.

She's pretty good at doing announcements and even some commentary

while watching matches on TV.

But…

I'm not sure if she'll go for this.

Don't think twice. You're right here, right?

Just get her over, and drop her back home after the match.

Plus, it's kinda cool when a girl does the announcements, right?

And we can save a bit of cash.

You're spot on, but I'm not sure

if my dad will be okay with it, especially because it's at the stadium.

Don't make it sound like a huge deal.

Just mention that you're bringing her to catch the game.

Don't think too much. Just go for it.

-So, let's call her? -Yeah.

But, I mocked her today for being a Real Madrid fan.

-Wow! Best! -I don't think it'll work out.

Give her a little bribe and talk her into it, Asi.

Come on. Go.

Go!

-Shall I try asking her? -Yeah!

I just hope she agrees.

Hey, Pathu!

Why did you make gestures at Sivan?

Why did you make gestures at Sivan?

Really? I did?

Are you out of your mind?

Lord!

I saw you making gestures to Sivan!

Come on. My foot!

Don't you lie, Pathu!

I'm all stressed out here, and you keep saying nonsense.

Listen. Last week, Sivan and a girl in a veil were spotted at Mukkam Rose Cinemas.

Annakutty, our neighbor, clued me in on this.

Was that you, by any chance?

Look at me. Stop making up these stories.

I've told you a hundred times not to pay attention to Annakutty's gossip.

Then why did you make gestures at him? Tell me!

I'm asking you.

-Well… -My God!

So far it was only chattering.

What's this girl up to now?

Mom!

What's it?

Listen…

I was practicing how to blow a whistle.

Whistle?

My dear Pathu, you're seriously nuts.

Not a whistle. I should blow your brains out.

I don't care that you've grown up now. Mind it.

I had a bit of a shock there.

I'm done going to Annakutty's no need to mess with my peace of mind.

So, when do you have the rest of your exams?

Oh, it's not an exam, Mom. It's an internship.

Gotta join some company for a job.

-Listen. -Yeah?

Listen.

I heard a coconut drop from the tree in our yard.

If Suni's mom sees it, she'll grab it.

Please go and check once.

Please go!

-Hey, Pathu. -Yeah.

See if Dad is gone.

Yeah.

He's going to the yard.

You're awesome, Mom!

-Show me once. -Keep your hand like this.

Now, roll your tongue.

Not quite there yet.

Once again.

Come on.

Isn't it better now?!

Once more.

You liar!

I'll show you, brother.

Pathu…

Are you coming to watch the match?

Are you coming to watch the match?

-Me?! -Yeah.

Sure, brother. I'm in.

Go get changed and and come.

How do I convince her now?

So, tell me, bro. Who's it?

Rahna from my gang,

or Surumi, that girl we met at the wedding the other day?

What?!

You're bribing me to help you win them over, right?

Chocolate shake, watermelon juice!

Surumi?!

It's not that.

-I need a bigger favor from you. -What?

You gotta do the commentary for our match.

Commentary?

Ansar, who used to handle it for our tournament, backed out.

And Jabbar's got another match to attend.

We're kinda stuck.

-Please help us. -What do you mean?

I mean, you should do the announcements and the commentary.

No way! Start the bike and drop me back home right now.

I can't do it.

Really? Commentary, you say.

Commentary isn't about just blabbering whatever comes to your mind.

Especially at an event with a ton of people.

That's no big deal.

We've set up a booth like an office.

Once you're inside, no one's gonna notice you.

Just give it a shot.

It'll be awesome if it works out.

No way, brother! No can do.

It'd be so embarrassing if I ended up saying something dumb.

Commentary for a football match. Who do you think I am,

the famous commentator Shaiju Damodaran?

You want the entire Malappuram district to start calling me "Chatterbox"!

Oh, Pathu. Just come with me if you can.

Otherwise, we all will be shamefaced.

Not my problem.

It's almost time.

There's a writer named Chullikkad, right?

He and Mohammed Rafi are the ones opening the tournament.

Rafi?

You mean Mohammed Rafi?

I'll come, but you gotta help me get a photo with him.

Forget one,

I'll let you take ten selfies.

Come.

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An abode brims with desires' weight

As your voice ripples through the scene

As feet dance into the game's embrace We witness the joy it imparts

While ears hunt for tales untold

Stories bloom from your utterance

As the pitch is etched upon the ground It's the hour of the battle

From your tongue, fiery words ignite

Summoning the entire village To witness the clash

The sparks of excitement burst to life Amid echoing cheers and shouts

Pathu, leave out the Malappuram slang for now.

Start with formal language, and later you can throw in the Malappuram slang.

An electrifying match is set to kick off at Mambaram Mini Stadium today.

Come rain or shine, despite any barriers Team Teatime Perinthalmanna

is here with an unbreakable will and determination.

On the flip side, we've got Team Super Studio Malappuram,

proudly sponsored by Poonthodan Beef Stall in Mankada.

The teams are ready to rip apart their opponents on the field.

We extend a warm welcome to all the die-hard football fans out there

to today's thrilling football tournament.

Navigating down the left wing,

orchestrating the game from side to side with precise footwork,

and firing shots from the left,

they're here to surprise the opposition with their powerful strikes.

Kicking off the pre-season football tournament

brought to you by Super Boys Malappuram,

we've got the showdown between

Teatime Perinthalmanna and Super Studio Malappuram underway.

We're not only graced with esteemed players from all-India sevens teams,

but we've got an abundance of talent beyond that.

Right here on our turf,

this football match is heating up like a sizzling biryani hotpot.

All five thousand hearts in this gallery

are all set to shout, "Goal! Goal!"

Take a deep breath, folks.

We're just a few minutes away from this thunderous match.

The fearless Malappuram tuskers,

who face opponents head-on from every angle,

and those who possess cunning tricks to conquer their foes,

are gearing up for the battle.

The teams, who have kissed the all-India football trophies several times,

have assembled on the field.

A warm welcome to this brilliant spectacle of football.

A kick-off whistle echoes uniting both heart and foot with the ball,

cutting through our very core.

Kuttan initiates the play with a gentle kiss of his foot,

passing it over to the Sudani player Bellac.

Bellac swiftly directs it towards Ashiq Usman's boots.

Ashiq is enchanting the pitch like a mystical djinn,

darts forward, gliding past three tenacious defenders!

Meanwhile, Rafi is perched on the edge of his seat,

utterly captivated by the graceful dance of the ball.

And there they go, the Super Studio like mighty tuskers with their tusks shaking.

Bellac is back in action. Here he goes!

Yes! See the incredible power of Sudani's kicks,

sending the ball to where it belongs.

The booted feet are swinging in perfect harmony, much like a rhythmic dance.

But Teatime's defense remains unshaken.

Teatime bounces back like a Samurai reclaiming the battlefield.

Wow! The tables are turning.

Teatime is advancing with the ball,

It's not the same ball that 14 pairs of feet touched.

It's no longer the same. It has evolved and transformed.

The ball charges towards the goal.

A moment that demands to be etched in memory.

Hold your breath.

There it goes! Vishal unleashes a rocket towards the goal.

Oh, no!

The ball narrowly misses the target by mere inches.

You rocked, my dear!

Out of the world!

From your tongue, fiery words ignite

The sparks of excitement burst to life Amid echoing cheers and shouts

Summoning the entire village to witness the clash.

It's the season now. Sevens is really fun.

Your tournament just rocked.

Her commentary, especially. Using phrases like,

"A kick-off whistle uniting both heart and foot with the ball."

Just amazing!

I waited to congratulate her.

In Thunchath Ezhuthachan's "Adhyatma Ramayanam",

there's a line that goes, "Like waves in the sea,

words from your mother tongue should come to your mind whenever needed."

Means,

just like the ceaseless waves in the sea,

words should flow into your mind effortlessly and continuously.

It's the eternal wish of every writer.

May you also be blessed with that gift.

Thank you, sir.

-See you then. -Bye, sir.

Okay, sir.

Chatterbox, you turned a star overnight.

What did he just say?

Sea? Waves?

Honestly, I didn't get it.

Anyway, you nailed it.

The commentary and the announcements, right?

-Of course! It was awesome. -Superb!

A kick-off whistle echoes uniting both heart and foot with the ball.

Cutting through our very core.

Here we have the highly anticipated clash

between Hunters Mukkam and Soccer Vengoor!

A move down the left wing as they strive

to intercept Shanid Rahman's scorching pass.

Shafeek lines up a shot to hit a goal.

Can this be an early goal for the Hunters?

Oh, no!

See the ball rolling? See the game fuming and boiling?

There goes Fathima, pulling a trick As the first whistle blows

On your way back home, Did you see a riveting "Sevens" match?

Did you hear her firecracker commentary Blasting through the mike?

She's the first girl of her kind As loud as a blaring anklet

Her voice packs a punch The match is on!

The damsel in my heart’s arcade Clamoring like coins for ages

The girl spreading fragrance With her voice

Bright as a crimson red flower Her vigor is

Oh, here comes the back pass of A prayer-reciting muezzin

Even the housewives shout He's as good as Benzema

See the football flying Across the beaches of Malappuram?

She's the first girl of her kind As loud as a blaring anklet

Her voice packs a punch The match is on!

Here she is, the one who conquered Our hearts with ardent clamor

Picture this field as our entire world,

and from its center line, the equator,

Cooper Mohan launches a long kick down the pitch.

Scooter Moidutty, with his outstretched legs, traps this pass from the left wing.

Moidutty charges forward with the ball,

resembling a scooter weaving through a congested traffic jam,

effortlessly gliding past the stationary vehicles toward the traffic signal.

Just like that, he moves forward.

He's moving past the Kozhikode Brothers' defenders

with the ease of River Kallayi.

Moidutty is closing in on the goalpost.

Wow! Moidutty sends a long, precise pass.

Jose is fluttering like a butterfly with the ball.

Jose is sprinting forward, passing the ball from his right foot to the left.

Jose!

Now, the only obstacle standing before Jose is the goalkeeper.

Goal!

A strike as potent as a cannonball fired from a cannon.

It's a goal!

Chatterbox.

You're joining us for TTM Perinthalmanna's success celebration tomorrow, right?

Tomorrow is Rahna's pre-wedding function.

I can come for an hour, maybe.

Just an announcement, not a commentary, right?

So much arrogance?

Even Shaiju Damodaran from the IFL isn't as busy as you.

Listen up.

Commentary is what brings soul to the match.

That's not the case with announcements. Tell me if you want me there.

Hey, please come. I told them that you'd be coming.

If you do the announcement, it'll pack a punch.

-Okay. -Alright, then.

Navigating the hallowed grounds that hold

a special place in the history of Indian football,

we have the spectacular champions, Teatime Perinthalmanna,

trailing right behind this vehicle.

And here they are, making their grand entrance!

The one showcasing incredible dynamism in front of the goalpost,

with impressive moves that skid, flip,

and shatter the opponent's dreams of victory,

the Oliver Kahn of Kerala sports, the goalkeeper Mammad Khan!

Alongside, the mighty defender who erects a Himalayan wall of defense

to thwart both the incoming opponent and their ball, Shameer!

On the left wing, we have the unstoppable defender, Shanid,

impervious even to the fiercest eastern winds.

And on the right wing, none other than T.N. Vishnu,

who can thwart a charging opponent with a shout of "move away".

Adding a touch of traditional finesse to the game, the attacker Hafiz,

who's poised to send tremors through the opponent's goalpost.

With a triumphant kiss on the cup,

behold the majestic entry of Teatime Perinthalmanna.

These seasoned players, the true royalty of the pitch, proudly donning their boots,

here they come, receiving all your applause and cheering!

Pathu, where were you?

Everyone got here ages ago. Look at her. Take off those glasses.

Come. Damn her glasses!

Where were you?

Did you not hear any of those, Mom?

Yeah, I heard it.

I hope your Dad never catches wind of it.

She's been looking for you for quite a while now.

After hearing you blabber, I thought you were not gonna come today.

I wouldn't have if it was your wedding.

You're into guys who resemble broiler chickens, right?

Get lost!

Come on, let's take some pictures. We've been waiting for you forever!

Did you have food?

Okay. Please stand closer, brother.

Take a step back. Look at the camera.

Stand closer.

She looks gorgeous.

Okay. Get down.

It's our turn now. Come.

-Hi! -Scram. Hell with your "Hi"!

What's up, bride?

Here. Have it.

-Don't complain that we didn't come. -Why are you late?

-Please look here and smile. -Look there.

Okay, the one on this side, sit closer.

Okay.

-Let's take a selfie. -Yeah. A selfie.

-Is that okay? -Superb!

-Okay. -Have food before you leave, okay?

-Yeah, right. -Then?

Muneer.

Call your daughter here.

-Your commentary was superb. -Thanks.

Pathu!

I'll be right back.

Daughters are meant to be wedded to another family.

Right, Muneer?

Girls like these, so irresponsible and reckless, not fearing God,

would anybody consider marrying them?

At a place where boys play football and have fun,

I heard she goes there to prattle. Is it true?

Football is everywhere nowadays.

Also, wearing boy-like clothes,

not even wearing the veil properly,

and clicking photos.

It's not even a photo.

Selfie.

But Kadar, she--

Are you of the same age as Rahna?

It's her wedding today.

And the groom?!

An MBA, working in Dubai.

Whatever progressive things they say,

when it comes to marriage, boys want only well-mannered girls.

Even if the girl is not so pretty, they won't care.

Who told you that these are the demands of boys these days?

Such idiots might be there.

But, not everybody is like that.

We are looking for equal partners who are willing to share responsibilities.

Holy Lord!

Aren't you the son of the union leader Moidu?

So?

Is he still in prison, or outside after his so-called revolution?

Dare you say one more word, I'll punch you. This is Rafeeq's word.

We were concerned because you're part of our family.

If you want to get married, you should follow the advice of your elders.

Asi! Take her and go home.

Don't let his words bother you, Muneer. Come with me.

Troublesome viruses like these…

What are you waiting for, now? Let's go!

What's this, Pathu?

This didn't come up all of a sudden.

This came up a while back.

I thought of telling you later.

Just because such an incident happened yesterday,

do you think we'll bring up a proposal today?

I know why this is happening now.

He said something yesterday, and now you're behind it.

Just leave me alone!

Pathu.

Immediately after Rahna's marriage was fixed,

Dad presented your profile to the marriage broker.

He gave us an update yesterday.

Let them just come and see you.

Dad gave them his word, right?

No way, the day after tomorrow. I gotta go to the college.

I gotta enroll for the internship, and submit the project. Lots of work to do!

You could've just asked me if it's about my marriage.

You didn't ask me before giving your word, right?

You're always after your project.

Don't you have any project to do while goofing off for football commentary?

Listen to me, dear.

They are a nice family.

If this works out, it's for your own benefit.

Of course, I'll have my project.

Didn't I tell you that I wanted to study law?

You discouraged me, saying I wasn't cut out to be a lawyer or a police officer.

Allowed me to study chemistry and become a teacher.

Saying that teaching jobs are more suitable for women.

So, I'll have plenty of projects to work on.

I'll need to put in a lot of effort for that as well.

You're responsible for everything.

-Don't blame it on me now. -Pathu…

Yeah.

I'm responsible for everything.

It's my mistake that I let you study.

Anyway, it's a trend among the girls,

not to get married once they become educated.

And now I've become a laughing stock.

Pathu.

Muneer. Ask them to come.

-She will meet the groom. -Grandma.

It's okay.

Oh God, what a pain!

You just gotta show up in front of them, Fathima.

Nobody is forcing you to marry that guy.

Dad must've felt bad when they said such things about you.

But isn't this my life, ma'am?

Can they plan for such a meeting without telling me?

Well, they can't marry you off without telling you, right?

Anyway, meet the guy once.

And, let me see what can be done about your internship.

ARTS CLUB INAUGURATION

I guess the inauguration is over. See. Balachandran Chullikkad.

No matter how many years pass,

his face comes to my mind when I hear the word "campus".

Are you quite old, ma'am?

Dulquer Salman comes to my mind when I hear the word "campus".

Let's go.

Aren't you Fathima? The commentary girl?

Yes, sir.

-Do you study here? -Yes, sir.

She is excellent at football commentary.

-So you've gone to their town, sir? -Yes.

For the inauguration of the Sevens Football Tournament.

It was she who handled the commentary that day.

There's a small tea party at the office.

Please come, ma'am.

-Come, Fathima. -Yes, ma'am.

I'd have killed you if you had refused.

You're still holding on to your old flame of love?

Get lost.

Fathima. Sir is here.

Sir. This is Ancy teacher.

She is your old fan.

-Means, aren't you a fan now? -I am a fan even now, sir.

-Fathima. -Sir.

Don't forget what I told you.

The command over words.

Not everybody is blessed with that.

There is a lot of scope for a girl who does commentary.

It's a door that leads to a unique path.

Don't hesitate to knock on that door.

You will be called when it's time.

You may show up only then.

And, don't ask them too many questions, Dad said.

You mean, stay silent? Me?

What are you saying, Mom?

You mean someone can just meet me and go? Without any conversation?

I know that you can't stay silent.

Whatever you wanna ask, ask them politely.

Don't bombard them with your questions.

Don't raise my blood pressure.

I'll think about it.

Pathu.

We raised him as an obedient child.

He never even goes to those grounds where guys his age play football.

And look at the result.

He has a nice job in the Middle East now.

He has a car, an iPhone… and everything.

Well, is playing football an issue?

Of course.

Football shouldn't be given much importance during their studies.

Studies meant more than anything to him.

Call her, then.

Call her.

Pathu.

This is Nawaz's mother.

-165. -What?

It's my height. I saw you struggling to figure it out.

What are you studying, dear?

B.Sc. Biochemistry.

We aren't really an orthodox family.

Our family members even go to the movies.

You can even wear jeans after marriage.

That's no big deal.

Just make sure you wear a longer top.

You are allowed to do such things.

Let the bride and groom have a word then.

Yeah. Let them have a word.

-It's not our decision, after all. -Right, Pathu?

Thank you.

Come back soon.

-Your name is Nawaz, right? -Yeah. Nawaz.

Studious Nawaz.

Kind of.

Let's go there and talk.

Go there…

I realized only yesterday that they're looking for a match for me.

It was my friend Rahna's marriage the other day.

After we returned from the function, Dad said somebody was coming to meet me.

Ever since Rahna got married, Dad has been stressed

and is doing such strange things.

That's why my face is like this.

Are you always on your phone?

Well… I am tense.

Do you have the habit of reading?

Reading? No.

-Don't you read books? -No.

Do you watch movies?

-Movies… -What kind of movies do you like the most?

Nothing like that. Just casually--

Casually means?

Just for fun. Going to the theater and…

Do you watch football? Do you play?

Not really. I'm not much into football.

Still… Argentina or Brazil? No, hold on.

Madrid or City?

"City" means…

Manchester City. The team with Kevin De Bruyne and all.

-Kevin? -Forget it, pal.

You won't be able to handle it.

Which company do you work for in Dubai?

What's your post?

It's a startup company.

Its mother company is in Germany.

Are you there on a family visa?

Will you take me there after marriage? Or will I have to stay here?

It's not a family visa at the moment.

But, yes.

What did you study?

Did you study here? At Feroke?

Hey, Nawaz. Come here.

-Coming. -Well, the family visa?

I studied…

Don't go yet. I gotta ask you one more thing.

Do you buy lottery tickets?

I first heard your name and sound during the Sevens match.

The federation-level matches were almost over by then.

We wanted the semi-finals and the finals to pack some punch,

that's why they agreed to invite you.

But, Pathu…

-your commentary is excellent. I swear. -Thanks.

I called you here to tell you this in person.

You arrived late.

Otherwise, I would've appreciated you during the federation meeting.

With a garland.

Oh, no. No need for a garland.

Your appreciation is of great value to me.

No garland can give me the joy of hearing your words.

And this is for our joy.

Take it.

I don't wanna bargain and all.

And you'll be called when the next Federation Cup starts.

There's a school match, too, apart from that.

We'll call you for its final as well. Right, Jayan?

Yeah. We're just starting the inter-district zone.

And, the old folks are saying all sorts of things about you.

You, too, heard it, right?

Don't pay much heed to it.

-Jayan. -There he is.

-Hi. -I asked him to drop me here.

At least he reached here by the time I was about to leave. See you.

-Alright, see you then. -Shall we leave then?

Such a plethora of happiness.

-They invited me for the next season. -Wow!

Who led you towards this path?

Of course, you'll show that legacy.

My Brother Asi is a gem.

How much did you swindle them for?

How much money did you take from them, I mean?

Oh. Don't bother knowing it for the time being.

These are small things. Bigger ones are yet to come.

Come home. A terrific one is waiting for you there.

What's it?

Don't bother for the time being. Come get on the bike.

Come.

Would he show me the red card?

It's the final whistle I guess, dear.

Are you a cop to question him?

He was about to leave, and she stopped him and questioned him again.

Would any sane girl do such things?

They called me.

I was embarrassed to the core listening to them.

They're asking me, "Is this how you raise girls?"

Really?

What did you ask him?

I heard you asked him a lot of questions.

Hold on.

Ask her calmly first.

I only asked him about the family visa and the company he works for.

Did he ask you anything, Pathu?

She should give him some breathing space for that.

Muneer.

What did I tell you a few days back?

And how did it end up now?

It's your daughter's mistake that they left her.

Left me? Who left me?

He hasn't even married me yet.

Anyway, he's not worth marrying.

But you're not gonna marry him.

He's gonna marry you, right?

Wait, Uncle Kadar.

What century are you living in?

I listened to you the other day just because there were people around.

Not because you had a point.

I asked questions to the groom who came to see me, right?

I don't think it is wrong.

Someone who's not interested in anything I like,

and isn't even aware of those things, I can't marry him.

Do you realize what you're saying, and whom you're talking to?

Relax, Pathu.

Speak with respect.

Dad, I am also saying this for you to understand.

Let me first achieve something and be on my own feet.

I have no plans to get married before that.

And if you have plans to forcefully marry me off,

I have other options.

Don't think that I'm gonna commit suicide.

We have law and courts here.

Exactly.

Uncle Kadar.

I didn't like him at all.

He buys lottery tickets.

Those guys who buy lottery tickets. I don't like them at all.

They think that they can sit idle and make easy money.

I see.

It's clear now.

Pathu.

You won't be able to manage this.

Leaving home and staying in a small hostel room,

you won't be able to do this, okay?

Mom.

It's true that I have homesickness.

But I will adjust to this.

I have to go.

Ask her not to go.

Tell her that I won't conduct her marriage without her consent.

I've told her that already.

Even when the first groom came, I asked her just to go and stand before them.

Well, I mean…

we can't marry her off without her consent, right?

Pathu.

What's the matter? I heard Dad's voice.

He's asking you not to go.

He says he won't marry you off now.

Poor soul.

Here is the halwa. Good Calicut halwa.

Bro. Read this.

No. Read it and explain it to her.

She's right, Mom. It's in a lab.

A biochemistry lab.

Heard him? Marriage or bride-meeting is not my concern.

Well, Chatterbox. Don't you have any matches these days?

Well, nothing much until the end of the fasting phase.

So, play some cricket in the meantime.

I'll be back by Eid.

Besides, matches happen outside Malappuram too.

There's a large world outside this place, dear.

You must be feeling glum because you lost the FIFA World Cup.

We have tournaments such as IFL here.

You may try there as well.

And what was her line?

A net made with nylon…

-Not made. Tied. -Tied.

In front of the goalpost that's tied with the nylon net,

-jumping, flying, skidding, flipping, -Jumping, flying, skidding, flipping,

kicking away the opponent's dreams of victory…

Have it. Eat.

Dad.

Dad.

I'm going away for my studies and job.

It's not because I'm scared of the marriage.

Isn't this my life, Dad?

I gotta achieve the things I wished for, right?

Everything I achieved till now was because of your support.

Not with the support of some random townsfolk.

So, you should be the one guiding me to achieve this aim too.

Dear.

Ours is a normal middle-class family.

Everybody will ask you to dream big.

I, too, was told the same.

When I was in school, my teachers used to tell me to dream big.

And then? We would dream big.

We won't be able to manage further.

It'd be a free fall from the top of the dreams.

Such a huge downfall it'd be.

Dad…

The ones who ask you to dream about touching the skies

never tell us we should work for it.

Everything will be sorted if we think about that.

Now, tell me.

Would I fall?

-Here you go. -Alright.

Hello.

I was asked to come here for the internship.

Okay. Please wait there.

-There? -Yes.

Who are you? What do you want?

-Is it the internship? -Yeah.

As mentioned here, you should note down all the activities in this lab.

Then you should submit the report to me after a week.

When I say everything that happens here…

specimens., molecular analysis,

testing methods, and everything.

Explain it to her once.

-I had to ask you something, sir. -What's it?

Are Saturdays and Sundays off here?

What?

Are Saturdays and Sundays off here?

I wanted to know when I can take a day off.

I just came to this city.

So I had to buy a few things for my hostel. That's why.

How much time has it been since you joined, Fathima?

Five minutes, sir.

This ain't a place like the others.

I won't let you do shoddy work in the name of internship here.

Let me say that in advance.

I'll give you the internship certificate only if you do the things I ask you to.

Got it?

It's not even five minutes, and she wants a leave.

You came straight here? Where are you staying?

I've arranged my stay well in advance.

One of my seniors is here.

Though she studied Chemistry like me,

she's a journalist now.

Ramya Avani. She's in the Times newspaper.

God! You should read her articles.

Her name appears in newspapers sometimes. Have you seen it?

Lower your voice, please.

You're not gonna die even if a jackfruit falls on your head.

-I just said some bad things about you. -Lower your voice.

Stop blabbering.

I had an assignment to complete this morning.

I'm all free now.

-So, how are things there? -Well, not too bad.

Everybody studies so hard.

I'm worried that I, too, will study hard and become a scientist.

And I guess I'll have to use a silencer even when I breathe.

This place looks like villain Amrish Puri's den.

Stop it.

Spare some topics to discuss when we meet.

There won't be any scarcity for that, dear.

I got lots and lots to tell you.

My work will be done around 4:00 p.m.

I'll come there. Let's go out together after that.

We have something for the evening.

Alright. Okay.

Amrish Puri's underground den.

A den with blinking lights.

A den where you can't talk.

A den where you shoot for fun.

So, that's the matter.

Dad finally gave up, right?

Then why did you extend your two-week internship to two months?

What are you up to for these two months? Do you have any affairs?

Scram. Affair, it seems.

If I get into an affair,

I'll have to dress up as he suggests,

tell him wherever I go,

give up my sleep, and message him all night.

Spare me.

What's this fishy deal, then?

Hey, there's a dream that I had quite recently.

I wanna follow that dream.

This visit to Kochi is the first step to that.

The first step.

The intro seems nice. Come to the point now.

The point is a bit insane.

Still…

I want to become a commentator.

-What? -What did you say?

Commentator.

Commentator, I said.

Commentator? Commenting what?

Football commentator.

The commentator for IFL football, which is gonna happen in the stadium here.

What?

Didn't you get her? Like our famous Mr. Damodar.

Ronaldo! Oh!

Watch This. In this universe…

Come on, stop it.

-You continue. -It's somewhat like that.

I wanna do the commentary with such enthusiasm.

The listeners should witness the game listening to my commentary.

When a goal is scored, they should be as zealous as I am.

When a penalty kick is missed,

they should cry with me.

And thus, make them stay in that magic.

Awesome.

It's nice, dear.

I don't wanna disappoint you.

But it's not gonna work out.

You ought to learn Malayalam first.

Your Malabar Malayalam and formal Malayalam are two different things.

Here. Hold this.

-If this ground is the world, -Wow!

from its imaginary dividing line, from its equator…

It's amazing, right?

Hey. Get up.

Don't you have to go to work today?

I took two days off, saying I needed to find a place to stay.

As soon as I joined.

They're safe for two days.

Tea?

Yes, my dear.

What's this bribe for?

I need your help.

-You must know these people, right? -What's this? A to-do list?

Kerala Football Federation…

You're so determined?

Yeah.

-Brother. Isn't the president here? -Who?

Jayesh Nair, the federation president.

A meeting about the football tournament is going on.

-Oh. -It'll take some time to finish.

-Oh! -Shall we wait?

-Sure. -Alright.

If you have some work, go finish it first. I'll wait here.

-Will you be able to manage? -Yeah.

I had a task to finish.

If you can manage, it's okay.

Carry on.

Call me if you need anything. See you.

-You want some? -No, dear.

-You can take. I have more with me. -No, thanks.

-It's okay. You can take some. -No.

Seems like the meeting is over.

Sir's coming.

Check on that contract.

-I will. -About the catering at the stadium,

-give that to the guy I talked about. -No worries.

Sir, I am Fathima.

I am from Malappuram.

-Are you a student? -Yes.

Listen, the volunteers for IFL are not chosen via the federation.

-It's not that, sir. -Then?

I wanted to know the selection process for the commentators in IFL.

What?

-Selection for commentary? -Yes, sir.

Aren't those more serious matters?

-What's your name? -Fathima.

Lady Fathima,

this is a tournament with a business value of more than 1000 crores.

How much? How much?

Thousand crores.

Thousand crores.

Do you know how many zeroes are there in a thousand crores?

One, ten, hundred…

Do one thing. Enroll yourself here for the volunteer post.

You'll be called if there's any opportunity. Okay?

Then, you'll have the privilege to get on the ground and pick balls, okay?

No, sir. I'm not here to be a volunteer.

Is there any chance for commentary?

Sir. Can you please have a look at this?

Sir, please.

Can you please have a look?

Okay, get my phone number from here. You may send it to my number.

What did you do?

Did you see the way she was rolling like a ball?

She must've had a banana for breakfast. That must be why.

Don't do your regular tricks.

This is fantastic.

Even better than my commentary.

To tell you the truth, I don't remember how I was chosen to be a commentator.

The selection is made by IFL and that sports channel.

Anyway, it's in Mumbai where these things are decided.

But…

who is the decision maker for this?

One, Mr. Shiva.

Shiva has the final word.

I have seen him only during the selection process.

But I don't think my reference would help you much.

It'll be difficult to contact him.

If there's any possibility, please let us know.

Definitely.

-Alright. -Shall we go?

See you.

For the rights and benefits of the farmers of the high range.

To go ahead with more vigor.

I sent some emails as per the info you gave.

I tried looking into some contacts as well.

But no use.

We don't have any role in this.

It's the Star network that manages such things.

I'll try again. Will let you know if anything works out.

-I'll contact you. Okay? -Bye.

We request you. From the district of Kottayam.

You have to resolve this matter, madam. This is the petition--

This isn't needed.

I've already informed this, right?

Satheesh, please collect it from him.

-Hey, Ramya. -Hi.

-How's it going? -All good, minister.

Isn't the town hall meeting at 3:00 p.m.?

Yeah. It's been some days since I saw Mom. I'll be here for the next few days.

Ma'am, this is Fathima.

The one I told you about the other day. The commentator.

-I sent you a video as well. -Oh, she's the one.

-Your commentary is nice. -Thank you.

Ma'am, about what I asked you…

Hey, I have the same answer I told you on the phone.

It's just that this is the venue for the event.

But our government has no role in this.

And we could get a few VIP passes if we want.

Didn't you try meeting with Jayesh?

Well, he's the overall in charge of this.

And I'm telling you this because it's you.

This isn't gonna work out. It's quite difficult.

Alright.

-Ma'am. -Ma'am.

-You wait here. I'll come now. -Okay.

Man, some people say that Evan's decision is right.

Some say it's wrong.

What decision should I--

What decision should I make?

See what happened now?

They're gonna import foreign referees to India.

What would the Indian referees do, then? Sit at home and…

-blow whistles? -Sir, I am Fathima. I…

You're such a trouble.

There's no point in asking my help for something that's not gonna happen.

Stop roaming around here and go home.

Man, I wasn't asking the coach to leave.

It was that roach of a girl.

Commentary? No chance.

Dear, it's not as simple as you think.

Commentary? What's wrong with you?

It won't happen. It won't.

Why? For what? We don't need it.

There are no announcements here.

No way, my dear.

-How many times should I tell you? -It's not going to happen.

We don't need commentators.

No, that's impossible now!

You'll be discharged soon.

-Take off that cannula. -Okay.

-Was it quite expensive? -Yeah.

I sold my home and the land around it.

There's a cow left. I'm gonna sell it too.

Let it be.

What's your next plan?

Aren't you almost certain that it's not gonna work out?

So, better go home soon.

I've booked you a ticket.

Ticket? For me?

Yeah.

Rosie, you may leave if you don't like me staying here.

Fresh.

We have two more months before the tournament begins. Let's see.

Maybe it won't work out.

But I can give it a shot.

No, we can't enter the gym now.

No, I'm not going to complain.

I have another way in mind.

After all, you're so obsessed with it, right?

But I can't trouble you that much, right?

I gotta find a small job.

Oh. So you're all set to see my doom?

There's still time left, right?

Isn't it just the half-time?

Let's see if the doom comes.

Then, blow the whistle for the half-time.

We've finished going through all the members on this list.

From tomorrow, once more, repeat.

The street transforms into An endless sea

Burning dreams ripple upon its surface

Shadows meld into the shifting sands

The stadium overflows, The audience peeks through the wall

A downpour of fiery rain

You stand prepared for the battle

The game escalates, and you become one

God must now unveil a miracle profound

Warriors, weary and drenched in sweat

Countless battles ahead They must confront

Ashes engulf our mortal frames

As a chronic ache cries out From deep within

The ground roars with jubilant shouts

Eyes witness footballs soar high In the skies

This fierce energy within our souls

May it endure till our very last breath

Yeah, it's technically an administrative assistant post.

But you'll have to do all sorts of things here. All in all.

You may even have to assist the coach.

Football is our major focus.

But we do athletics too.

Things like the playground, matches, and football are glued to my mind.

I wasn't able to get hold of other jobs too.

That's when Ramya told me about you.

Thank you, ma'am.

Even the sight of a football rolling makes me happy.

We had a vacation camp here.

Ramya was here to cover it.

That's how I know Ramya.

She was my senior at college.

That's how I know her.

I mean, when I was in twelfth grade--

-Sorry. -Why sorry?

I keep talking like this.

So what? It's nice to listen to you.

You keep talking. You can talk to the kids, too.

Talk, right? I'll do it as I can, ma'am.

To tell you the truth, we miss it here.

Then…

-What's it? -My boot's studs are gone.

They came off in just one round of running. Such useless ones.

Aren't those soft ground boots?

If you wear this and play on the turf,

not just the studs but your feet, too, may fall off.

-This is Fathima. Our new-- -Yeah, Ramya told me.

She called in the morning.

Solomon.

Solomon.

Did you pick a fight with the gym trainer?

I heard a case has been filed.

No case. We settled it at the hospital.

I'm asking you to just wait for a month.

After waiting this long--

Otherwise, everything will be wasted.

Isn't he Solomon?

The one from I-League?

Solomon Margaret?

My husband Job Thomas and he started this academy together.

Back then, kids used to come here just to see him.

Nowadays, they're leaving, all thanks to him.

He doesn't play anymore.

He just wears his boots and jogs around.

And then watch the game.

He thinks the kids would get demoralized if he plays.

Ma'am.

-He's a former Indian footballer-- -I know.

Pradeep sir, right?

Football-playing boys used to be my friends when I was a kid.

I still remember the lines from the newspaper they used to wrap their books.

The ball that hit the foot of Bhaichung Bhutia, who fell down,

reached the foot of Pradeep, Indian team's Moolamattam Power House.

The attacking soldier, the one designated by the coach.

Not bad.

People don't usually remember us.

Especially us, the mid-fielders.

Pradeep, this is Fathima.

-Take her. -What a goal!

The ball had bounced off Bhutia's leg and landed in front of Pradeep.

The ultimate powerhouse of Indian Football

Pradeep shot to the goalpost with a single loophole.

Hey. Don't ruin your throat gurgling.

Are you going to sing tomorrow?

It's just a small match.

How is it going at the academy?

Hey.

I saw Solomon there. Solomon Margaret.

When I called him to discuss about tomorrow's plan, he told me

about you lecturing him.

Wait, what about tomorrow?

Isn't it Solomon who recommended you for tomorrow's commentary?

I see.

I, too, was wondering…

how did it work all of a sudden

after they paid no attention to our previous attempts.

But isn't he expelled from the team?

That's something done via the sports council.

You should rock the show. Don't ruin my reputation.

Of course, I will hold up your reputation.

Even if it takes me to break my throat,

I'll yell in between that you helped me get this chance.

KERALA SCHOOL LEAGUE

There. They are the ones.

I mean, fry. Dried chili fry.

-It'll be awesome as a side dish. -Yeah.

Hey. Solomon asked us to… for the commentary.

Is she the one?

Didn't I tell you I'll get something done?

Why did you go with Solomon's recommendation then?

It's not like that.

I work in his academy now.

In Solomon's academy?

Yes. Not just that,

he recommended me as nothing worked out despite my attempts.

Not me. My friend Ramya suggested it to him.

She told Solomon about this, and so…

I don't know if anything will work out here.

Anyway, let me see.

But, sir…

Solomon told us he had already spoken to Mr. Jayesh,

so we came here.

Isn't there a match today?

Hey, Fathima.

It's not Solomon who decides things here.

I thought of helping you, but you paid no attention to me.

When I tried to help you and message you,

no reply.

Let me talk to the president.

I'll let you know then.

-Will it work? -Two pretty girls are here, sir.

Wanna do the commentary, it seems.

Yeah. I was told about this by the sports council.

Give this to her and ask her to anchor the event.

Listen. You're lucky.

Mr. Jayesh has agreed to make you do the introduction of the guests.

This is the list of guests.

I'm not here for that, sir.

I'm here to do the commentary for the match.

Solomon told me that he had informed you of this.

Oh, that's the thing?

Who said you can do the commentary? That loser?

Even he is of no value here.

Do you think we're just waiting for his orders?

I got a call from the Council.

I agreed to this, only because the Council suggested it. Got it?

Commentary isn't going to happen.

See, Fathima.

I wanted to tell you this when I saw you first.

Commentary is an activity with your voice.

When someone hits a goal on the ground,

or something happens,

you may have to do the commentary by lowering your pitch or shouting.

Got it?

You won't get such depth in a female voice.

Anyway,

have you seen any woman doing commentary in any of the World Cups?

No.

This is a man's zone.

Gender reservation isn't going to work here.

Here. Try this.

Anchoring. Just try.

This is a nice option. Right?

Not just that. You can be around the ball too.

This is quite a big chance.

You won't get it again.

Sir, this big chance of yours,

for me…

we women get several such chances.

Since childhood, if we wish for something,

ask for something we like,

or want to study what we like, such chances come up.

Saying that this is better than that, this is the better option,

you won't be able to do this,

so try something easier.

No, sir.

Please keep this big chance to yourself.

I want my chance only.

It's okay.

Come.

I'm still angry with him.

Such losers are also there in my office.

I'm not able to reach Solomon.

Don't get angry.

We told him the problem.

-We should've slapped him. -What for?

We can sort things out just by talking.

We can avoid half of the fights if we say things to people's faces.

See. I have an even bigger nuisance to deal with now.

What?

-Remember that loser? -Who?

The scoundrel who's with the Football Federation president.

Didn't you see him today? The one in khadi clothes.

Oh. That guy?

He keeps messaging me.

-Anything lewd? -Yeah. It wasn't so often till today.

But ever since we left that place today,

he says, "Let's meet, talk, find a solution for everything."

He has asked me to go to his flat tomorrow.

Go to his flat?

Yeah.

Scumbag.

When Solomon calls, I'll tell him this as well.

What for?

That's not necessary.

Why? Isn't it Solomon who asked you to call Jayesh?

Anyway, there's a limit to inviting someone and insulting them.

Why do we need a third person to sort out our things?

Deal with it as a lady.

What about we take a screenshot and post it on Facebook?

That's right. I also thought of it.

But not now.

I've agreed to meet him tomorrow.

At his flat?

What for?

How to kill a king?

It's simple.

Find his queen.

I knew that you'd come.

Please come in.

Spray… Jaguar.

Please, sit.

Please.

Shall I get you some juice, Fathima?

In this situation,

grape honey is better. Right?

Let's have it after a while. Isn't that better?

Yeah.

Let's have it after a while.

Let me sit first.

Sorry.

Where are you from, Fathima?

Malappuram.

Malappuram.

I saw the link you sent the other day.

To tell you the truth,

you don't seem like someone who speaks this much.

You seem to me like a teeny, tiny, silent kitten.

A kitten that we like to carry and caress.

Meow.

Naughty fellow.

There's no point in asking that useless president about the commentary.

It's Shiva from Star Network

who deals with those things.

Not the president.

There's a confidante of Shiva's.

It'll work out if you can convince him.

But he's a very serious person.

He doesn't get influenced so easily.

If you can persuade him somehow,

you'll be doing the commentary when the game happens.

-Who's that person? -Look.

Look here.

L.P. Gopakumar.

It's me.

Let me get you some juice.

This girl and her antics.

It would've lost the coolness.

I want to listen to your commentary live.

The care I showed you all this while…

I want the same in return.

So, I offer my full support.

Commentary, right?

Commentary.

Thinking that the goalkeeper would give in, the player comes with the ball,

crossing all the crooked paths and sprinting towards Fathima…

he is L.P. Gopakumar, the scoundrel from the Football Federation.

Before him, the opposing team presented their trump card.

That trump card is called Gopika Vinodini.

Gopika, who studies at St. Alberts College.

Wait…

-Isn't she your daughter, sir? -Yeah.

Right.

So, that's the thing.

The thing is, sir…

though Gopika wasn't the friend of this humble Fathima,

Fathima became friends with a couple of Gopika's friends,

and made Gopika her friend as well through a tactful move.

I message Gopika quite often these days, okay?

I sensed something wrong with your first message itself.

I guessed that you'd try to hit a goal.

It was evident from your face that you are shameless.

Don't you worry, sir.

This message hasn't reached Gopika's inbox yet, like a penalty.

Sir.

How's my live commentary?

-Good-- -How'd it be if I took a screenshot

of yesterday's message, posted it on Facebook, and tagged her?

Or…

how about sending it to her as a personal message?

-No need… -Yeah.

So you fouled by trying to hit on someone as young as your daughter.

And you're aware that whatever you did is heinous.

Yeah, I am aware.

If you do this again, even after my warning,

I'll take a red card and pin it on your chest.

It was a minor slip on my side…

A minor slip?

This?

I'll have the evidence with me.

Don't do such hideous things again.

See you then.

Convey my regards to Gopika.

Sure. I will.

At what damn time did I even think of doing that.

Look.

Don't try to get back at me for saying these things, okay?

No, no.

Don't panic, just be cautious.

Solomon.

-How are you, champion? -All good. How are you?

So nice to see you.

Yeah, good.

Fathima, this is Vijay John.

A big shot in IFL.

No, no. I'm not a big shot or anything of that sort.

I just stay with the team, handle their transport,

you know, like a minor logistics partner.

Champion, as you said,

the decision-makers are the broadcasting channels. Okay?

And the name you got is the correct one. Shiva.

But now, he's at a bad stage after a personal tragedy.

His wife died six months ago.

He's living alone now with his child.

Anyway, I'll talk to him. Okay?

Thank you, sir.

I never expected that I'd reach this close.

-And now… -See, Fathima.

Your commentary is good. It's quite amazing, actually. Okay?

But…

I don't think that'd help you to do commentary in IFL.

The process of becoming a commentator is different altogether.

Anyway, next Monday,

I mean, the day after tomorrow,

the IFL organizing committee's meeting is taking place.

And Shiva will be there.

So, I'll talk to him.

You try to meet Shiva. Okay?

Thank you, sir.

Hello. Where are you going?

Inside.

Isn't the IFL meeting happening here?

I got an appointment to see someone who came for the meeting.

-You can't go in. -They've asked me to come in the morning.

You can't go in. A meeting is happening.

Then you can inform them. My name's Fathima Noorjahan.

I'm someone who does football commentary.

Commentary? For our football?

See, we received some complaints.

We don't want to ruin the name of the tournament.

So be careful about the tenders and contracts.

You get me?

-Hello. -Sir, a girl's here.

To see someone who came from Bombay for the meeting.

-She said Shiva or something-- -A girl?

Ask her name and tell me.

-What's your name? -Fathima.

Sir, she said it's Fathima.

Hang up.

I'm all doomed here and…

If you let her in, I'll terminate you.

-Okay, sir. -Cut the call.

What's it, man?

Sir, that was… Sorry, madam.

Some internal issues.

Didn't I hear a lot?

Leave. Leave.

-What's it? To whom did you talk? -Mr. Jayesh.

What's it to you, whoever that is? Come on, leave.

-What did he say? -Leave.

No cuss words. But asked me not to send you in.

Leave. Come on.

Leave.

Do you have any issues if I wait here?

I'll lose my job if they see you when they come out.

Please. Stand there.

Go.

Thanks, brother.

They left.

Thank God. They didn't see you.

I would've lost my job.

What did you do, brother?

Where the hell is she coming from?

I couldn't meet him.

Didn't I tell you about Shiva's schedule?

See, you can't catch him this season.

I think he's going to Portugal today or tomorrow or something. Okay?

He's got meetings regarding the streaming of matches there.

I can't do anything.

And about that Football Federation President Jayesh,

if he's the one troubling you,

fix that problem first.

What is this, champion?

Listen to me.

For the catering contract at the stadium during the matches,

I asked them for 40 lakh rupees.

They were annoyed at first.

But when I further insisted,

it worked out.

Dare they mess with us.

Hey, Solomon.

This is for everything. Everything.

Got it?

Rascals.

I had this up my sleeve for long.

Just one dialogue, just one punch. Clean field.

Who said? Do you know?

Even wars are ended by discussions across a table.

Yet you think a punch will solve it all.

Anyway, I did what I had to. Nobody got to know about this.

He won't tell it to anybody as it's shameful for him.

My dear Pathu.,

-don't you spread this news now. -Fathima.

Oh no!

Hold this. Please take care of this.

First, Kerala FC.

Later, I-League.

When everybody thought that he'd be selected for the IFL,

that happened.

He was caught for doping while playing in the I-League.

The anti-doping agency has banned him now.

-It's been a year now. -Yeah, I know.

I read a lot of news about this.

But didn't it happen a long time ago?

Can't he try to make a comeback?

It's easy to say but not so easy to do.

When the whole world tries to knock you down for something you didn't even do,

it's not so simple to recover from that, Fathima.

Means?

Means…

Means that was cheating.

The doctor from their team

did that for someone else.

They say Jayesh is also involved in it.

The medicine the doctor gave him while he was sick

contained anabolic steroids.

It was caught later, and the doctor was expelled. But…

Solomon's ban wasn't lifted.

The decision about that will come in another month.

And he's getting into new troubles amid that.

That's what I told him as well.

Getting into unnecessary trouble, for my sake.

He can't be blamed.

He was under treatment for severe depression.

Let it be.

You're going home for four days, what are your plans?

A small deal with the Malappuram Football Federation.

An inter-district school tournament.

Just go there and prattle something.

Oh, so you're gonna earn some bucks.

The football matches in my town,

it's altogether a different level of fun.

Mom, it's finished.

Serve her one more.

What's this, Pathu?

Were you starving there?

This is a dish made by my mom.

Enough. Stop it.

You just need to pour some water now.

The soap of your flattering has lathered up well.

Have some curry.

Hurry up, Fathima Noorjahan. The car is ready. Make it fast.

-Let her eat in peace. -Yeah, let her.

What's up with the car?

Where are you off to?

Today is the zone final of IST.

So, she's the one doing commentary.

The Federation has invited her.

Wait, Dad.

Isn't Uncle Ahmed from the Federation your friend?

They used to play together at Mambaram.

I know. Tornado Muneer.

It was that era's game.

From Kannur Sree Narayana to Trivandrum GV,

I've gone with all these teams to play and to watch the game.

Ahmed could carry that passion forward.

He was capable enough for that.

We are too. You come with us, Dad.

You haven't heard my commentary, right? It'd be fun.

You can boast in front of Uncle Ahmed.

No. You carry on.

Well, when are you going?

In a while.

You just change and come, Dad. Let's go.

Come, Dad. Let's have some fun.

Right?

Come on. Shall I also come?

Let's listen to her commentary. It'll be fun.

Please, Dad.

Go ahead, Muneer.

Wow. There's a hoarding with Chatterbox's photo.

Hi, Jayan. Where's Uncle Ahmed?

The day before yesterday, he invited me and he's not answering the calls today.

He must be busy, right?

Uncle Ahmed is there. But you don't go there.

Why?

Nothing. Let's not have your commentary today.

Let's do it another time. Skip it for today.

What's this? I came here because Uncle Ahmed invited me.

What happened? Found someone new?

No, there's nobody.

But it's not gonna work out.

What's wrong, Jayan?

What's the problem?

There's a small problem, Asi.

Take her and leave now. I'll call you.

What's the matter, Jayan? Let me go check.

I'll leave only after meeting Uncle Ahmed.

-Asi… -Come with me, Dad.

Pathu…

What's the matter?

Ask her not to go inside now.

You're here?

So, this is the reason.

This is the reason for keeping me away, right?

You invited me here, right? And now?

And now?

And now, you'll go back.

Forget commentary, you won't even enter this stadium.

Not just here. Any stadium managed by the federation's funds.

Who's he to say that, Uncle?

-Asi… -What's his problem?

Ask her if you wanna know the problem.

Just understand that he has the right to stop her from entering this stadium.

Isn't this a small thing?

They're here to watch the match.

Are you still out of your senses?

Either the federation's fund or her commentary.

Choose either one.

Let it be, Uncle Ahmed.

-Don't beg in front of him for my sake. -Pathu.

He is pure venom.

And sir, you're not the end of this world, right?

I'll find my own way.

-Pathu, stop. -You find your own way.

But it's gonna be the end of you.

The voice of someone like you, won't be heard on any grounds, anymore.

And that fella of yours, Solomon.

I'll make sure to pay him back.

Come.

President…

What's Pathu up to, Muneer?

They're not normal people. They're the underworld.

Don't try to mess with people out of our league. Okay?

Dad.

-Pathu… -Come.

I've told you several times

not to go beyond your limits.

Where do you think you stand?

You ought to be scared of such people.

What a mess you've made, Pathu!

It's not like our low-budget tournaments.

They're big shots.

Who are you to argue with them?

Tell us what happened there.

You lost your speech now?

I went to them asking for a chance to do the commentary for IFL.

But they said women aren't capable enough to do that,

insulted me, and said bad things to me.

I did the same then.

Wait. Where to do the commentary?

At IFL?

Have you gone crazy?

Or have you lost your senses?

I'm telling you again and again.

Your dad, and him,

we're normal mechanics, Pathu.

Just have some sense and think about it.

It's all your fault.

She was just blabbering and you encouraged her.

Now she thinks she's some big shot.

Messing with them would cause further troubles, Pathu.

They're of a different league altogether.

Involved in politics and business.

Why don't you understand that?

-What kind of commentary are you doing? -Dear…

Watching the TV and blabbering?

Or texting your friends on the phone?

Or when guests come to our house,

asking them questions without even giving them breathing space?

In the tournament where random guys play,

you think just reading out their names makes you something big?

Just listen to my commentary once, Dad.

Can you stop it? Don't say anything about it.

To hell with her football and commentary.

What do you think where I got this from, Dad?

In Areekode Ground, where they wept hard from defeats,

the Malappuram Morning Star team stepped in once again,

with a bunch of new players with no hopes of winning.

In the 17th minute, Sali Moideen, the goalkeeper from Ringo Star Team

kicked the ball from the goal post,

and a lean foot stopped it at the central forward,

thus starting the glorious history of Morning Star.

Like diving into River Chaliyar,

he dived past three defenders

and hit the goal from 50 feet away.

That central forward player's goal still has a name of its own.

Lean Tornado.

Tornado Muneer, the one with jersey number six,

thus marked his name in the history of football.

Please stand by me at least once, Dad.

Pathu.

Sorry, I am a bit late.

Listen.

Brighten up your face a bit.

And open the zip of your mouth too.

We're going for an important thing.

What?

There's something, Chatterbox. It's a surprise.

-Stop chattering, and tell me. -I will.

And, Shiva's Facebook and Instagram profiles,

I've sent you those links on WhatsApp.

Really?

-Where did you find it from? -Somebody sent me.

Shall I try sending him my commentary's YouTube video?

Let's go and meet them

Damn. Is this loser also here?

Come.

Hey, Ramya.

Fathima.

Hi. Prashant.

Have a seat.

Hey, your commentary was fantastic.

Ramya sent me the link.

He is Prashant. He's a sports reporter.

-He is Alex Kurian. -Hi.

He's into crime reporting.

It's Prashant who gave me Shiva's Instagram ID.

Thanks.

-Come. Let's sit outside. -Okay.

See, Shiva is the deputy broadcast director of IFL.

Which means he deals with all aspects of the game right from the live telecast.

And, about the thing she mentioned.

From what I know,

apart from hiring some experienced commentators such as Shaiju Damodaran,

no sort of auditions or interviews for freshers have happened till now.

I tried a lot to meet Shiva. But I couldn't.

Even Mr. Shaiju couldn't get me in touch with him.

He's a peculiar type, I heard.

That's okay.

I had gone for a program that Solomon recommended.

To do the commentary.

Solomon?

Yes. Solomon Margaret. The football guy.

I work at their academy now.

On his recommendation, I went to the Kerala School League for the commentary.

But the federation guys showed their true colors.

Saying things like girls can't do commentary, our voice needs to be deeper,

and it's not suitable for me, they'd give me another big chance.

I just left then.

-Who was it? Jayesh? -Yeah. Him.

And, L.P. Gopakumar too.

He's a scumbag. Don't give him your number.

I'm way past it now.

He got my number and sent me his photos with dyed hair,

he stepped back once I told him that his daughter was my friend.

He's got payback for his bad deeds.

Jayesh met with an accident.

When I saw him yesterday, his face was swollen like a pumpkin.

That wasn't an accident. It was Solomon.

I told you!

The security guy from the stadium was right!

His face shows he took quite a beating.

That's what I told him.

When did this happen?

I'm not sure if it is true.

I just assumed that it happened.

Oh. Okay.

He was almost getting out of the whole "punching the academy trainer" mess.

But there he goes again.

The verdict on his appeal will be out next week.

-Alright, then. -Bye.

Come. Come.

Bye. See you.

Why did you mention Solomon in front of that loser?

Will that be a problem?

We can't be sure.

He's a big-time scoundrel.

He slipped weed into his sister's lover's bike,

got the cops to catch him,

and published that news in the newspaper.

What do I do now?

Let's see. Come.

ANOTHER COMPLAINT AGAINST SOLOMON

Damn.

He's so pathetic.

Solomon's news is in the newspaper.

Prashant and I pleaded with him yesterday.

But he didn't listen.

That's not the ethics, it seems.

Loser.

Damn. It's my fault.

To hell with my tongue.

Breaking news.

Kerala football player Solomon's ban has been extended for another year.

The punishment was given for beating up the federation president.

Our reporter Maria is joining us with further details. Maria, tell us.

Solomon is currently facing a ban for doping.

This ban is now extended further.

And also Solomon refuses to comment on the ban.

And no one knows about his whereabouts.

We inquired at the academy where Solomon works.

Look at Solomon's WhatsApp status.

His phone has been switched off since this morning.

Damn.

Where would he be?

Solomon had once tried committing suicide.

What if he does something stupid like before?

DISTRICT HOSPITAL, ALUVA

Fathima.

I want to sit straight.

Catherine ma'am will be here soon.

You may leave.

-I have to tell you something. -Tell me.

I am the reason why this news came in the newspaper.

I spoke in front of some media persons who I met with Ramya by mistake.

I didn't expect it to become news.

Sorry.

Oh, so it was your repentance?

I can't hide it from you. That's all.

Anyway, I know the guy who wrote that article.

Let me get discharged first.

Wow! Best. Don't you have any wish to wear the boots again?

Why get into unnecessary trouble?

What did you just do?

Things aren't like what you think.

Why do you keep yourself away from the academy?

There are many kids there who want to be like you.

Aren't you their hero? Yet you do such things.

What hero?

Everybody knows that you did nothing wrong. What's the problem then?

Even Messi can't get past defenders every time.

Just think of it that way.

I've told myself not to do such things a thousand times.

But sometimes, things go out of my hands.

Just let it go.

Solomon, there's a rumor that you're retiring from football, is that true?

Football means everything to me.

I might be a villain for some.

But for some, I am a hero.

I apologize to them.

I will go for another appeal.

And I will be back.

HIGH COURT INTERVENES IN SOLOMON'S BAN

There should be the federation's name on every single barricade, understood?

Otherwise, they'll write IFL.

-See. They're coming. -Let's try talking to him.

Sir.

Why are you treating me as your enemy?

Is it because I talked back when this man said bad things to me?

Is that why you said that you won't let me enter even the grounds at Malappuram?

I apologize for whatever Solomon did.

Please, sir.

For me, this commentary is…

it's like a zest for me.

If I can't do it here, I will go back.

But in my town Malappuram,

please don't come there and torment me.

I'm not worth it.

Whatever worth you be, you won't enter any playground at Malappuram.

And about those messages I sent you,

I have lodged a complaint that my WhatsApp was hacked.

That's enough for me to survive.

Dear Fathima.

Just forget about doing commentary again.

Well, she can do commentary while watching matches on TV.

Or even the matches little kids play at paddy fields,

you can do the commentary there.

If I can control all these people

without even touching a ball or wearing a jersey.

I know how to just pick you and throw you out of this ground.

Got it?

President.

Will this be over if I apologize?

Then I can apologize.

Will you apologize? Really?

Will you apologize in any manner?

Solomon.

No.

Scram you, loser.

Hey, Pathu.

They're blocking you completely.

What do we do now?

My Dad used to say,

that we are mere mechanics,

and aren't very capable.

Me and my bro used to argue with Dad about this.

But now, like my Dad said…

it feels like falling straight down from a great dream.

Still…

my old habit isn't gonna go away.

I just can't let go of it.

Don't let go of it.

We can try for the next season.

What's the point?

He'll be the one in charge even then.

This isn't going to change.

As I fought with Dad and came here,

I can't survive without climbing up even one step here.

But the time's up for that.

Now it'll be the final whistle for my marriage.

Everybody tells me that,

this is a silly dream.

They ask me to give it up and go home.

Perhaps it is a silly dream.

Still, it is my dream.

Let it be.

Don't we have to go for Ramya's program?

She's been calling me.

Come.

Let's go.

My dear angels.

My angel kids.

Give a big round of applause to the kids who sang and danced here.

Somebody's here

to give you presents

and to talk to you.

Shall we call her?

Yes!

Let's welcome on stage our chief guest,

lady commentator Fathima Noorjahan.

Come on, Fathima.

Please say a few words to our children.

Oh, no. I don't want to.

Listen to me. I'm not in a situation to do so.

Come on, hold this mic.

Please.

I'll punch you in your face.

Take this.

Just think of this as your ground.

Everything will be alright. Come.

Do you know who Fathima is?

Someone who gives commentary for football matches.

Today, Fathima will also become Pathu, a small kid like you.

Fathima, please.

Please do some Tom and Jerry commentary for our children.

Come on.

Wow!

Our Tom is off to a start, dribbling a black and white football.

With the flexibility and the foot-control of a football player,

Tom is seen kicking the ball to the sky, catching it with his foot, moving forward.

The name of the football in black and white is "Telstar'"

Do you know why that ball is named that, kids?

When our TVs used to be black and white a long time ago,

the football appeared all white on TV.

TV watchers weren't able to spot it then.

In the World Cup that took place in Mexico,

the football was first painted black and white, and shown on TV.

See.

Jerry is pasted like a poster on the football that Tom kicked,

and Tom plucks him off and keeps him in front of the goalpost,

and here goes Tom, hitting a goal.

Jerry is sprinting to dodge the blazing footballs.

Jerry can be sprinting across, swinging and turning, getting away from Tom,

like a fish that swims across the river

with the little light of a firefly.

Tom will catch him now.

Oh, no. Tom just went under the chair.

Jerry has climbed up,

and there goes Jerry, hitting right at Tom's back.

That's all.

Thank you. Thank you, Fathima Noorjahan.

The lady commentator.

Is this for me?

Thank you.

-Bye. -Bye.

That was good.

-Hello, thank you, ma'am. -Thanks.

-See? -Your fans?

Hey. It's ten already.

Don't keep thinking about the meeting. Get up first.

Aren't you gonna meet Shiva for the first time?

If you get ready quickly, we can go out

and buy some new clothes. Okay?

That's a good idea. Let's call Solomon as well.

Why get him beaten up by folks of Malappuram?

Yeah. You seem more sensible.

Come on. Pack your bags.

What for?

I've realized what you're doing here.

Do I need to tell you more? The whole town has seen it now.

SOLOMON WILL COME BACK

-He's my friend, Dad. -Friend.

Wasn't this the guy the football president mentioned the other day?

While coming here, I heard all your stories.

-Pack your bags. -What's this, Dad?

-Pathu. -Hey!

Give me some water.

What kind of a slap was that, Dad?

With that strong mechanic hand.

My face is punctured.

What are you doing? Where are you taking me to?

To cremate you.

-By knocking me out? -Shut up!

Dad, he was at the hospital.

When he got discharged, I was there. That's all.

I am not in love with him.

Who is he to you, for coming out from the hospital with a hand on your shoulder?

He is my friend, Dad.

-His name is Solomon. -Friend.

Muneer…

See?

See how she jumped to the other shore?

Have you gone mad, Pathu?

Stop the car and let me out.

I'll kill you. Kill you.

Nobody is gonna kill me.

You might take me home and lock me up for a few days.

But once I am out, I will come back here.

We're not taking you home to lock you up.

We're taking you to get you married.

We're determined this time.

Marriage without my consent?

Which century are you living in, Uncle Kadar?

For the time being, we don't need your consent.

Alright.

You might be able to tie me up and conduct my marriage.

So what? Once that's over, I will come back here.

Muneer.

Your husband must be crazy

to let you come back here.

Listen. I didn't say that I would come back with my husband's permission.

I meant I'll flee.

I have my friends here.

With their help, I will be able to flee easily.

What did you think marriage is?

It's not something that ends during the day.

It's not about holding hands and walking around.

After marriage,

the real fun begins at night.

Bro. This old goat is telling me such offensive things,

and you remain silent?

Have you got any shame?

So, Uncle Kadar says that I can return after the marriage and the nuptial night?

I'll do it that way, then.

Nobody will touch my body without my permission.

He can't have sex without touching my body, right?

And if he plans to rape me, there are courts here.

Why aren't you saying anything, Muneer?

Heard what this witch said?

Talking to me about sex and all…

Why? Can't I say the word "sex"?

I'll give you one.

That'd be a stupid move.

If you do anything here, all of you will end up in the police station.

And, you'll be in trouble even if I simply scream.

There's clear evidence on my face, right?

Why aren't you saying anything, Asi?

It makes me feel really sad when I see you sitting idle like this.

What's with this strange act, Pathu?

What strange act?

What strange thing did I do?

Dad…

I am not coming with you now.

I will come home when I feel like coming.

And, I won't marry anyone without telling you.

My priority is not to marry someone and get settled.

I will leave now.

Don't try to stop me.

And, don't threaten me by saying that you won't let me in our home.

I will come, and I will enter our home.

Bro…

Give me my phone.

Pathu. Where are you?

I came back to my senses when we reached Thrissur.

We are having food at a restaurant here.

Damn. You chased your dream all these days and reached the final lap.

I don't know, dear.

I will come back.

But I don't know if I'll be able to get there on time.

Alright, come fast then. I'll wait at the stadium.

Hey, bro.

It's you who planted the dream of commentary in my mind.

And now you say, "Enough, stop it."

Today is the last chance to know if I can achieve that dream.

One last chance.

I want this chance, Dad.

I've been called by the IFL.

I'll go there once and then come home.

IFL? You?

They've asked me to go there. At 3:00 p.m. today.

I don't know why they called.

I'll come home after that.

Why did they call you?

I don't know, bro.

Just go, Pathu.

Asi, don't.

It's her life, Dad.

Let her go.

-Go ahead, dear. -You're a sweetheart.

My glasses.

These glasses are awesome.

I'm taking these.

Allah…

Oh, God.

It's already 1:00 p.m. How will she reach?

Listen to me…

Here, hurry up. All the best.

-Fathima? -Yeah.

You're called inside.

What the heck are you wearing?

So this is Fathima.

I have been talking about her.

Hi, Fathima.

-Hi, sir. -I'm Shiva.

Shiva Narayanan.

My daughter was the one who gave the card to you yesterday.

I enjoyed the drama.

That's all unnecessary.

We cannot make someone do commentary

for IFL just because they could do it for Tom and Jerry.

Jayesh, do you know why football is black and white in color?

Football has been like that since its invention, right?

No, it's not like that.

Anyway, the commentary was good Fathima.

-Thanks. -My daughter…

can't really focus on anything.

She's an ADHD kid.

But yesterday I saw her listening to you keenly.

That was a nice moment.

There's something special in your words, Fathima.

For sure.

Hi, Fathima.

I'm Deepika.

Scheduling Director.

Shiva told me about you.

Still, please introduce yourself.

My name is Fathima Noorjahan.

I'm from Malappuram.

I live with my dad, mom, and bro.

Bro? Are you going to do the commentary like this?

What's this, sir? She can't even speak proper Malayalam.

We had given her an opportunity to compere a match.

-But, she couldn't even do that. -Hold your horses, President.

Commentary is not compering.

One minute.

Fathima, continue.

My name is Fathima Noorjahan.

I'm from Malappuram.

I live with my dad, mom…

bro, grandma.

All are there.

I've been a chatterbox since childhood.

So everyone calls me "Chatterbox".

Though I irritate some people by talking,

I keep talking.

I used to be the goalkeeper

and commentator when we played football as a kid.

That's how I started.

But, girls talking too much…

People don't really like that.

Some feel that my talking is because of my arrogance.

I came to Kochi because something similar happened.

When someone came home with a proposal, I asked him so many questions.

For someone like me to come to a place like this,

the battle is not small.

The reason I came here in my night suit,

and this mark on my face.

It was a part of my battle.

However…

when that ball turns to one leg from another like the globe,

words will come to my mouth along with that.

Like the tides in the ocean.

Let's hear it Fathima.

Say something.

Do you recognize the person who's taking the free-kick?

Who is it?

-Roberto Carlos. -Yes.

Your commentary should feel like you're watching this game for the first time.

Go for it.

Roberto Carlos.

The only bullet man in football.

He's a storm that would pierce through the goalpost with his fuming free-kicks.

That storm… that very storm is coming to take this free kick against France.

Look at him placing the ball on the ground.

It's like placing a test tube for an experiment after long calculations.

Like lighting a candle at the altar.

He's stepping back to kick the ball.

Further back.

And farthest.

Roberto runs to the ball.

Wow! Unbelievable!

A Rainbow Kick with his left leg.

The goalkeeper Fabious Barthes can only stand as a mute spectator.

When a Rainbow Kick like this falls into the history of football,

what else can a goalkeeper do?

Roberto Carlos.

What a goal!

That was awesome. Really.

What do you think?

Yes.

But do you think we can risk this?

Veteran stars or sports journalists.

That's our criteria for commentators, Shiva.

Yeah, but can't we change the criteria, Deepika?

See, what we struggled the most when we started IFL was to find commentators.

Regional commentators.

There would be hundreds if it was cricket.

But, football isn't like that.

It's too risky and so much is at stake, Shiva.

We can't change things at the last moment.

You made the rules. So let's stick to that.

I'm just saying.

The decision is yours.

-But, you know my opinion is that. -Exactly.

No last-minute change in plan.

The federation won't agree to it.

Tomorrow is the first match.

And you want new things now?

Making the girls do the commentary.

Oh.

Nonsense.

Shiva, I know that you don't have any personal interest in this.

And you only know the commentary she just made and that YouTube link.

Why, Shiva?

See, Fathima, this is a very planned thing.

And we planned it last year itself.

So you try next year.

Let me be frank.

Your chances are low.

Because we prefer veteran stars or sports journalists.

It's not about the commentary made based on the movement of the ball.

There's science behind football.

The people who just follow football might not have that knowledge.

-You get me? -It's okay, ma'am.

Thank you.

It's a great thing that a girl like me could reach a place like this.

At a place where a big tournament in the country is happening,

you all are discussing my commentary.

I'm glad.

And…

this wall of criteria will collapse one day.

That ball has broken much bigger walls.

I'm sorry, Fathima.

It's okay, sir. Thank you.

Rainbow kick.

She is just copying what Shaiju is saying.

Otherwise, how does she know about Rainbow Kick?

You know when that match took place?

Why is that goal so brilliant?

It was a match between France and Brazil in 1997.

That goal, that Rainbow Kick.

That Banana Kick.

That goal proved that Newton's first law of motion was wrong.

According to Newton, till an external force is applied to an object,

the direction of the object won't change.

But, Roberto's goal overcame that.

You know how?

When the ball is rotating,

the air will flow accordingly from the opposite side.

That creates a high-pressure space.

The air on the other side will flow in the ball's direction.

That creates a low-pressure space.

That's how the ball is bent like a rainbow.

It's called the Magnus effect.

Newton also invented that.

It's not that easy.

The kick should be on the lower right corner of the ball.

Speed, height, angle,

and everything has to be precise.

And to know about it more,

you should have played football at least when you were a kid.

You won't become a veteran by wearing this white and white, sir.

You'll have to wear a jersey.

Sorry.

Fathima, one second.

It won't be good to wear this night dress to the commentary box.

So wear something else when you come tomorrow.

The match is between Mumbai Indians and Kerala Blasters.

Not only the ground and the gallery,

but your gallery is also the Malayalees

across the world who will be watching it on TV.

Fathima…

let the world hear your voice.

All the best.

Thank you, sir.

Let's see what happens in today's match.

Shall we begin?

I am Shaiju Damodaran, and here with me is I.M. Vijayan.

This is a historic battle.

Whatever the result of this match,

like a mighty wave from the commentary box,

first time in history, a lady commentator is here to bless us with her commentary.

This is a moment when the time freezes.

This moment will be marked in history.

Fathima Noorjahan from Malappuram.

This is history.

No. This is her story.

Up next, Fathima on mike.