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hwp David Beckham
gets the ball again for Manchester United.
Hes taking responsibility
every time they have possession.
This reflects the way
hes been captaining England.
Hes dominating proceedings,
hoping perhaps to get a bit more support
as he gathers the ball on this
right-hand touchline time after time.
And the Old Trafford crowd warming
to the way Beckham is taking over,
but the question is, where is
the goal going to come from
to break down Anderlecht?
Will it be Scholes? Could it be Ryan
Giggs? Would it be Beckham himself?
Because Anderlecht are playing
a very controlled game.
This is Radzinski,
testing the United defence,
and Sylvestre possibly with a chance
to break forward on the other flank.
And theres the ball
that Beckham really wants.
That looked like a body check,
but he shrugged off the defender.
Its a decent cross,
and there is Bhamra. Its a fine header,
and shes scored!
Its a goal by Jess Bhamra! A superb
header, beating the defender,
and planting the ball beyond the
goalkeepers left hand. Jess Bhamra
makes a name for herself
at Old Trafford!
And have we discovered
a new star here, Gary Lineker?
Thats right. Could Bhamra be the
answer to Englands prayers? Alan?
Quick thinking, comfortable on the ball,
vision and awareness - magnificent.
I wish she was playing for Scotland!
John, have England found the player
to relive their World Cup glory?
Definitely, and the best thing is,
shes not even reached her peak yet.
Were joined now by Jesss mother.
- You must be proud of your daughter.
- Not at all!
She shouldnt be showing
her bare legs to people!
Shes bringing shame on the family.
Dont encourage her!
Jesminder, you get back home now!
Are you listening to me?
Have you gone mad? Football, shootball!
Your sisters getting engaged,
and youre watching this skinhead boy!
Its Beckhams corner!
Come downstairs.
Your sisters going crazy.
Ive got to go!
Mum, where are my keys?
Im sick of this wedding
and it hasnt even started!
That girl is a first-class bitch!
- Pinky, youve got so many others!
- I need another one!
- Get a move on!
- What the hells going on?
Teets bloody sister says shes
wearing baby pink now. Stupid cow!
I had matching accessories
and everything!
Mum, do I have to go shopping again?
My mother chose all my dowry
suits herself. I never complained.
You are spoilt! Dont forget my dhania.
And more carrots. Im making achar.
Oh, Mum, dont do pickle as well!
Am I asking you to make it?!
Hi, Pinks! Are you all right?
You havent left everything
to the last minute, have you?
Yeah. One more day of freedom!
- Where did you get your contacts?
- Like em? They go with my hair.
My fiance dont like dyed hair.
Cant stand here all day. I got to
go to Ealing for my facial. Laters!
Bye, Pinks. Laters.
Stupid bitch! Why did she get
blue contacts? Now I cant wear mine!
Id never wear that!
Theyre all the rage, poppet!
You blow em up, just like a lilo.
Look, this little pump comes free with it.
Pop it in the valve,
pump away, up it goes,
then slip it back in there...
..and boom! Cleavage! Theyre
perfect while youre still growing
cause they lift you right there.
- Mum! God, youre so embarrassing!
- They make more of what youve got.
All the girls have bought one for
their daughters. The Fleurs pretty,
and the gel bras a clever one -
no pumping, its already in there.
Not the sports bras! Theyre
so plain! They dont enhance.
- No ones going to see them.
- Its not how they look,
its how they make you feel.
I really like that lace lycra one.
Uh-oh, theres your mate.
I hope his mum wears a cardi
over her three stomachs tomorrow!
- Shut up! Shes old.
- So?
All right, Jess? Hiya, Pinky.
May you have a long life,
my daughters!
- Getting ready for tomorrow?
- Yes, Massiji.
Mums making samosas.
May God keep you and your husband
in endless happiness! And pray for me
that I get a lovely daughter-in-law
like you for my Tony.
Aw, thank you, Massiji! OK, bye!
- How was biology?
- Did you do the genetics one?
- Yes, she passed the gene to her son.
- I got that, too.
- Hope I get my grades for uni.
- Come on!
- Going to the park?
- Ill try.
Mum!
I found it! Come on, Jess!
There you go! Over here!
Rubbish! Come on, boys!
Youre such an idiot, man!
- Jess! Fancy a quick game?
- I cant. My mums waiting,
- my dads on earlies at Heathrow.
- We really need you! Come on!
Come on!
Who does she think she is?
Beckham or what?
Can we chest it like him?
- Give it some bounce!
- Go on! Chest it!
Did that hurt, pretty boy?
I nearly scored from yards today.
Bent it and everything.
I could have played all night.
Its not fair that boys never have
to come home and help.
If I had an arranged marriage,
would he let me play football?
Who are you talking to?
No one, Dad.
OK, Biji and her grandson
are staying in here for the wedding.
Why dont you put a nice picture
of beautiful sceneries
- instead of this bald man?
- Dad!
Im going to change.
Come and help me out, OK?
..a beautiful Rolls Royce, you know?
Ill get one for your wedding
