[Archival footage of Manchester United playing has Jess artificially spliced in making a goal]
..and there is Bhamra. It's a fine header, and she's scored! It's a goal by Jess Bhamra! A superb header, beating the defender,and planting the ball beyond the goalkeeper's left hand. Jess Bhamra makes a name for herself at Old Trafford!
[Sports anchors are in a studio]
And have we discovered a new star here, Gary Lineker?
That's right. John?
Absolutely.. hehe.
Could Bhamra be the answer to England's prayers? Alan?
Quick thinking, comfortable on the ball, vision and awareness - magnificent. Tell you what, I wish she was playing for Scotland!
John, have England found the player to relive their World Cup glory from '66?
Definitely, and the best thing is, she's not even reached her peak yet.
We're joined now by Jess's mother. You must be proud of your daughter.
Not at all! She shouldn't be showing her bare legs to 70,000 people! She's bringing shame on the family. And you three shouldn't be encouraging her! [Mrs. Bhamra faces the camera] Jesminder, you get back home now! (untranslated Indian language)[Scene changes to Jess' bedroom fixated on her television set oblivious to her mother at door] Jessminder? Are you listening to me? (untranslated Indian language) Jessminder?! Have you gone mad?! [Grabs remote and turns off TV] Football, shootball! Your sister's getting engaged, and you're sitting here watching this skinhead boy!
Mum, it's Beckham's corner!
Eh, come downstairs, and your sister's going crazy.
I've got to go! Mum, where are my keys?
I'm sick of this wedding and it hasn't even started!
That girl is a first-class bitch!
Pinky, you've got so many others!
It was all planned now I gotta get another one! [To Jess wạlkịṇg dowṇ stạịrs] Will you get a flaming move on!
What the bloody hell's going on?
Get this yeah? Teet's bloody sister says she's wearing baby pink now. Stupid flipping cow! I had matching accessories and everything!
Oh, Mum, do I have to go shopping again?
Ah! My mother chose all my 21 dowry suits herself. I never once complained. You girls are too spoilt! And don't forget my dhania. And more carrots. I'm making achar.
Oh, Mum, don't do pickle as well!
Oh, am I asking you to make it?!
