- All right. Sweetest moment ever?
- It wasn’t a goal.
- It’s gotta be a goal, Eric.
- No.
- Come on. Last minute. FA Cup Final against Liverpool. Beckham takes a corner. The goalie runs out. He punches it away. It hits your chest. Hits the floor on its way up. Bang, you just whack it right in the net.
- No.
- Wimbledon. It’s gotta be Wimbledon. You’re going towards the ball. The ball’s coming in. You’re sussing out the trajectory of it, the angle of it. The spin on it. The way the wind’s blowing. The speed of the wind. Everything. You stick your right foot out. You stop it in mid-flight. It bounces up about a foot off your leg. You come back, you whack it in. The most perfect volley in the world. It’s gotta be a goal, Eric.
- It was a pass.
- A pass?
- Yeah.
- My God. To Irwin against Spurs. Yes! Beautiful.
- I know how clever he was. Left, right-footed. Came in a flash. I just flicked it with the outside of my boot. Surprised everyone. He took it in his stride and my heart soared. A gift. Yeah, like an offering to the Great God of Football.
- What if he’d have missed?
- You have to trust your teammates. Always. If not, we are lost.
- It must have been tough on you when you got banned. Nine months? The bastards. That twat got what he deserved.
- I had to work hard, you know? Dig deep inside. I needed something to fill me up when I was on my own. Something to aim for, you know?
- It’s funny, innit? Sometimes we forget that you’re just a man.
- I’m not a man. I am Cantona.
— Looking for Eric
Director: Ken Loach
Screenplay: Paul Laverty
