[thunder roaring]
- [people cheering]
- [heavy rain shower]
[old man] Hey Fezile, come on!
What are you doing?
- What's up with you? Pass right, man.
- Yeah.
Hey bro, pass.
Stop dribbling, man. Ah no!
[people booing]
Hey, Fezile!
Stop messing around, man! Eh!
Listen, you go back to the post.
Back to the goal.
Back to the goals all the time.
Back to the goals.
[groans in pain]
My goodness, Khulu?
Okay, Fezile. sh**t! Fezile, sh**t!
[whistle blowing]
- [Mkulu coughs in pain]
- Hey.
[melancholy tune playing]
[silent dialogue]
[thunder roaring]
[siren blaring at a distance]
["Love tastes like strawberries"
by Miriam Makeba playing]
[phone dialing]
- [phone ringing]
- It's right just bragging around the town.
[commentator] The second half is underway.
- He's given away the...
- [woman] The phone!
[man] Oh, nice. Nice!
- [phone continues ringing]
- The phone!
- It's a goal!
- It's a super goal!
[woman] It's your people in the village.
I know they want money.
- Should I say you can't give them any?
- Oh, yes!
[scoffs] Good day.
[melancholic music plays]
[sighs] Ma?
Three, one is the final score.
[man] Boity!
Mamelodi Sundowns
were too much for them today
They never gave up. Did they?
- Where are you?
- They kept on making...
- Bring another bottle here.
I want to drink.
Boity!
Ah man, now the whole month
you're chewing my butt here.
Chewing my butt the whole month.
Look! See? I've got nothing left.
Bring another bottle
and stop messing me around.
I'm working here.
FIFA's not just a game, you know?
It's a strategy simulator, this thing.
Even Manqoba Mngqithi says
it helps with
my technical reading of the game.
And stop messing me around.
["Love taste like strawberries"
song continues]
[Boity] I don't understand
why we can't take just fly there.
[man] You know that I can't get
a flight to the Eastern Cape at this time.
There are very few flights, and
the funeral is first thing in the morning.
This thing is useless.
The wind will k*ll us
driving to the Eastern Cape.
You know it doesn't close.
If you want
to stay behind, stay. I'll go alone.
All those loose geese in Queenstown?
Don't mess with me.
You're messing with me.
You're drinking already?
[grunts]
What the...?
These people are full of it, I tell you.
Just because I rent this house,
it doesn't mean you can put up
a "for sale" sign without telling me.
What the hell is that?
Have you ever heard of that?
[TV presenter] South Africa has lost
yet another giant of the game,
Malusi Mkhulu Mahamba.
The former Mamelodi Sundowns legend was a
pillar of strength,
not just for his rural community,
but for grassroots football as a whole.
Rest in peace, Mkhulu.
You'll never make it into the Academy
The Sundowns.
You have to work harder. Hmm?
- You!
- Ouch! [groans]
Fezile Gigaba, I'm from Ezibeleni.
I'm 17 years old and one day
I'll be playing for Sundowns.
That's my boy. That's my boy.
You can't just depend
on talent alone, do you understand?
You also need
to have discipline, understand?
Just like Christiano
Ronaldo, right? Understand?
You need to know
what you're doing, right? Go.
Let's go, let's go. Take a pic.
- That's Mkhulu.
- Hey, hey, hey!
[boys laugh]
Fezile, it's getting cold, boy.
Fez... the food's ready, boy-boy. Come in.
["Interloper" by Nakhane playing]
[TV presenter] We go live now.
We've got exclusive
coverage of the funeral, and standing by
is Pinky Sibiya who is there.
Lots of emotion though, Pinky,
that we've seen here today.
Crowds have gathered
to bid their farewell to, er...
Oh! Mark Fish!
Mark Fish, any words of remembrance
regarding Mr. Mahamba?
Well, certainly. It's a sad day
for South African football.
A very sad day.
He was a great a player
who has contributed massively
to South African football,
and to African football at large.
And may his soul rest in peace.
He has given so much
to the game of football.
May his soul rest in peace.
[Boity] Slow down.
[scoffs] Your mom again.
Please take her call and explain to her
why we're late for this funeral.
You're such a loser, "Mr. Hennessy"!
[Boity] Very useless.
- [whistle blows]
- [siren blares]
[Boity] Oh! Come on.
Promise not to get...
You know me, you know me, bro.
- [officer] Sir...
- Can't you see who I am?
Just get out of the vehicle, please.
I'm a law-abiding...
Relax, baby, I'll be back.
What are you implying, gentlemen?
Ah! Take it easy. [groans] Wait.
Police brutality!
- I'm telling you.
- My love, please call my mom.
- Okay.
- Call Mom...
- Okay.
- ...tell her about this dilemma I'm in.
- [Boity] Where are you taking him?
- Wait, guys.
[shouting] Do you know who I am?!
Do you know me, boss?
[yelling] Do you know me?!
- [officer] Just get inside.
- [Boity] You're hurting him!
[man] Look at me carefully, man.
Look at me, man. Don't you see me?
- Don't you see me, brother?
- How am I going to drive this car?
- Don't you support football?
- [walkie talkie reports]
Which team do you support?
You look like a Pirates fan.
- Chippa United.
- Chippa United? You're a loser.
That's why you want to lock me up because
you've never won
any bloody thing in your life!
I am a winner, my bro!
I'm a winner!
A five-time league
champion in South Africa.
- You don't know anything!
- [siren blares]
- [siren blares]
- [Boity sobs]
["Interloper" by Nakhane
continues playing]
[keys jingling]
[door closes]
[female reporter]
We are still in Queenstown
and a sea of mourners
have gathered to bid farewell
to South African Mamelodi Sundowns legend...
- Look at Major.
- No, man! What is Major doing?
Urgh.
- ...Mkhulu Mahamba.
- [Fezile] What are you doing?
- [Pinky] Is that Percy Dladla?
- [man 2] Hey, look!
[Pinky]
Let's see if we can get a word from him.
- [Pinky] Percy! Hey.
- [man 2] German engineering
when you need it most.
- [Major] Woah. Look at that woman, guys.
- [man 2] Look at the car.
Germany everywhere. Wow, boys!
I wouldn't be the player I am today
if it wasn't for
father figure, Mkhulu Mahamba.
He was such a phenomenal man.
It's just sad to see him leave.
May he rest in peace.
[man 2] What a loser!
You see that girl, Phelisa?
She rolls with guys
in the champions league.
And you, you're still
a member of the league of Mvela.
In fact, this guy
is still playing in the dusty streets.
Look at the stupid shoes he's wearing.
Just look at the car she just got out of.
Do you think you'll get her?
Not a chance, man.
Ah! Okay.
Lord God, Almighty...
God of all ages.
When it's good, when it's dark.
When we cry, you are still that God.
I have to mention that
this was paramount for me
to be here in the Eastern Cape,
to pay my last respects
to this fallen legend.
May your soul rest in peace.
We'll always remember you.
Remember that
whatever contribution you've made,
it meant a lot to the
South African football fraternity.
- [cows mooing]
- [gasps]
[whimpers]
Shoo! Shoo!
He needs to be brought back here.
[Fana sighs] Here it comes.
Mama, I don't think it'll be that easy.
Please don't give me issues now.
Fana here must go
and talk to his colleagues
and see what they can do.
No, I'm not okay with this.
How long are you
going to put up with this nonsense?
I'm always taking care of his crap.
Very soon,
I'll be in trouble because of him.
- [chair scrapes floor]
- Lovey, lovey.
Listen baby, uh...
I agree with Sasa.
We need to consider Fezile.
After all, it's his dad.
No, man. That person is not my father.
Young man.
You too. You're also not my father.
- No, young man.
- No, Fez.
Fezile!
Fezile!
Well, brother. It's all up to you now.
[keys jingling]
[guitar music playing]
[guitar music continues]
[guitar music picks up tempo]
Please forgive me, Mom.
[train hooting at a distance]
- Alright, Mom?
- I'm alright, my child.
You know,
I don't think
he should leave but stay here
until his son forgives him. But then,
I don't expect a girl like you
to stay here and wait
while he fixes
his relationship with his son.
A girl like me, Mom?
Right okay, soon.
Ladies, I hope you're playing nice.
Praise the ancestors.
Let's go, there's something
I want to show you.
Okay, sure. Let's go, baby.
One, two three, four, five, and down!
[Fezile] Come on. Come on, man.
[indistinct chattering]
[whistle blowing]
- Fezile, hey!
- Come on. Come on!
[cheerleaders] We are winners!
Pass!
- [cheerleader] Queenstown Kings!
- We are winners! We are winners!
- [phelisa] Let's go, Kings!
- [cheerleaders cheer]
Come and see. Do you see? Yes.
Your father groomed him,
and let him stay in the community.
- [Okay]
- [Boity] Do you see him?
[Fezile] Pass, man!
- Nice one.
- Go, Zidane!
That's my son!
Zidane!
Here, Fezile!
Look.
[people cheering]
[Fezile's mom] Yes, my boy.
You did it!
You did it, boy!
Yes, boy!
That's my boy!
- [player 1] Yes!
- Yes, sir.
Hey look, look.
- See that.
- Looks like he's taken after me
and gone beyond.
Guys, it's him!
Oh!
[all cheering]
- Dude, you just scored a goal.
- What's happening?
What's he doing here?
[singing in praise of Terror]
Boy, he's here.
Fezile! Come here.
[whistles]
Fezile! Fezile!
[softly] Fezile.
[interviewer] Then, I tell them that
I was also trained by Mr. Mahamba.
And I think that will make him happy
that we're continuing his legacy.
Those of us who are still around
and have the chance.
[female show host]
Absolutely. We are still celebrating
the legend
that is the Great Malusi Mahamba.
Please make sure
you send through your messages
of condolences
and from of us here, we would like to say
for all of his friends, his family,
and the community at large,
rest in peace, sir.
[Judge] I'm made to believe that you are
representing yourself, Mr. Mahamba.
Due to you having problems with finance.
Yes. True, Your Honor.
I mean, Your Worship.
Please give me one reason
why I shouldn't lock you up right now.
Your Worship,
there are no words to explain how much I,
regret what I did.
As I explained in my affidavit,
I was dealing with
the trauma of losing my father.
And that's why I behaved like that.
And my plea today
is that you grant me bail.
I assure you that I'm not a flight risk,
or a thr*at to the community.
I'm a well-known
soccer player, as you know,
and I think that
my celebrity status could be used
to spread a positive message.
It seems to me
because of your celebrity status,
I should lock you up, Mr. Mahamba,
in order to make an example
of you for future offenders.
[judge] Hmm?
Oh please, Your Worship, I beg you.
Please have mercy on me.
I think my fame
can be used for something positive.
I think a sentence like
community service
would be better, don't you?
Better? Better for whom, Mr. Mahamba?
You see, Your Worship,
I was speaking to my mother, Mrs. Mahamba.
And we were talking about me coming back
to give something back to the community.
There's an initiative
that we'd like to start...
to help with development of
Queenstown Kings, the local football team.
My son plays for them.
I've got a background
in football. I can offer a lot.
I think I would be
the right coach for them.
So, I see that...
you were granted police bail
on the night of your arrest.
Who was the arresting officer?
Fana Churchill Tyolo.
- Fana Churchill Tyolo?
- Your Worship.
I want to see the both of you
outside my chambers right now.
Court adjourned.
Buyile, I got you out
and now I'm getting into trouble.
- What are you doing?
- You throw me under the bus, Buyile.
- What now?
- Hey.
- What am I going to do?
- Stop this now.
- [Boity] Come on hey!
- Hey, you'll get us all in trouble.
Mama, this is all your fault.
Sergeant, were you sure
that he isn't a flight risk,
when you released him on police bail?
Listen to me. You're going
to babysit him for nine weeks
until his case starts.
I want a full report of his behavior then.
Do you hear me?
Okay. Yes, Lord.
Mr. Mahamba,
you must avail yourself
for random drug and alcohol testing
to be prescribed by a district surgeon.
Should you be found
under any influence at any time,
know that you'll be breaking the law.
And I'll put you away.
You'll serve your full sentence
inside. Do you hear me?
I hear you, Your Worship.
Mamelodi Sundowns. Huh?
Yeah, why does that shock you?
Don't be surprised, big brother.
You'll be watching me
in Sundowns in no time.
Tell the others to watch out for me.
You guys as well, 'cause
I'm the best striker in Mzansi for sure.
[people] Whatever!
Hey.
Fez, can I tell you something?
I don't understand
this thing of yours. I mean,
I don't get it at all.
Yeah, me neither.
I also don't understand it.
Because this family of yours is Sundowns.
And your father was
the top dog of Sundowns
and your grandfather was a legend.
Why do things alone
when you got connections?
Listen, brother.
Let me tell you something.
Whatever I want in life, I do it myself.
Nothing holds me back, my boy.
In fact, let's stop talking about this.
Because we'll end up fighting.
[scoffs] That's tense.
- Heavy issues.
- [Fezile whistles]
Hey, look, check this out.
All the cars that were
at the funeral are here now.
What's going on?
Mahamba's after tears!
Which car do you want?
- Do you want this one?
- Which one do you want?
- No, no. You can't take this one.
- Okay, take yours, I'll take mine.
- This one.
- Let's go and see what's going on.
Hi, ladies.
[upbeat music playing]
- Yoh!
- Woah! What a vibe.
Party, party men!
My friend, listen to me,
Now is your chance
to prove that you qualify
for Champions League. Look who's here.
- Hi, come over here.
- Go for it.
I believe in you.
- Yeah go over it, man.
Go for it. Go on, dude.
- Hey.
- Hello.
You are the grandson, right, of Mahamba?
Yeah.
Sorry I didn't get
a chance to greet you earlier.
- I saw you at the funeral.
- Yeah.
- Yeah I'm cool.
- Are you doing okay?
- Baby.
- Oh. [kisses]
- What's going on here?
- Babe, uh...
- The grandson of Mkhulu Mahamba.
- Oh, he's the grandson?
- Yeah. Sorry, I didn't get your name.
- Fezile.
- Oh, Fezile.
- Oh, it's Fezeka.
- It's Fezile.
- Mhh!
- Oh, you're Terror Mahamba's son, right?
- Yeah.
I played with your dad last season.
And your grandfather
coached me in the Under 14's.
Tell me something, man.
You've got some muscles, boy.
How old are you?
- I'm old enough.
- Old enough?
Oh, he said "old enough."
He's fine.
Tell me then, "old enough,"
why are you still in Queenstown?
I mean, when I was 15,
I think that's your age,
I was already playing
for Sundowns junior ranks, okay.
I feel like the Premier League
should've picked you up by now.
Unless... soccer is not in your blood.
[scoff] Babe, let's go.
- Let's go, babe.
- Okay, then. Bye, Fezile.
Just stop talking to clowns.
Leave him alone. He's a child.
I told you to stop talking to children.
That fool, saying that
soccer is not in my blood.
You know that guy is such a clown.
Listen, guy.
I last saw him running up and down
naked in the street with a snotty nose.
Now you're Mr. government's dude.
Yet there are potholes
in Queenstown all over.
Argh!
[glass breaking]
Can't you understand what I am saying?
- I want you off the table.
- No, you wait a minute.
Isn't that Terror?
Isn't that your father?
Don't talk nonsense. Whose father?
I'm Terror Mahamba, you see?
A whole entire living legend
right in front of you
and you can't even recognize me?
- Yes, Terror, the bottles guy!
- What bottles, man?
Buy us some drinks
so we can all be happy, man.
This boy has got some nerve, huh?
Now you acting like you don't know me.
Aren't you that boy?
You're Percy Dladla?
- You see, you small boy...
- Ah, listen man,
I just wanted to give you
my condolences you know, seriously.
But then I didn't see you
at the funeral though.
Maybe you were at the back
or you were drinking...
I just wanted
to understand where you were.
You see now, you small boy.
You see now, you small boy... [groans]
[people screaming]
Get the bouncers. Bouncers, please!
- [Boite panting]
- You really need to go easy
on the bottle, man. It's pre-season.
Baby, baby.
- It's pre-season now.
- What are you staring at?
- You need to go easy.
- [Boity] Help me.
It's embarrassing.
- You're embarrassing right now.
- Shh!
- It's pre-season time.
- All about pre-season...
How many pre-seasons
do you have under your belt?
What do you know about pre-season?
I'm a winner, boy. I always win!
- You don't have a hat trick.
- Look at this guy.
- Not even a hat trick, small boy.
- You're time is up.
[Percy] Your time is up.
At the end of the day,
who is Percy Dladla?
You're a nobody!
[Boity] What are you looking at?
[Terror grunting]
Stop staring!
[Terror continues to grunt]
Open the door. Hold on!
- [Terror] Fezile!
- Fezile!
- Hurry.
- Fezile.
[upbeat music playing]
Fezile! Fezi!
Fezile!
Alright. Okay, Makaziwe.
Let's do a treatment today, right?
I'll sell you hair food, oil moisturizer
- and cuticle oil, huh?
- Yes, sure.
- You're doing your nails, right? Perfect.
- That's right.
[upbeat music continues playing]
You don't always take care
- of your hair nicely.
- Mama,
I just been at practice
and everyone is saying that
Buyile is joining the team
and he'll assist in coaching.
What did I ask you to do
when you enter this salon?
You greet my customers, right?
- So, greet.
- Hello.
Ah, but Xoliswa,
- how can you leave Fana to join...
- Xoliswa?
I'm Xoliswa now?
Listen here, boy.
Fana is not the person
who just takes instructions.
Yes? He does as he pleases.
All you have to do is,
spend time with your dad
and connect with him.
- Whose dad?
- Your dad.
Don't you dare tell me about him.
- That drunk doesn't care about...
- Excuse me.
- Please leave.
- Because of my dad?
You don't speak like that
in my salon. Get out!
Geez!
Kids today.
- [glass shattering]
- [people screaming]
Oh my goodness!
[fumes in anger]
Fezile! Hey!
Don't come home today, you hear me?
Today, I'll show you an angry Zulu woman.
Go to your dad!
Go to your granny! I've had it with you.
Fetch me the broom!
- [grunts in anger]
- [dog barking]
- [birds chirping]
- [panting]
[girls chatting indistinctively]
- But you know she can't dance.
- She cannot dance.
You know what I'm saying? Eish.
Anyway, she needs to learn from me.
But eish, no one really listens to me.
- But anyways... [laughs]
- [girls laugh]
[laughs] Jeez!
Hi.
Oh, Mahamba Junior.
- No, don't call me that.
- Are you okay? You down today.
I'm okay. It's just that
we have team management issues
we need to sort out at the hall.
- Oh okay.
- So I'm going there now.
Good luck. We're going to dance practice.
Listen, on Saturday
we're performing at the carwash.
We're raising funds
for new uniforms, you see.
Will you come?
- Ah-ha. Sure.
- Okay.
Wow, look at that girl.
Can't believe we're chatting like that.
No, yo man! Okay, okay.
- Where's my note, boy?
- Hey, hey!
- Hey, hey.
- I'll s*ab you.
- [police siren blaring]
- [Fana] Hey, stop right there.
- Stay where you are! Better not run!
- [mugger] Let's go!
- Let's go.
- [Fana] Hey!
Get lost, man. Do you know who I am?
These druggies are useless. Jeez.
What was all that?
Don't worry. I handled it. It was nothing.
- Close the window.
- Okay.
[sighs]
You know, I really don't understand
why I need to stay with Grandma Sasa.
It's almost like you and Mom are trying
to force me to connect with that man.
Well, after that stupid thing
you did with the ball there,
your mother doesn't want to see you.
If there's nothing you can do about it,
then I'll just run away.
If you dare do something so stupid,
you'll end up out of the team.
What kind of club
do you think will take on an Under-18,
without first contacting
their parents for their permission?
[car engine stops]
I just don't understand
how you're letting this happen.
Because he's going to force his way
into the team and make it his own.
- I'm telling you.
- That will never happen in my team.
Don't tell me that.
Tell your boss, Xoliswa.
You see this is why we're here.
It's because of this nonsense.
[Mother sighs]
[walkie-talkie chatter]
- [Terror grunts]
- [Mother gasps]
This had better work out well.
All of this is because of Buyile.
All this you're doing,
will affect my team.
I'm telling you.
[walkie talkie chatter]
Maybe the guy has a point.
I mean,
what if we really don't know
what we're doing?
What I know for sure is that
this child needs his father.
So you... you need to be sure
that you know what you're doing. Okay?
Let's go!
Let's go, brothers! Let's go.
[Fana urging boys on] Hoiye, hoiye!
[Terror sighs]
Hey!
Hoiye! Let's go. Hoiye, hoiye!
- [panting] Come on.
- [Fana] Hey.
Hey, you! Let's go, brother.
- [Fana] Hoiye, hoiye!
- [boys grunting]
Hoiye!
Come on!
Hoiye! Let's go.
Hey, you! I'm looking at you.
Come, let's go!
- Hey, hey. Let's go, brother.
- [panting]
Let's go.
Let's go, brother.
- [boys panting]
- [whistle blowing]
Let's go brother. Hoiye!
What's this? What is this guy doing?
[Fana urging players on]
These are not soldiers going to w*r, babe.
These are soccer players.
These are kids playing soccer.
- Let's go, boys!
- Hey, man. Hey!
[Fana] Let's go!
Go tell him then, my love.
[scoffs]
Hoiye, hoiye!
- [Fana] Hoiye!
- You know what?
You're far from home.
Let's go, Bhele!
- Let's go, Bhele!
- Hey, Mourinho!
- [Terror] Listen, man.
- That's it!
Hey, hey! Let's go, brother!
- Hey, hey!
- Look...
Hoiye! Let's go, brother.
- Can I say something for one second?
- Let's go.
I don't want to interfere
with what you're doing
- but it's just...
- [Fana blows whistle]
Listen, I'm sure you know
what you're doing here,
and I don't want to argue with you.
I'm sure you know what you're doing,
I just want to ask...
if you think making them
do endurance exercises
a day before a match
is really going to help these guys.
You're right about one thing,
I do know exactly what I'm doing.
You can fool everyone and say
you're doing this for the kids blah, blah!
I know you. This is my team.
They listen to me.
Don't make this about me.
I'm not talking you and me.
I'm talking about these kids
that you're exhausting out here.
I noticed in the game the other day,
the last ten minute, these kids got tired.
They can't even finish a match,
they were exhausted.
- You're being too hard on these boys.
- Hoiye, hoiye!
Hoiye, hoiye!
Hoiye, hoiye!
That's right! Hoiye.
Let's go, brother! Yes, get up!
Hoiye! Hoiye! Hey, hey!
Let's go, brother. Let's go!
Yes. That's what you know, go!
When things get tough,
you run away, don't you?
Those two are fighting, man.
Hey, man, let's go work. Let's go.
- Yeah. Let's go.
- Yo, he's taking it out on us.
[panting]
What I don't understand...
This guy left you in Queenstown
with nothing.
And while you were heavily pregnant.
You owe him nothing.
- [grunting]
- I know you're right about that.
But Fana, he's an adult.
He's grown up, Fan.
Just like you say in Xhosa,
he's not a small boy anymore.
He'll see right
through his father. Leave him.
Fezile knows his dad is a loser.
He has nothing.
What do you want, Xoliswa?
So what are you worried about?
I just won't keep interfering
in every little thing the child does.
How would I be if I held a grudge?
My heart would go cold.
And then how would l love you?
And how could I love him as well?
Let this go. I... I don't want to interfere.
You and Sasa are already
interfering in this situation.
Just leave the child and see what happens.
[softly] Disappointment everywhere.
[sighs in satisfaction]
- [coach] What?!
- [players] Hey, hey!
Come on, then! Come on!
Spread out, guy. Spread out.
["Man on the Moon" by Ballyhoo playing]
Go, go. Move!
[grunts]
[groans]
- It isn't that bad.
- [Fezile groans]
Where the hell are you going?
- [groaning continues]
- What was that?
No, man.
Do you think you can get away with that?!
- f*ck you!
- That was easy.
Huh? Don't you?
Stop, guys.
[Fezile groans in pain]
[Fezile grunts]
Play the ball.
Take the ball.
That's you though. That's you.
You make a mountain out of a molehill.
And now you're blow
this whole thing out of proportion.
What's going on with you?
Oh, is that right?
That's what I said.
When last did I drink?
Wasn't it Sunday, hey?
So what's the problem?
I threw it out.
Otherwise, we know
you'd be drunk right now.
That procedure,
I'm quite familiar with it. You know.
Alcohol stays in your urine for a month
before it's undetectable. It's nothing.
You're trying to scare me.
There's no issue here.
Well, you obviously know everything. Hmm?
You're pathetic!
Oh, pathetic?
Who's pathetic? I'm pathetic?
No, listen. If I'm pathetic,
leave my dear. Okay?
[sighs] Believe me,
I'm thinking about it. [clicks]
- And where are you going now?
- [Boity scoffs]
I'm still talking to you.
You're childish, you know!
Hey, Boity!
Come here!
[car hooting]
You know, back there, guys...
I did nothing wrong back there, man.
It was that jailbird
that started the whole thing.
That guy thinks
this place is like it is in prison.
That bloody coward.
You won't see him trying all that nonsense
when we're playing a real game.
What I just don't get
about it though is this Mourinho.
That guy didn't even
bother to protect you.
He just gave up and let it go.
Did you see that?
All he knows is his stick
and his macho walk.
I mean, he wasn't even shaken.
Did you see?
That's a red card
when we're playing a game, bro.
All he knows is...
- Hoiye, hoiye!
- [both laugh]
- Hoiye, hoiye! [laughs]
- Hoiye, it's too much, bro! I getcha!
What do you mean, Vusi,
they're not renewing my contract?
On what grounds, Chief?
Hey Vusi, look, make a move, bro.
Make a move, my man.
Do you know who you've got... Do you know
what talent you've got on your books?
I'm Terror Mahamba, bro.
Don't take me for a ride.
I'm the finest football player
this country has ever seen.
Vusi, my man... it's not my fault bro,
it's not my fault that my knees are
sh*t and are now full of water.
Years have gone by, Vusi.
I've been playing for years, man.
What must I do?
Listen, it's not nice to be me right now.
It's not nice.
If am gone,
who's going to score goals for Man?
Who will do it? Shalulile? Who is that?
- Percy? Percy who?
- [g*n cocks]
- Percy who?
- [Terror] Hey...
Sorry. How are you guys?
Hey, no, man. I'm still talking.
I'm Terror Mahamba, guys.
- Can't you see that?
- [police siren blaring]
Get lost, man. Get lost! Hey!
Get lost, man. Get out of here. Hey!
[laughing sarcastically] Hey,
Mourinho to the rescue.
[car in static]
Hey. Give me a lift, man. Okay.
You can drop me off nearby.
The week is not even over.
What about the court order?
You want to be a father to Fezile,
but you can't even behave yourself.
I should take you straight
to the magistrate and lock you up,
and throw away the keys
because you're an idiot.
You're an idiot.
- That's what you are. All you do is drink.
- [walkie talkie continues to chatter]
- Get off me! Hey!
- [snores]
[groans]
What are you doing?!
What are you doing, hey?
You want to be a mess. What about Fezile?
If that judge finds alcohol
and dr*gs in your blood,
do you know what she's going to do?
She'll lock you up and take the keys
and throw them in the sea.
Do you hear me?
Why don't you listen?
You don't listen, man!
- Go, go. Go inside.
- Yes Mom, I hear you. I hear you.
Knock and go inside.
[game host chattering]
[game host] Every time he gets
the ball, he's able to put it in.
- [Terror] Wait.
- Ample opportunity
- to analyze the big game.
- I'll going in. Give me some time. Please.
They are a classy outfit, aren't they?
- Hey.
- They've shown that so far this season
they've got some staying power which is...
I see you're playing
that game of serious men.
The game of the gods.
Hey Terror, why don't you
just go back to the toilet
then, and drink your booze again?
'Cause I don't want you here in my room.
- I don't chill with drunkards.
- [Terror sighs heavily]
His teammate is giving him a bit of stick.
He has missed the target
by a country-mile.
It's a dangerous loose pass,
and made to go down.
Gigaba? But that's your mother's surname.
Well, man. Mahamba is not my surname.
- It's yours and Grandpa's.
- Ngaba lines up to take it.
That is a sensational goal!
He's on form, this player!
- That is a sensational goal!
- [crowd in video game cheering]
His on top form, this player.
Given all the hype
and speculation about his moving,
he's put that away
and getting on with the business.
Well now, as we look ahead
to another Nedbank Cup
where the Kings
have concentrated too much on...
They've just concentrated
too much on Bryan
- to qualify for this...
- [giggles] You know, boy?
Do you want to rob a bank?[chuckles]
And what the hell is it to you, Terror?
I mean, obviously you want
to enter the Nedbank Cup. That's clear.
I mean, come on, Fezile.
Who do you think you're talking to?
I'm Terror Mahamba, boy.
You're talking to the current champion
of the Nedbank Cup himself. Talk to me.
[Fezile sighs]
[jazz begins to play]
- Okay. So here's what's going on.
- Mm-hmm.
There are three games left.
You see there? We've won all of them.
And if we do win them all,
then we'll qualify
for the third time in a row
- as the regional log champions.
- Oh!
Yeah but even though
we've been qualifying,
we never joined
the competition. We never enter.
Because it is expensive.
As you can see, R250000.
- R250 grand?
- Yeah.
Yeah. [tuts] Argh. It's stupid, man.
Are you telling me that er...
you've been league champions
three seasons in a row?
Yeah, since I was 15.
Hey, move up a bit.
[Terror grunts]
Maybe you're used
to showing off to your friends.
Today, my boy,
you're playing with the king.
Terror Mahamba is the boss of the game.
You have a team
called Queenstown Kings in FIFA.
It's a strategy I've been using to see
our weaknesses and strengths
as a team, you see?
Okay, then show me
how you do that, my boy.
Let's go!
No, what are you doing?[chuckles]
- Do you think it's a stupid move?
- Yes, it's stupid.
How can you tackle me in that position?
No, man. I'm not talking about this.
I'm talking about my plan
to play in the Nedbank Challenge.
Like every time I try to tell the team,
it's like they think I'm crazy or stupid.
They tell me that
I dream too much, and what not.
No, that's actually a great plan.
I think maybe the problem is the way
you put it to the guys, you know.
So you don't think I should just give up
and let my dream vanish into thin air?
Ah-ah. No way, you can't do that.
You're a Mahamba, my boy.
You know.
And those guys are good, you know.
Explain your vision to them properly
so they can understand
where you're going with this.
It's not a stupid dream.
Look, I'm here now.
If you like...
- I can help you.
- [Fezile sighs]
So you're saying you'll help me?
[scoffs] I told you,
I can show you the ways.
- I won this...
- Hey man, Terror.
You didn't even bury your father
and now you're tell me you'll help me.
Hey.
Yeah, sure.
Sure, I'm a failure, if you like.
It's fine, it's okay.
But a person who makes mistakes
- deserves a second chance.
- [tuts]
You're starting to annoy me, Terror.
Please leave my room.
- [sighs] Don't...
- Terror, please leave my room now.
- No, Fezile. We're still talking, man.
- [Fezile tuts]
Get out, Terror.
Get out of my room.
Hey, I said get out of my room!
[sighs] Okay, my boy. Okay.
- Sleep well.
- Yeah, you too.
I know you're going to the toilet,
- you must sleep well.
- [door bangs]
Talking about helping me.
What the hell does he know? He's mad man.
[Jazz music plays]
Regional champions, huh?
Okay.
[Fana humming]
Hurry up and finish, babe.
[Fana continues humming]
Fana!
Fana, didn't we discuss this g*n thing?
[humming continues]
Fana! There's a g*n in your bag.
Didn't I say I don't want g*ns
in front of the kids?
What are we teaching them?
What are we teaching them
when they see g*ns?
Ah, no! Ah, no!
I don't understand, Fana.
Why are you doing this?
You'll be saying this woman
likes to shout. She likes to shout.
But you don't listen to me.
No. Ah no.
You're behaving like a child now.
No one listens to me in this house.
Hurry up. Let's go, Mr. Deaf Ears.
[Fana continues to hum]
[upbeat tune playing]
[players chanting indistinctively]
We give praises to our ancestors.
["December African Rain"
by Juluka playing]
Ah, there we go.
There we go.
[squeals]
There.
Respect.
- How about you, huh?
- I'm good man.
[Fana] You're just standing there.
What are you waiting for?
- What are you waiting for?
- Yes, Coach.
- Let's go.
- Coach.
- Let's go! Let's go!
- [car engine approaching]
Let's go, Coach.
- Hey, gents.
- Coach.
- Hey, Terror.
- Sure, sure.
Baby, I think I'll go with the guys now.
[Boity groans in frustration]
Let's go, brothers!
That's it!
Come on, let's go!
Let's go, brothers! Let's go, brothers!
Yes, let's go! Let's go, brothers!
That's it, my boys! Let's go!
Get on, brothers! Get on!
That's what I want! Let's go, brothers!
["Impi" by Johnny Clegg
and Juluka playing]
Let's go, my brothers!
Let's go up there
and get them, boys! You ready?
Oh come on. Cloete, come. Come, Cloete.
Come on, hurry up.
Yes! Come on!
[Cloete] Coach! Coach!
Ah, Cloete, come.
Hey! Come!
[boys cheering]
Sorry, Coach.
It was my turn to feed and bath my son.
["Impi" by Johnny Clegg
and Juluka continues]
- [players singing merrily]
- ["Impi" by Johnny Clegg continues]
[cock clucking]
This means bad luck.
[crowd booing team Queenstown Kings]
Hey, hey!
Hey! Hey!
You stop this now. Hey!
Hey!
That's not right. That's not right, man.
[vuvuzelas blowing]
Are you the one in charge here?
Well, you better get them to stop.
[Hard rock continues playing]
[Vuvuzela continues blowing]
What's all this?
So, listen...
Today goes like this.
- Cloete?
- Yes, Coach?
- You'll start at number nine today.
- Really?
And Fezile, you're on seven, okay.
No, man. How come, Coach?
I'm the striker of the team.
The striker can't be Cloete.
Look, if you want to play today,
you stop having an opinion.
[crowd booing]
Hey, Coach...
Why are you looking at me, man?
You heard what the coach said.
Coach, I'm feeling hot.
Take me out of the center!
That was never my position.
Hoiye, hoiye!
Hey man,
you can't eat from my plate, Qhawe.
sh*t. What is Qhawe saying?
You can't do that, Qhawe.
[whistle blows]
Let's go, my brothers! Let's go, let's go!
Let's go, brothers!
There we go! Go, my brothers, let's go!
- He's gonna be watching you!
- Yes! [laughs]
- Hey, my brother.
- Yeah.
I'm really sorry about what happened
on the field the other day, man.
- [Fana] Hoiye! Hoiye!
- It's okay, but don't ever do that again.
- Hoiye, hoiye!
- We're okay, my boy. Go!
That's it! That's it!
[man in the crowd] Hey, Terror!
I heard you got fired from Sundowns.
Hey, you're weak, man! [laughs]
Now you're back in the township, you fool.
[people laughing]
You're weak, man!
- [laughter fades]
- [upbeat music playing]
- Hey, do it this way.
- [crowd booing]
[Fana] Yo, brothers!
- Go, hey!
- Do it again.
[upbeat music builds]
Go! Get out!
[crowd booing]
[Fana] Let's go! Brothers, let's go!
Keep it moving! Move!
Guys! Keep it moving!
That's it! Play, boys!
That's it. Pass.
That's it, brother!
[Terror] Go, go! Take the sh*t, dude!
Come on! Come on, Vusi man!
Yeah, boy! Yeah!
Keep going, keep going.
- [Fana] Yes, yes.
- [Terror] Nice.
- [Fana] Move! Yes.
- [Terror] Nice!
Cloete k*ll them! Finish them, boy.
- Yes!
- [Terror] sh**t!
- Yes!
- [Terror] sh**t!
Gbadwo, hey!
[people cheering]
- sh**t!
- Yes!
- [Terror] Go, go! Yes.
- [Fana] That's it.
Cross it!
[Terror] That's it, boys!
That's exactly what I'm talking about.
Yes! That's what this hard work is for!
Take the sh*t, dude! Take the sh*t.
[spectators express disappointment]
- [opponents laugh]
- [woman in crowd] Yes, sir! [giggles]
[laughter]
[whistle blowing]
Listen here, my man.
You're the head coach
and I respect you as such.
But don't make a mistake.
I know you don't like me and it's fine,
but don't let that fight
between us affect Fezile. Okay?
Fezile is a natural finisher
and Cloete is a natural winger.
I think you made a mistake, my bro.
Why is everything always about you?
All the time.
Put your dirty hands
on me again and you'll know...
what a doctor is. I'm telling you.
[boy] Fezile!
[Terror] No, no man. Come on!
Alright.
No, man. Look!
They don't know what they are doing.
They've got no strategy,
no... [splutters] They're lost out there!
You can't do that.
Get going!
[Terror] No, what are you doing?
Come on! You can't do that.
Get going!
- [Fana] Goodness! Get going!
- [Terror] Come on, man!
[Terror] Get the ball! What are you doing?
[Fana] Go! Now!
Close! Give Bangs!
Come again. [shouts]
Guys!
No! No, come on!
Argh!
[opponents clapping]
Mates!
Yo. Move with speed, man. Pass the ball.
Do you think I'm a defender, bro?
- You're not playing alone.
- [tuts]
Look, just listen to me for once.
Listen to me please. Mourinho, please.
This plan will work. It will work.
Take Cloete and put him on the wing
and put Fezile in the center.
It will work this thing.
Please, just listen to me for once.
Please, Mourinho.
It'll work. It's a good plan.
Just trust me for once.
Cloete! Fezile!
Change up! Change!
Yeah, I know. Nice one.
[Vuvuzela blows]
- [Fana] Come back!
- Come back!
[Vuvuzela continues to blow]
[sniffles]
[Fana] Let's go, boys. Let's go.
Slow build-up, slow build-up.
Yeah, pass it to him.
[player 2] Go!
Come!
[opponent] Get the ball!
[Terror] That's it! That's it!
[player 3] Oh! Nicely done.
- [player 2] Pass, pass!
- [Terror] Let's go. Let's go
[Terror] Oh, these kids.
But I was in position,
- I'm telling you...
- No man! What are you doing?
[vuvuzela blowing]
[Fana] Come on, boys. Come on.
[Terror] Come on, mark him!
- [players grunt]
- [Whistle blows]
[commotion begins]
[upbeat hard rock music plays]
Wait, wait don't go there.
[Terror grunts]
[upbeat music continues]
I'm alright.
[Fana] Hey, hey!
What're you doing? Calm down.
Listen!
What're you doing?
Move back! You guys, move!
Hey, come on!
[upbeat music continues]
[whistle blowing]
I told you, my boy.
You know nothing about football.
You're no good.
- Go!
- Come on!
- They lost!
- Go home. Come on.
Don't come back here.
- Go away! Don't come back.
- You're not meant for this.
Keep your eyes open boy. Come on.
[Terror] Come on.
[spectators chatting indistinctively]
[boy] Guy, is that your ball?
[opposing coach]
Yeah! It's yours Jomo, it's yours.
Yes my boy.
[people cheering]
- [whistle blows]
- [vuvuzela blows]
[cheering intensifies]
No!
[opponents cheer wildly]
- Oh no!
- [opponents] Hey, go. Go!
What he doing now?
Hey! [whistles] Hey!
[opponent] That's right. Go home.
Hey, listen gents.
We don't have a center.
Our center is weak.
You have to build from the back. Yes.
Build up play.
Look on the wings, right and left.
There's Ronaldo on his side,
- put Major on the other side.
- Sure! Sure.
Understand? Tell Mpilo to pass and move.
Fit Fezile in the front.
- Make sure you're on it.
- [Kings team] Kings!
Cloete, come on! You can do this!
- Listen, intelligent running
- [Skipper] Keep an eye on him.
- there in front, boy. Okay?
- You,
That's a defender's game.
- Just get into good spaces.
- [Skipper] Come, boys.
You got that.
- Yeah, sure.
- Hey, men.
- We need to pick up the pace.
- Boys!
- [Whistle blows]
- [Fana] Jomo! Slow build-up.
- slow build-up.
- [Terror] Hey.
- Patience. Be, patience!
- There you go.
[Terror cheering] Go, go go!
You got this. You got this. Go. Go!
Yes, Cloete.
Go, go! Come on, Cloete. Yeah. Yes.
- Pass to Cloete. Nice, nice.
- Let's go.
[Terror] Pass. Pass the ball!
[Terror] Take a sh*t.
- Yes! That's what I'm talking about!
- [Kings team cheers]
- Yes.
- [Terror] That's what I'm talking about.
- [Terror] That's my boy!
- [Skipper] Yes boy!
- [Fana] Yes!
- [Terror] Yes, boy.
- Let's go.
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
- [Terror] That's what I am talking about.
- Yeah, boys.
- That's what I'm talking about.
- Nice one.
- [Vuvuzela blows]
- Calm down, nice boys, very nice.
- Let's go. Come on. Let's go.
Let's go, boys! Come on, let's go.
[Terror] Defend, boys, defend!
- [Terror] Offside man, offside!
- [referee] Offside!
[crowd cheering]
No! Buyile!
- [referee] Offside.
- [opponent coach] How?
- Yes!
- How?
- It comes from me.
- [whistle blows]
- [commotion builds]
- [whistle blows]
["Asinamali" song by Tumi plays]
[Indistinct chatter]
Woah, woah! Wait!
Wait, wait! Listen, wait!
[Terror] Wait, calm down. Calm down, guys.
Where are you going?
Hey man, what's happening?
What is it that you're doing?
- No! No, no.
- [g*n cocks]
Guy, come on go!
Guys, guys go,
No, Xoliswa.
Oh no. What's wrong with that woman?
No, no.
What's wrong with that woman?! Argh!
["Asinamali" song continues]
- [g*nshots f*ring]
- Yes, this is my hood. I told you.
Anyone got something
to say? I didn't think so.
Huh? Want a piece, huh? Come get some.
[g*nsh*t fire]
Let's go!
Just start the truck!
Hey.
Go.
- Start the car.
- No, man!
They're sh**ting! Go!
Start the truck!
Go, go! Move.
- Go! Come on, let's move.
- [truck engine starts]
["Asinamali" song continues]
- [whistle blows]
- [Fana] Let's go!
- [Boity crying]
- [toilet flushes]
Is everything okay, my girl?
[Boity] Yes, Mom. I'm coming now.
- [comic tune plays]
- [Boity sighs]
[door opens and closes]
[tense tune playing]
[mini fan whumping]
[phone notification rings]
[tense tune continues playing]
[panting heavily]
Jabu, we've got to speak
about Buyile Mahamba.
He's been injured
for six months, 37 years old,
and his contract
is about to come to an end.
Will Sundowns renew?
I think it's a big question, you know?
It's going to be a big debate.
As we know,
Buyile is a very talented player.
No doubt about his talent,
but they will look at the age
and they will look at, well,
he's been injured for six months.
And most of the players
- don't respect their recovery program.
- [breathes heavily]
Because when you're injured,
we've seen players overseas
with leg injuries.
and... but then,
they said he'll be out for six months,
then he'll be back in four months.
But we don't have that.
When we're injured... If you're injured,
you feel that
now is the time you must go party,
you don't respect your program,
you don't respect your body,
you don't look after your body.
So it's going to be a lot of factors
for Sundowns to look at
before they can make that decision.
And for me,
I feel sorry for someone
as talented as Buyile
to go down the drain
and not fulfill his full potential.
But Jabu, you are no stranger
to speaking about your
lack of discipline when you played.
What advice would you give
to someone like Buyile
and any other players who you feel like
is not following
the right rules that they should be
in order to get
to the next level in their careers?
And I feel so sad to see talent like this,
because that's why we're
even struggling in our national team.
You know, we can't perform
the way we're supposed to perform
because these are
the problems that hinder us.
Whereby we don't... we have talent,
but we can't look after that talent.
We're not disciplined.
But the question
I'm seeing in social media,
is that people aren't wondering,
if he's going to be signed
by Sundowns in the next season.
They are wondering where Buyile is.
Where is Buyile?
We don't see you on socials.
We don't know where you are.
Tell us, man.
Come out and tell us where you are.
[truck revving]
Look, man. I'm sorry for hitting you,
for raising a hand to you.
I was acting out of anger.
Yeah, it's okay.
No hard feelings.
Just don't forget, cop or no cop,
if you do that again,
I'll shove a blade in you.
You're laughing, assh*le.
[Terror sighs]
- Later, guys.
- Sure, sure.
- Sure,
- Sure, mate.
- Sure, guys. See you soon.
- Bye, guys.
- [suspense tune plays]
- [car hooting]
Don't let what happened get you down.
Uh, my brother, look man.
Don't let what happened
get you down, okay?
I just mean...
don't allow them dampen your spirit.
You understand?
I won't let them dampen my spirit.
What I don't like is that,
they're going to cost us.
The problem is that
this fight is going to cost us
our qualification for
the Nedbank Cup Challenge.
Nedbank Cup? No, man.
Don't be ridiculous. Stop dreaming.
Listen to me, chief.
At least my dreams won't end up
with the dr*gs you smoke.
- Hey, Fezile, Don't you dare talk...
- Hey, hey. Sit down.
- Relax man.
- Hey, stop it.
- Calm down, man.
- Relax, man.
- Don't get personal.
- What's wrong with you?
You know, we only have two games left.
With the two games remaining,
we only need five points.
We need to get all five points,
that's the only way, you guys.
We can't draw and we can't lose.
We have to win, it's an absolute must.
We have to b*at Rovers, we can do it time.
After Rovers, it's Cookhouse.
And now, you're probably
asking yourselves,
"What are we even
getting out of this whole thing?"
The gain is seven million, guys.
- Seven million?
- Seven million!
- What?
- Yo!
That's our ticket that
all of us need to get out of Komani.
Jomo, I'm pretty sure you don't want
to be stuck here in this sh*thole forever.
You too, Major. I'm sure you don't want
to stay in this dump anymore.
Our only way out is to sharpen our minds.
Just play,
so we can finally leave this place.
- [panting]
- [door knock]
Listen man, what I'm trying to say is that
we've got a problem in the center.
- We?
- Yes. We, man.
Number ten couldn't pass the ball on
because Pirlo was isolated.
What we need is a destroyer, man.
A central mid-field destroyer.
A player like Makelele, man.
Ngolo Kante, or Linda Buthelezi, right?
I've arrested most
of the boys in Queenstown.
I know all of them.
- We don't have anyone like that.
- I'm not talking about old convicts.
I'm not talking about old players.
We need to open our minds
and think outside the box.
Let's come together and find a solution
because the solution must be out there.
I also want this team to win.
This is our family team, my man.
Even if we win the regional competition,
we're... we're still going to need R250000
to enter the challenge.
Do you know someone who has the money?
Or are you going to pay for it? [laughs]
Maybe you can take some of your money
from your savings towards your pension.
[sucks teeth]
There's no one I know
who sponsors that much
for a small township team,
that's not even known.
[chuckles]
You know what your problem is?
You don't believe
in these boys you're coaching.
They know soccer. These boys are good.
Listen, let me tell you something.
If these boys win this qualifier,
I'm going to get that money.
I swear it to you.
Well, my brother,
if you manage to get that money,
I'll step back
and let you do what you want.
And you can be my assistant coach.
Hey, what are you...
- Am I not the assistant coach already?
- No.
You're a nuisance. A big irritation.
[chuckles]
You know what, my brother,
let's shake on it.
[Fana sighs]
- I see you've got bigger problems.
- [door closes]
[suitcase dragging]
[Fana laughs mockingly]
[sighs] Good luck to you. [laughs]
Yo, what you're asking
of me is not easy, hey.
I swear you and Xoliswa
have fed me something persuasive.
Can't you just be quiet?
You're always talking.
[Fana sighs]
Um...
I have to stay behind.
[gasps softly]
[Boity sniffles]
I have to support my son's dream.
[Boity gasps softly]
This is my only chance
to make up for lost time.
And...
When will you think about us?
I saw on TV that you were kicked out.
You couldn't even tell me?
On the news?
[bus door closes]
[bus engine starts]
You see? And that's the plan.
Now Buyile will focus only on his son.
My shift is starting in six hours.
I need to get some sleep.
I'm going to be so tired.
Ah! Can't you keep quiet?
- Why does everything have to be about you?
- [scoffs]
What's wrong with you?
["Lifeline" by Rabbitt playing]
[Terror sighs]
Don't rush, Mourinho.
I have got a plan.
You see, Mom,
we're robbing a bank now.
Just imagine...
A small team moving
from the hood, from the streets...
going all the way to the very top.
Competing in the biggest
football competition in Africa.
Even Leicester City
hasn't done what we're about to do.
Wow!
Now you're talking.
[chuckles] Let's go, my boy. Let's go.
This boy is full of dreams. Yoh!
[blows whistle]
Come on, wake up, girls!
Come, come, my boys!
[''December African rain''
by Juluka plays]
Wake up, girls! Come on, boys!
Come on. Come on, my boys.
Wake up.
Come on, come on!
Wake up!
What's happening? Who is it?
Hey guys, it's Terror out there.
- Come on!
- [Terror] Wake up!
Let's go!
["December African Rain"
by Juluka continues playing]
Bring my pants.
Hey, man. You are hiding something?
I know you are.
You are crazy enough
to do something like that.
[Terror] Wake up, man. Wake up.
Come let's go.
- Come, come.
- Come on, Bhele!
[all laughing]
Hey, turn right.
["December African Rain"
by Juluka continues]
["December African Rain"
by Juluka continues]
Hey, Skipper! Carry on
with the guys. I'm coming.
- [boys cheering] Goal!
- [whistle blows]
- Hey, hey!
- Hold on!
Come on, boys!
Ooh!
- Hey, hey!
- What's going on?
Hey, hey!
- [commotion begins]
- [whistle blowing]
Break it up. Break it up, guys!
- Calm down.
- [coach] Jaco, get out of here.
Gents, come on.
- Right, guys. Let's reset.
- Come on!
Come on.
[Jaco] I'm done!
Well done, boys. Well done.
[whistle blows at a distance]
- Hey, my man. How are you?
- Good and you?
Yeah, good.
Can I talk to you for a second?
I'm listening.
Yeah. I saw what happened on the pitch.
And? What's it got to do with you?
Well, it's unfortunate that
they kicked you off, in my opinion.
Our head Coach is an idiot, anyways.
I must agree with you.
Hi, I'm Buyile Mahamba.
Former Mamelodi Sundowns
football player. I'm a coach now.
- I am Jaco.
- Jaco.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you, Jaco. Yeah.
Listen, Jaco.
Have you ever considered switching codes?
What? Switching codes?
Well, uh...
Rugby is not that good
to you at the moment.
Have you lost your marbles, man?
No, man. My marbles are in check.
I'm just thinking you could be
a terrific football player, my friend.
I doubt it.
Look here, I'll pay you.
- You'll pay me?
- Real money.
Sounds good.
[walkie-talkie chatter]
Oh, the special one.
Are you okay, my brother?
Look, I want to talk to you.
I wanna... I want to talk to you.
Remember what we spoke about in a truck?
About the fact that we are looking
for a destroyer in the midfield?
Listen, I've found this guy, man.
Yoh! He's the right guy.
I'm coming back. Please look after him.
This boy plays rugby. He's as big as I am.
I'm telling you,
he's really going
to cause chaos in the midfield.
Look, man. He's Roy Keene.
- You should see him.
- Move your leg,
or you'll sleep in here. I'm telling you.
- I just want to speak to you, bro!
- Move your leg, Buyile!
Don't be dramatic.
We're talking about soccer. Listen,
Mourinho, please listen.
Just think about it, Mourinho.
Let's go, let's go.
Hey, prisoner, let's go.
Big white guy, this bull.
Jonah Lomu. He must play center.
I know it's unusual but it can work.
Just give it a chance.
You've lost your mind, Buyile.
- How? How so?
- Who's going to pay him?
Hey man, we'll worry
about money when we get there.
Please just buy into the vision first.
Just buy into the vision for now.
[prisoners laughing]
[Bank manager sighs]
I am so sorry, Mr. Mahamba,
but your loan application,
it wasn't approved.
Yeah, your credit rating is very low.
Perhaps you should try
in the next few months.
[man whistling]
No, man, wait. Slow down.
You can see this is a Porsche.
It's a limited edition.
This is Buyile Mahamba's own car.
Why are you messing around?
Ah, Mahamba, dude. This is my final offer.
Either you take it or take this cheque
and throw it in the bin.
Don't give me problems.
[engine starts]
[suspenseful music plays]
[breathes deeply]
Yes Sir.
Do you know this boy?
Okay, hi, my name is Fezile Gigaba,
I play for Kings of Queenstown.
I'm from Ezibeleni
and I attend Nqobile High School.
And I believe one day I'll be the
best striker in the whole world.
Tell me, do you know this young man?
Yeah, I know the guy, very well.
- Oh, nice. Get him for me.
- [Fezile] Skipper, get in position.
Keep the camera on me.
- Okay.
- Yeah. I'll get him.
You see? Best striker in the world.
Yoh! I'm the best striker in the world.
Yo, I'm the best in the world.
[players chatting]
[suspenseful music plays]
My guy, when are you asking Mourinho about
- letting the girls dance during halftime?
- [chuckles]
My friend, don't you worry about that.
You know you can count on me.
- My guy!
- It's high to Phelisa..
- My guy! [laughs]
- [both laugh]
Hey, you're smiling alone there.
- Who are you chatting to?
- I'll show you. I'll show you the baby.
Ah, I don't want to get into it.
Love is strong, hey! [laughs]
Major!
- Let me call him real quick.
- Call him.
Huh?
[sighs]
This idiot isn't answering his phone.
He'll get us into trouble.
Let's go, guys. He's not here.
This guy is not here.
Yeah! Yeah!
Hey, Coach!
Hey, CR7. How are you doing?
- I'm okay.
- All right.
What are you doing here?
Shouldn't you be in school?
Um, I had to quit school
a year ago, Coach,
- when my baby was born.
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, so now I work here
at the Mohair factory in town.
So what are you up to, Coach?
Yeah, look... In fact, tell me,
what's your shoe size?
- A size six. Why?
- Size six.
Let's go, man.
- I have to go.
- Yes. Sweet. All right.
See you.
[phone ringing]
Sure, Mourinho... Yeah.
[Fana] Don't you dare call me that name.
You seem to forget
that your life is in my hands.
- [walkie talkie chatters]
- [dogs barking]
If you talk nonsense,
I'll go to the judge.
I'm telling you.
Hey, man.
I don't even know
why I'm telling you this.
Rovers have to pay
R3000 to the federation.
And points are going to be taken away
because of that sh**ting with those boys.
Okay, so what does that mean for us?
What are you saying, man?
I am saying, you idiot, that this weekend,
if we get it right
to b*at Cookhouse, away,
and then we'll be through for Nedbank Cup.
Oh, okay. Sure.
I get you. I hear you, my brother.
I hear you. I hear you, my man.
That's fine. That's beautiful.
So have you spoken to Fezile?
- [g*nsh*t]
- [tense tune plays]
Hello?
[continuous sh**ting]
Get down. Everybody, down.
Get down. Everybody, down.
Everybody, down.
Hey, man!
Go, go!
- Move. Let's go.
- Clear!
- [g*nshots f*ring]
- [Fana screaming]
[Terror] Hey, man?
Coach?
Coach, is everything all right?
[dial pad vibrating]
[sighs] Fana, hey, no!
Come in.
Hi, Mom.
Hi. Look what I've got for you.
I don't eat sugar.
- But it's your favorite.
- I don't eat sugar!
Okay, I'm sorry, Mom.
I'm sorry, Mom.
Mama... look.
- Here...
- Okay, go sit down.
Yoh!
- I can't wait to see what she's cooking,
- Go!
Hey. Oh, Granny, no.
[giggles]
[somber music plays]
[life support machine beeping]
[somber music playing]
[sirens blaring]
Here you go, boy.
- Here's your food.
- Thank you, Mom, thank you.
Thanks.
- You got a letter in the post.
- Hmm?
Open it, open it! I want to see.
[phone ringing]
Yes, Terror?
Ma.
[starts to sob]
- Mom?
- [voice quivering] No.
- No.
- [Sirens blaring at a distance]
- [sobbing]
- Mom?
[siren blaring]
[people speaking indistinctly]
[Emergency door opens and closes]
Ah, doc. How is he doing?
Are you immediate family?
Yeah, yeah. I... um,
I'm his brother.
Your brother is in a critical condition.
The one projectile entered
the left side of his stomach,
close to the breast bone,
breaking all the ribs in that region.
The second b*llet entered his thigh,
grazing the femoral artery.
We are going to have
to operate immediately.
- He's losing a lot of blood.
- It'll be okay, my child.
[Salsa] It'll be okay.
- It's okay.
- He's leaving me, Mama.
- I'm sorry but he is not in good shape.
- He can't leave me, Fana.
[Granny] Don't worry.
Don't worry, my child. It'll be okay.
- [Terror sighs]
- [Xoliswa sobs] Fana.
[Fana] Let's go!
Let's go, brother, let's go!
Let's go, brother!
["Cry to me" by Solomon Burke playing]
["Cry to me" song continues]
Hi, Dad.
I came to see you today to tell you...
that I'm grateful to you.
I wronged you as I grew up.
In many ways.
I wasn't aware back then...
that you were doing
your best to show me the way.
You made me a better person...
by raising my son.
You and Xoliswa...
and also Fana.
You did an outstanding job.
I'll try with everything I have...
to make a good man out of Fezile.
I want to say thank you, Jangisa.
I'm deeply grateful.
Please speak on my behalf
to our ancestors. [sniffles]
And rest in peace. Thank you, Jangisa.
[train hooting at a distance]
[slow relaxed tune playing]
[breathing shakingly]
- [dogs barking]
- [Fezile panting]
Major, open the door.
I know you're in there.
[dogs barking]
Major!
No, man. You idiot.
[grunts]
- Major! No, man.
- No, man! Fezile!
[Major groans] Leave me alone.
- Fezile.
- Major.
- Major, please stop.
- Fezile, let go of the pipe, argh!
Fezile! Fezile.
[major breathes shakingly]
I'm sorry, man.
I'm sorry, my brother.
[sobs]
Don't be scared.
We'll get through this together.
It'll be okay. [sobs]
[bailiff] All rise!
Thank you. Court is in session.
Mr. Mahamba, I issued an order
for you to go
and do a dr*gs and alcohol tests.
I have the results.
They came back positive.
[crowd whispering]
I hear that Sergeant Tyolo
has left some recommendations
in a report he gave us.
Let me read it.
Thank you.
''As a long-serving
police officer in this community,
I was requested by the courts
to personally monitor
Mr. Buyile Mahamba's
probationary behaviour.
Before Your Worship
serves his sentence, I'd like
for you to consider a few things.
The Queenstown Kings
soccer team is a beacon of hope
for many wayward township youth.''
Nice one, Jaco!
- Nice one, brother!
- Let's go, let's go.
- Show us what you got.
- Come on, let's go.
Show us what you got. Go play!
Show them, Jaco!
- You got this, Jaco.
- [laughs]
[boys] Nice one, Jaco!
- Nice going.
- Nice one.
- You got this.
- Nice one.
''Let me assure you, Your Worship,
that my duty as an officer of the law
precedes my loyalty to family.
I have dedicated my entire life and career
to the betterment
of the youth of this township.
Through my involvement in sport,
I have always strived
to not try to change their lives,
but to change their way
of seeing and reacting to the world.
I have also dedicated my life
to fighting the negative
mindset that plagues
my impoverished people.
When Your Honor gave me the responsibility
to monitor Buyile Mahamba,
it seriously turned my life upside down.
Sun Tzu says...
'In the midst of chaos...
there is an opportunity.'"
Yeah. It's going well.
- [Post lady] Yes, yes.
- Yeah, look,
take this box here, my brother.
And put it in the boot of the green
1952 classic Chrysler outside.
Sure, man. [sighs] Here we go.
- [Post lady] Wooh!
- [Terror sighs]
[Terror] Queenstown Kings started in 1961.
It was started by my father.
But he's not the only one
who took our name
and raised it high.
There were other great men.
[whistle blows]
The message I want to pass onto you guys
is that you are kings.
[boys laughing]
The name 'Kings'...
is not for little weaklings.
Pass! Pass!
[both grunt]
- Oh, sorry. You're alright
- [Fezile] Yoh!
[Terror] I'm asking for
accountability from you guys.
- Hey, We're good.
- Because you see,
a king is a leader of his people.
Where is Mr. Dilima?
- Can number 11 please step forward?
- Major.
- Major.
- Where is Major, guys?
When I look around,
I see men from many different households.
But when we're here, we are one, my guys.
When you see that your teammate
is doing something
and it's getting out of line,
take responsibility.
Take accountability for that man.
A king is ordained by God.
It's not simply a name.
[player chuckling with excitement]
Andrea Pirlo.
Let's stand properly! Come on.
Ah, Terror, let me hold for you.
Oh, you're going
to take a picture for the team.
I'll take the picture. Get in there.
You just get in there.
Let me take care of it.
- [boys] Yeah.
- Yeah, man.
- Make space for Coach.
- Go, go. I don't mind at all, bro.
Yeah men. Just let me focus.
- Looks nice.
- [Terror] Three, two, one.
- [players] Kings!
- Three, two, one.
- [players] Kings.
- [Terror] Three, two... Hey, catch him!
Catch him, catch him!
- Try to catch him!
- [Terror grunts]
[Judge] ''Your Worship,
as an officer of the law and as
a servant of my community,
I attest that
if I were to be struck down
in the line of duty,
then I would rest in the knowledge that...
my boys, my team,
the Kings of Queenstown,
are in safe hands.''
[Terror] It has to start from within.
Your heart must be that of a king's.
[beer gushing]
It requires self-control, gentlemen.
It requires self discipline.
You have to know exactly who you are.
Stand tall and be proud of yourselves
and this community you're from.
And leave this hunger behind for good.
- [Thunder clapping]
- [vuvuzelas blowing]
You'll see the rewards will be certain.
The disciple will be rewarded with glory.
Destroy everything in sight,
do you understand?
But don't lose your marbles, my man.
Alright, let's go.
[girls singing] We got this
From the back. We're winning today
Jaco, take this and hold on to it...
until the end of the game
And whatever you do... don't let it go.
Right. Let's play football. Let's go!
Come on, boys! Come on.
- Let's go!
- [whistle blows]
Let's go. You must cover up
and stay there all the time.
[Upbeat music plays]
- Hey, hey. Come on, boys!
- [whistle blows]
That's down, boy! Let go.
Come on, boys. Come on!
[upbeat music continues playing]
Jomo! Slow build-up, slow build-up.
Half! Hey!
Pass the ball!
Pass it, pass it!
Take the sh*t!
- Come on!
- [whistle blowing]
- [girls singing]who are we?
- We are winners
You are the year loosers
Queenstown Kings!
We are winners!
Come on, boys. Keep it together.
We're back in the game.
[upbeat music continues]
- [opponents cheering]
- [whistle blowing]
No!
Jaco! Jaco! Head in the game!
- [Jaco] Okay!
- [Terror] Come on, Jaco!
Let's go, come on!
Free kick, man. Come on, free kick!
- Yes!
- Jaco!
- Come on!
- [Queenstown Kings cheering]
[cheering continues] Yes! Come on!
- [Terror] Let's go, let's go.
- [whistle blowing]
Yes!
- That's what I'm talking about.
- [Boys] Kings!
- Yes!
- Hey man.
- [laughs]
- What are you doing?
I thought that stone
had a superpower or something.
The stone is just a stone.
The power is in you!
- Yeah!
- [Jaco laughs]
[Thud sound]
["Home Town" by The Witch playing]
Ah, you must be happy, hey?
Yeah. Of course I am.
It's what I've always wanted, you know.
But it came at the wrong time
because the Kings are really
going to need me right now.
So you're telling me
you're going to let Sundowns
go for an unknown team?
[TV host] Let's talk
Nedbank Cup round of 16.
Now, Mamelodi Sundowns
have drawn unknown minnows,
Queenstown Kings from Ezibeleni.
Yeah, Ezibeleni.
That's in the Eastern Cape.
Although, they always say
that the Nedbank Cup
is all about the "Cup of Dreams."
It's about David versus Goliath.
Can you see a major upset?
In fact, have you ever heard about them?
["Home Town" by
The Witch playing continues playing]
No. You just don't get it, do you?
I didn't mean it that way.
I didn't mean it like that.
So I am told that Mamelodi Sundowns
Terror Mahamba is now a coach.
And his minnows, rural team has drawn
the mighty Mamelodi Sundowns
in the Nedbank Cup.
So talk about
the odds being stacked against you.
My goodness!
Terror, what is the story?
- [chuckles]The story is what it is, Rob.
- hmm
Footballer turned coach.
- That's what I am.
- Huh?
Yeah.
- Let's go! Let's go!
- Yeah.
- Yeah! Yeah!
- Let's go.
- Is that...? Okay!
- Yoh, a jet!
Wait, wait! Don't get too excited.
That's not our plane.
Ours is over there plane.
- What?
- Coach, that one?
What do you mean?
- It's an upgrade, no?
- Okay.
You're used to Mourinho's truck.
Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
- Let's go.
- [players murmuring] Ah, coach.
- [Jomo] Ah, Coach.
- [Terror] Huh? Come on, let's go.
[boys murmur in disappointment]
This is an engineer, this man.
Come on, you'll be fine. Let's go.
- Let's go. Let's go!
- [mechanic tools clinking]
- [plane metal creaking]
- [electric wire buzzing]
[comic tune plays]
Ah, you know what, guys?
It's a one hour...
one hour, thirty-minute flight.
We'll be there in no time. Let's go, guys.
Err...
I think you'll notice that there are
not enough chairs in here, my gents.
But we're a team, after all.
You know how this goes.
The circumcised men on this side.
Then the uncircumcised men on the floor.
Let's go. Let's go.
Uh, Skipper. I need you in front with me.
Come, guys. Come, guys.
We're in the aeroplane now.
Who's missing? Guys!
Are we all in here? Let's go.
We'll reach our destination.
Hold on!
[Skipper] Waah!
- Yes. Hold on tight, Coach.
- No, no, Skipper. Relax.
Relax, relax.
We're leaders of this team.
We have to be composed.
We'll reach our destination.
If we panic, they'll all panic.
Yeah, hold on tight, guys. Hold on tight.
[engine accerelates]
[Terror] I mean,
everybody looks at it and says
you left Serie B, Team Vicenza.
- Sure.
You haven't played for six months.
You went back to Sundowns.
That was also short-lived.
And now you re-emerge as a coach.
- How is that?
- Well, I mean,
I played football
for 18 years of my life, you know.
I was successful locally
and you've mentioned that I have
some international experience as well.
It's natural transitions and progressions,
you what I mean? Yeah.
After playing for so long
and having done so much,
you know, sometimes
you think you're going to be
on the football pitch forever.
But then again, life happens
and throws you a curveball.
I ended up going home
and rediscovering my roots.
And discovering that there's a team here
that has got potential to be great.
So I figured let me share
my expertise, you know.
Well, I'm sorry, brother.
They're all declining.
- Declined?
- Yes, I tried twice.
It declined, Coach?
Hey man, Skipper! Move back, guys. You...
You're making me overheat here.
[Terror] Give me some air.
- [Skipper whispers] Give him some space.
Ah, let's try the platinum card.
- I've never known it to decline.
- Okay, let's try it.
- Yeah.
- [cards inserted ]
[machine card beeping]
Okay, hmm. Okay.
- Oh, we're good? Okay, sure.
- [receptionist chuckles]
All right, babe. Sure, sure.
Uh, Skipper...
- Yes, Coach.
- ...give these to the guys, okay?
- Eh, what's this, Coach?
- Can I ask you for two ice
buckets in my room, eh?
- Okay.
- What's this?
Hey, man. These are room cards
to access the room.
Don't be a fool. What's wrong with you?
I swiped to get in here.
- Yo, do you think it has money on it?
- I don't know.
Wow! A white bed. A white bed!
[squeals]
Let's pick it up there
because so many people have
told me as I was coming
into the studio that
individually, there are
some great players, talented players.
Give me a little background about them.
You see this one? This is my bed.
- What?
- I want to see Sandton properly.
- No way, it's my bed.
- How?
- No, dude, I'll...
- Let's go.
- Jeez.
- Yeah, that's right.
[Major] Have you seen the bathroom?
Fez, we've arrived in Jozi, man!
[Terror] Yeah, I know. It's a fantastic
group of boys, you know,
who thought maybe
they could just play football locally
and never really
go anywhere. But you know,
because there are legendary names
like the Mahambas in the community,
opportunities have come up, you know.
There are some guys
who have been in and out of prison.
Captain, my captain!
Ah, Captain.
Captain, my captain! No doubt.
- Yes, my captain!
- [door unlocks]
Ah, come in, my...
Yes, yes.
- Wow!
- Yoh.
Oh,
the electricity isn't working.
Maybe it's load shedding.
Oh, you're such a Komani boy, you know!
- [laughs]
- Yes, boy!
[Terror] There are some young kids
in the beginning stages of their lives
who dream and who aspire to be like
Terror Mahamba,
- like Mkhulu Mahamba, you know.
- Look here, guys.
- Look! Sandton City!
- [other boys whistles in amazement]
So I find myself in a unique
and a great opportunity and a great space,
to be able to inspire the next generation.
[TV host] I believe your son's in there.
My son is a fantastic
football player, you know.
He's 17 years old.
He's a solid number nine.
[sighs with pride] Like father, like son.
And even like grandfather,
you know what I mean?
So there's an opportunity
also to carry on the Mahamba legacy
that Mkhulu Mahamba left us.
All right, so if there is a legacy thing,
he played for Serie B.
Maybe the son will play for Serie A.
- Just up a little bit.
- [telephone rings]
- [TV host laughs]
- That would be great, Robert.
- Hello?
- I'd love for him to play
in Europe in big leagues.
- [TV host] Oh.
- Yes, I'm Fezile.
A visitor? What visitor? Sorry?
Sorry?
Apparently, I have a visitor downstairs
waiting for me at the reception.
- I don't know what's going on.
- Who do you know here?
I wonder who it is because
I don't know anyone in Johannesburg.
Let me go and see.
[lift bell chimes]
- Hey! [giggles]
- Hi.
Listen, I'm sorry
about what I said to you.
Don't worry about it, girl.
But I can't just believe you're here.
- What are you doing in Jo'burg?
- Well...
Oh, Terror Junior, my friend.
Are you okay?
Do you know what I think, hey baby?
Let me show you around, man.
Let me show you Johannesburg, my brother.
[Percy] My boy, I'll introduce you
to a really good agent.
If he likes you,
all the clubs will want you,
including Sundowns.
- [upbeat music playing]
- [Percy] Hey, yo, what's up?
[giggles] Hey.
[Terror] You know, this journey of mine...
started with the death of my father.
His sudden passing, you know,
compelled me to go home.
When I got home, I found my community
in a situation that really needed my help.
[somber music playing]
But there were no funds.
There was no money.
The grounds in the stadium
are not in a great condition.
It was time for me
to make a personal sacrifice and...
and be a little less selfish.
I realized that I cared
about myself more over the years,
not about my community and my son.
[sniffles]
Hello.
Come and open please.
Why didn't you tell me
you were pregnant, you crazy girl?
What was going to change?
That would've helped things a lot. I mean...
You know I love you.
And I love that baby
growing inside of you.
[dogs barking outside]
Yo.
- Hey, how are you?
- I'm good.
This is Fezile.
Fez. Fez la Fez.
I'm about to make you a star.
Listen, my boy.
The choice is yours now...
you see.
And if you don't sign today,
you won't play on saturday.
You know, no club has the time
for a player that's held back by a Cup.
You see?
And if you sign right now,
this minute sir,
I'll personally deposit 100k.
R100,000 of my own money
straight into your mom's bank account.
Before you even
say "blah, blah." What'd you say?
[Fezile sighs]
What do you say, boy?
[Fezile sighs deeply]
Ah, man. Listen, Mr. Village Boy.
This is what you want, isn't it?
Don't you dare embarrass me.
Even your dad never got such an offer
when he first started out.
It's a good offer.
Listen boy, listen.
If you pass the medicals,
you'll be a player for Sundowns
within 48 hours, my boy.
- We'll give you your own car.
- Ah, come on.
Get you your own apartment here in Jozi.
Look,
you're bigger than the Kings,
and you know that.
Make up your mind, boy. Make up your mind.
Fezile, what's wrong with you?
This is your chance to leave the township.
I thought that's what you wanted.
[sighs deeply]
Fez. Woah.
Fezile!
Fezile. Fezile! Hey!
Wake up.
This is Gauteng.
Do you want to end up in Komani?
- You're being a fool, man.
- [breathing heavily]
Just make the right decision.
["Orbit" by Alice Phoebe music playing]
[door beeps open]
Hey, Major. What's this now?
[Major coughs]
Hey, Major!
Major.
Why are you so full of nonsense?
Hey, Major! Hey!
[Major groaning]
How did you get into this, dude?
Major, do you want to get us arrested?
Ah! You're useless, Major!
You're useless, man.
- [Fezile panting]
- [Major panting]
You'll always be a boy from Ezibeleni,
full of dr*gs, you know! Damn it!
[pants] Sundowns.
You sold us out to Sundowns.
[Fezile sighs, sniffles]
Yeah well, you know what?
I think I should.
["Orbit" music continues]
[Terror clears throat]
Yes, Kings. Yes, Kings.
How are you, gentlemen?
[sighs]
- Uh, Skipper?
- Coach.
I don't see Fezile.
You're still looking
for your trusted number nine?
Yeah.
There's no easy way to say this, Coach.
Fezile sold us out.
He's playing for Sundowns.
He takes after you.
Hey, Coach.
I'll be the new striker for the team.
- You don't have to worry.
- No, man. Wait a minute, man.
What is it, man?
[sighs]
["Orbit" by Alice Phoebe continues]
[car engine stops]
[players chatting indistinctively]
- Don't curse, boy.
- Fezile
sold us out as a team.
- Get lost, man!
- He sold us out.
Why didn't you talk to Fezile yourself,
because you shared a room with him?!
- [commotion begins]
- [Terror] Hey, hey!
- Hey, guys.
- Come on. Hey.
Gents please!
Gents, gents. Stop it.
- Stop it. Guy, guys.
- Coach.
- [Terror] Hey!
- Hey, my boy.
- Come here!
- I'm gonna get you! Come here!
Forget him!
Forget him.
- [Terror] What are you doing?
- [Skipper] Stop it, man. Stop it.
Major! Come here.
You too. Come over here.
I'm trying to build
a team here, gentlemen.
You're brothers.
Even if there's a misunderstanding,
speak to each other nicely.
Now, shake hands. Come on!
- Shake hands, come on!
- Yeah, that's right.
Yeah, come on! Come on!
- We're brothers.
- I don't want to hear any more stories.
No more talking.
I need to tell you the real story.
Come on, man. Do better. You too, man.
Back in the game! Come on!
Well, there you have it.
The quarter final draw
for the Nedbank Cup is out.
There are all the teams.
One of my favorite things
about this cup, Jabu,
is that it really is the cup
where dreams are made.
It's the only tournament
where we see the lower division teams
take on the premier soccer league teams.
And, I mean, we really get to see...
- Come on, men.
- ...South Africa unearth
its undiscovered talent.
How are you going to b*at Sundowns
if you play like that? Come on!
Pick up the pace! Cloete, come on!
- [Fezile panting]
- [machines beeping]
[machine beeping]
["Lazy Bones" by The Witch Playing]
Dad!
["Lazy Bones" by
The Witch continues Playing]
Hello. Hi, Sir.
- Hey, howzit?
- Oh. I'm great. How are you, sir?
- [Video Host] Well, time is ticking away.
- Okay.
It's time for a change and here it comes.
The player we've all been waiting for.
The new signing is on the pitch.
Lot's of hype around this fellow.
Let's see if Fezile Gigaba
- has got what takes.
- Hey, man, Terror.
A really big game
in the tournament, this one.
- Is that you?
- You can see how much it means
- Bring it all in.
- to the players.
Captaining us today
is the great Sundowns legend...
- [Fezile] Terror.
- ...Malusi Mahamba.
- Grandpa! [pants]
Are you okay?
- No!
- Hey, are you okay?
Next time. [breathes heavily]
But more than anything, the one thing that
fills my heart with a lot of joy
is knowing I can have
- Here.
- a great relationship with my son,
who I haven't seen in a very long time.
And that he knows
he has my love and support.
And hopefully he can, you know,
go all the way. Further than
what my father did and what I did.
You have to make amends with Fezile.
Things are happening as they should.
You have to think
about him before the team.
He needs you.
You are the only person who understands.
The only person who can relate.
Plus...
I want you to spend time with Fezile
to practise being a daddy.
The baby is going to come.
Yeah.
[coach cheering the players]
[whistle blows]
Hey, it's Terror, guys!
Salute, man!
How are your knees
doing these days, old man?
Hey, young man. Hey!
[Percy giggles]
Yeey, Yeey. Yes, boy. [giggles]
Put it here.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I was there once, getting this star.
- Yes, Sundowns poll.
- Yeah. You know, you know.
Yeah, yeah.
- How were the medicals? All go well?
- [whistle blows]
Yeah.
- I'm signing the papers tomorrow.
- Okay.
- And everything.
- No, that's good.
- Yeah.
- There's not much I really want to say.
Except that um...
You make me proud.
In fact, I take my hat off to you.
- And so do all the guys, you hear me?
- [whistle blows]
Everyone knows how hard you've worked
to get where you are today.
Mm-hm. No, no.
Please don't lie to me, Terror.
I know I'm the last person
that the guys want to see right now.
- Wait, where are you getting that from?
- Yeah.
You left your shirt at the hotel.
And there's no one who didn't signed it.
They wouldn't do that, if they hated you.
And I tell you what?
I'm proud of you, my boy.
To see the Mahamba name on your back.
That shows me that,
all our ancestors, Jangisa,
are all in agreement with me my son.
And wherever your grandfather is now,
he's also very proud.
Ah, you're making me think now, you know.
Because every time I'm on the field,
I look on the sidelines
and see him looking at me
and shouting, saying.
"Hey, Fezile. I want you
to be disciplined like Christiano."
[Terror laughs]
- Yeah. That was his way. That was his way.
- Yeah.
But just do me one favor, okay? One.
Stop thinking that people don't like you.
We love you, man.
You're a beacon of hope
to everyone at home.
Shoulders back, chin up.
Continue to make us proud.
You hear me, my son?
Keep your head in the game.
I'm proud of you, boy.
I hear you. I won't disappoint you.
Come here.
[players chattering]
I love you, my boy.
Hey, Fezile.
Yeah, go. Go show them, boy.
- Yeah, okay.
- Show them what you're made of.
- Yeah no problem.
- Yeah. That's it.
Yeah, salute!
[sighs]
- Hey. Are you alright?
- Yeah.
- Are you sure?
- [sniffles]Yeah.
'Cause you look like you want to cry.
[players chatting indistinctively]
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
Okay.
Hey. Hey, hey.
Let's gather in the shade there.
It's going to be a quick one.
- [soft tune playing]
- [Fezile sniffles]
Sure, Clev.
"New levels, boy. Your time has come."
[cries, sniffles]
[soft tune continues playing]
[sniffles]
[sighs]
[gasps softly]
[exhales sharply]
I've done my job now.
I wash my hands.
There's nothing more I can do about it.
There's nothing I didn't do. Or is there?
I bought your kit.
I flew you all to Jozi.
And got you into the Nedbank Cup.
What now? Do you want me to play for you?
I can't do it. So it's up to you now.
Do what you want 'cause you're here.
I'm throwing in the towel. I give up.
I leave it all in your hands, guys.
This is your moment.
This is your legacy,
and this is your destiny.
But maybe if this guy
says something, you might listen.
- Oh, Coach! Coach!
- Oh, Coach! Coach!
[whistle blowing]
Hoiye! Hoiye!
[all] Hoiye! Hoiye!
Ah, that's it! [chuckles]
That's it!
But why? Why do you look so weak?
Are you scared?
Of what?
You must take after me.
I have two b*ll*ts holes,
but I'm still strong.
[Fana groans]
Let's go, brothers.
Go out there and get them.
Hoiye! Hoiye!
Hoiye! Hoiye!
- Hoiye!
- Hoiye!
[boys singing for Fana]
- Do you know 'K'?
- K!
Do you know 'O'?
- And 'O'.
- Do you know 'Q'?
And 'Q'.
Singing for me.
- Mkhulu.
- We're going to buy medicine.
[TV host] All right, so the day
of reckoning is at hand.
The minnows, Queenstown Kings,
are up against the mighty
Mamelodi Sundowns.
Coming to you live
from Ellis Park Stadium.
Hey, here we go. Hey! [laughs]
Now, is your time, my boy.
Don't panic. Chin up.
Keep your chin up. Okay, you hear me?
Put it here, put it here.
Ah, we're coming for you.[laughs]
Come on, guys. Mess them up.
Come on, let's go!
Sure, boy. No hard feelings.
Okay! Fez!
[Queenstown Kings team cheering Fezile]
[crowd cheering]
Let's go, let's go!
- You're on top. Let's go. Come on!
- Let's go.
Nice one, boys. Let's go.
- Fezile! I'm so proud of you.
- Thank you so much.
- I'll see you after.
- Well done!
["Man on the Moon" by Ballyhoo playing]
[TV Host] Alright, we're about
to go live right now.
The players are just about to come out.
It is an electrifying atmosphere
at the venue itself,
but Pinky Sibiya is standing by.
I can see her on the touchline,
just come out of the tunnel.
Pinky, I don't even know
if you can hear yourself.
The blaring vuvuzela,
the fans that are screaming.
But my, oh my,
David versus Goliath. Tell us the latest.
Thank you, Robert.
Tensions are high here
at the Ellis Park Stadium.
We have Mamelodi Sundowns
against the Queens of King Williams...
Oh, the Kings of Queenstown.
Let's see who takes the cup.
Ah, then I'm winning, you know that.
Okay then, Mr. Queenstown.
[cheering continues]
- [Skipper] Three, two, one.
- [players] Kings!
- Three, two, one, three, two one.
- Kings!
- Three, two, one, three, two, one.
- Kings!
[Terror] Let's go, boys.
Fezile!
- Fezile!
- Fezile!
- Back to goal!
- Back to the goal!
Back to goal!
[vuvuzela blowing]
[soft rock music playing]
[whistle blowing]
[cheering continues]
[Interloper" by Nakhane playing]
[Terror] Let's go!
Let's go, brother! Let's go!
Let's go, brother!
[Interloper" by Nakhane continues playing]
Queenstown Kings, The (2023)
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