01x19 - Bad Sport

[bunniefuu]

Dad, have you seen my mug?

Joe Connolly has lost
his favourite mug.

[ The green one?
- Yeah.

With the two
thermostatic handles?

Yes.

And the big T-Rex on it?
- Yes.

That roars when you pick it up?
- Yes!

With the big red glowing eyes
that scared your auntie

when it went off at night
last Christmas?

- Yes, that one!
- Nah, not seen it.

In recent weeks, Joe Connolly
has suffered a series of losses.

His girlfriend, Lily Scott.

His best friend, Frisbo.
[ Hey, watch this.

Since the footie card incident,
things had become amicable

but they're no longer besties
and Joe is fine with that.

One thing is certain. Joe cannot
deal with one more loss.

Good Morning 7T!
I've got some exciting news.

Next week is Year 7 sports day.

Joe Connolly
is a below average athlete.

The winning class
all get certificates!

- Certificates?
- Ah, I love certificates!

But luckily,
that is not a problem.

Anyone for 100 metres?

Because his class consists

of several exceptional
sports talents.

Eisha Khela has never lost
at kiss chase.

[ And Pete.
- Yes, nice one, sir!

Pete Wilson once
outpaced a year 11

after accidentally
chucking a sandwich at him.

- Shot put?
- I'll do it, sir.

Roxy Brunswick can throw

just about anything onto
the Maths block.

[ Told ya!
- Ideal for shot put.

Swell.

With a class full of winners,
Joe won't lose.

He will win too.
The best way he knows how.

- One 99, please.
- By not taking part.

You know,
a 99 isn't actually 99p.

Last but not least,
the 1500 metres.

In the 12 years Joe has known
Frisbo, he's never been tired.

Bosh! It's yours, Frisbo.

The perfect choice for
an inexplicably long 1500m race.

With that settled,
Joe can prepare--

- And Joe.
- What?



What? But F-frisbo was--

Yeah, you'll both do it!

Best mates and all that! Sorted.

- Oh no.
- Joe will lose the 1500 metres.

This loss will follow him
into all his future endeavours.

Stepping up to take

the final penalty is Connolly.

Interesting fact about Connolly.

He has never actually won
a game of football.

Not a great choice.

I hear he also
lost his Year 71500m.

But maybe this is his--

No. This is way worse.

Joe's kick will miss
by so much it will make

first contact with alien life

who will immediately declare it
an act of w*r.

After years of w*r,
the earth is destroyed.

Narrowly escaping, Joe will
be left, floating through space

with nothing,
absolutely nothing.

No way!
I can't do it! I won't run!

It's clear Joe cannot run.

Why not?

Because he will lose.

Because I'll...

..lose.

Joe if you train
and set your mind to it

you never know
what you might achieve.

Yeah, but--

You think Mo Farah had
that attitude?

- Mr Turner is right.
- This is your moment, Joe.

Be more Mo.

Mo Farah would run.

OK sir, I'll run.

I'll run the 1500 metres.

And so will Joe.

Joe Connolly will run the 1500

and he will not lose.

He will train.

He will run every night
to the bus stop and back.

Some people
just want it to happen.

Driving towards
the line in the 200 metres

they finish in a record time.

Ah.

- Some wish it to happen.
- "You will not lose."

I will not lose.

And others make it happen.

He finishes
and second place goes to--

I will not lose.

And he begins
to believe it himself.

Yes!

Yes!!

I will not lose.

- I will not lose!
- What was that?

Nothing.

Today is Year 7 sports day.

Welcome, everybody.

And Joe Connolly is ready.

Please step forward
when your event is called.

And don't forget, have fun!

As the day proceeds,
expectations are high.

Alright! Come on, 7T!

Yes! We won!

In your face, Charlotte George!

Yes!

No! Second place, Pete!

Yessssss!!

Yes!

Yes! I'm the fastest!

All leading to one thing.

Please make your way
to the track.

With every step,
Joe grows in confidence.

Good luck, Joe!

He doesn't need luck,
he only needs--

Good luck, Frisbo.

- Oh.
- Alright?

Psst, boys.
We're ahead on the leaderboard,

just in front of 7M.

One of you just needs to beat
Gavin Hill and we win!

- Sir, why Gavin?
- Well, he's running for 7M.

Plus, he's rubbish!

Hi Gavin, good luck out there!

Joe once heard a rumour
that Gavin Hill was half sloth.

- Fair enough.
- Bring it home.

Legs shaking, Joe stands strong.

His losing days are behind him.
It all comes down--

- Good luck mate.
- On your marks...

You too.

Joe Connolly,
the boy who lost everything.

- Frisbo.
- ..Get set.

Lily.

His mug.
He will not lose again.

Joe realises
anything is possible.

He won't lose.
In fact, he can win.

All the pain, all the failures.

It has all led to now.

It has led to victory.

He thinks he's just won!

Wait.

There's 3 more laps, Joe.
Come on!

As it turns out,
there were some gaps

in Joe's basic knowledge
of the 1500m race.

"So you wanna
run the 1500 metre?"

[ Joe, dinner!
- Nice.

Well this is
all you need to know.

It is now clear to him
there is more than one lap.

Yes! Keep going, Frisbo!

And Joe would not be winning.

Yes! Alright!

But he will not give up.

He will not lose.

- Oh finally.
- Relief.

With the finish line
ahead of him,

there is
nothing stopping him now.

- Alright, Frisbo?
- Alright.

Just 10m in front of him
is the finish line.

Come on, Joe!



Joe's best friend.

Alright, you muppet?

He's my best friend.

What are you doing?!

I didn't lose! I didn't lose!

Yes alright, Gavin.
No one likes a bad winner.

- You came last!
- Joint last.

Pfft, whatever.

That's it, everyone.


- Nice one!
- What a dodo!

- Yeah, cheers, dodo!
- Joe Connolly has lost.

You could've just finished,
ya know?

- Yeah.
- Now we're both last.

But he didn't really lose.

Yep.
[ Hey!

Oh, hey!

Lily Scott.
Joe's former girlfriend

and winner of the 200m.

Um, I just wanted to say
I think

what you did was really nice.

Oh... that.

Umm that was... y'know.

Just.. Er yeah.

Lost for words, Joe knows

something important
is happening.

I was about to get ice cream.

As she stands in front of him
he knows just what to do.



They're not actually 99p though,
fair warning.

- OK, cool. See you then.
- See ya!

You not going with her then?

Nah, we broke up.

Oh, I didn'term, sorry.

It's alright.

Guys, you gotta see this.

Hitesh was doing the triple jump
and his shorts ripped!

- No way!
- Amazing!

Now he's sitting in the sand
pretending nothing happened!

Come on!
Go on Hitesh, stand up!

[ No, it's comfy.
I just like sand.

Ow! My ankle!