INT. COURTROOM, WEMBLEY STADIUM -- NIGHT
Wembley Stadium. Home of The Football Association (FA),
English football's governing body.
Oak-paneled walls. Marble flooring and columns that stretch
from the floor to the twenty-foot-tall ceiling. Red and
royal blue curtains adorned with The Three Lions.
The gallery empty of any press or concerned onlookers. Two
sit at the deeply-stained oak table before a panel of three
At the table: LUIS SUÁREZ and KENNY DAGLISH.
Suárez: mid-20s, Uruguayan international and Liverpool
striker. Bit an opposing player while at Ajax, hand-balled
a would-be winning goal off the line against Ghana in the
2010 World Cup.
Daglish: 60, Liverpool's manager. A dynamite striker in his
playing days, was the most-capped of all players for
Scotland, a compassionate man.
The panel of judges: DAVID BERNSTEIN (FA Chairman), ALEX
HORNE (FA General Secretary) and SIR DAVID RICHARDS (FA Vice
Chairman). All are wearing judicial robes and white wigs.
Just so we're clear, Mister
Suárez. You're forgoing any legal
Suárez gestures to Daglish to answer for him.
That's right. I've been supporting
Luis this entire time, why should
now be any different?
Daglish nods at his troubled striker. The judges look at
Right-o. Mister Suárez, you have
been proven guilty of racially
abusing Patrice Evra of Manchester
United ten times throughout a
recent match between your two
Daglish shifts his posture, smiling nervously.
As with all cases, the FA grants an
appeal process to the disciplined
player. Mister Suárez, you may
begin your appeal.
Suárez leans towards Daglish and whispers in his ear.
Daglish turns to him and nods.
Esteemed leaders of the FA, my
striker wishes to know the
penalties which have been levied
Well, the suspension is for-
(holding up his hand)
Just a moment.
Suárez leans into Daglish's ear again.
He would like the exact wording
from the FA's released statement
announcing the decision.
Alright. This is the FA after all,
we have no objection to a prim and
proper request. Hand me that file
if you would, Sir Richards.
Certainly, Mister Bernstein.
Suárez's eyes widen, his body tensing. Daglish puts his
hand on the striker's shoulder-
Relax. Deep breaths.
Sir Richards slides the file folder over to Bernstein, who
pulls out the FA statement on Suárez's punishment. He skims
through the document, finding the bullet point on the
There we are.
(reading from the document)
Mister Suárez shall be warned as to
his future conduct, be suspended
for eight matches covering all
first team competitive matches and
fined the sum of forty-thousand
Suárez shoots to his feet-
Forty-thousand pounds? YOU
Daglish winces. Bernstein pounds his gavel.