Yes! My high score!
Where do you think you're going, young man?
Rome. I'm going to hold my breath at the Olympics.
You better take this then, hadn't you?
Put your medals in.
Thanks, mum. I gotta get going.
- Terry? - What?
He's off to the Olympics again.
You gone mad?
I told mum I'm going to the Olympics.
I held my breath for nearly 58 seconds.
Really? Well, I tell you what.
Why don't you jump in the Van
and then me and you can hold our breath all the way home?
That's about a minute away.
Eddie, look, all this olympic medal stuff,
it's driving me a bit mad, mate.
Look at me. I'm driving about in the middle of the night,
dark, freezing cold, looking for you.
When I should be at home doing what?
Watching it's a knockout, dad?
They're carrying a tremendous log.
Come on. Come on.
Hurry up. Hurry up.
Marbles one week, holding your breath the next.
When is it all gonna end, young man?
When I become an olympian.
Oh. I see.
Say goodnight to your dad.
- Night, mum. - Night, love.
That's good flexibility.
Great. Now, could you just maybe flex your toes?
That's point your toes towards you.
Good boy, thank you.
Now, you've got to take it easy.
Don't do any climbing up trees
and too much running around. All right?
His knees are still healing.
Good. Well done.
Right, that's it!
Listen, enough is enough!
It's never bloody ending with you, son.
Now you're gonna come to work with me
and you're gonna learn to plaster. All right?
At least it might keep you out of trouble.
What about my olympic preparations?
Eddie! You are not an athlete!
- Morning, tel. - All right, Shirley?
Now, today I shall be finishing off
an arctic stipple.
What did I just say?
No, not a raspberry ripple. An arctic stipple.
Which is my piece de resistance.
My plasterer's trademark that you
shall spend all day learning, young man.
Dad, you're a genius.
Oh, where's he gone now?
You're right, I'm never gonna go to the Olympics.
I'm gonna go to the winter Olympics.
Ladies and gentlemen,
it gives me great pleasure to introduce to you...
the head of the British winter Olympics
selection committee, Mr. Dustin Target.
Thank you, George.
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you so much for being here...
on this glorious day for British sport.
You have entered a new era for business...
just as we have embarked on a new era for sport.
Today it is my honor...
and privilege, to present to you...
the 14 young men who are all candidates
for the British olympic downhill team.
Vying for your sponsorship and support...
in achieving their dreams...
to reach the 1988 winter games in Calgary.
It's an opportunity that requires
a new kind of athlete...
and you deserve the best...
All right. Sorry. No, okay. Hands up, that was my fault.
I'm sorry, fellas.
Uh... more champagne, anyone?
Edwards, you've um... You've made quite an impact today.
Oh, good, I was trying to.
Look, I think we both know that you've gone...
as far as you can go with the squad.
We shan't be selecting you for the trials, I'm afraid.
But, um, keep up with the training.
Aim for the '92 Olympics.
Mr. Target, that's in 5 years' time.
I'm ready now.
Um, no, you're not.
You know, I've got run times just as good
- as any of that lot. - Yeah, well...
It's not all about speed.
It's about what school you went to, is it?
you will never be olympic material.
You wanna get yourself qualified.
I mean it's not exactly a career, is it? Skiing.
I mean, how much does a downhill skier earn? Huh?
What's the take-home pay after tax? Hmm?
Is there a pension? I doubt it very much.
Get yourself qualified for something useful, Eddie.
Yeah, all right, dad.
I get the point.
You've been banging on about it since I've been
out of nappies. Sign me up.
Made you a nice cup of tea.
No more downhill, then?
Not exactly a career, is it?
Not even for fun?
It's about time I started paying my way.
Well, you better bring those