The Arsenal Stadium Mystery

This match brings to the Newsreel screen one

of the greatest amateur teams that ever wore football boots.

Amateurs, but already they've beaten

nearly all the crack professionals.

These boys have made the name

of the Trojans Club world famous.

In pace and ball control, they have no equals anywhere.

Once near the goal, it's next door to a dead certainty.

Now, watch another

one score from the enemy.

Setchley has the ball

and he's fetching it along like a mother nursing a baby.

Yes, it's a goal.

And that brings

the total of Setchley's goals up

to 34 for the season already.

This young man is one of the most dazzling sparks

in the team that is all highlights.

Can't you appreciate talent-

- And before the great Chelsea game versus Arsenal.

- Sit down Setchley. - We give you this interview

with the team. - Nice goal, Setch!

Will the Trojans maintain

their wonderful record? - Sit down!

Or will the big guns

of mighty Arsenal blow them sky-high?

Eddie Hapgood left back and Arsenal captain.

Bryn Jones, he cost Arsenal as much as the war

and he's almost as dangerous.

Leslie Jones, another international.

Cliff Bastin, the Boy Wonder,

football is the only game he ever wants to play.

That's not what my wife would say.

The three musketeers,

Alf Fields, Crayston and George Male.

The one and only George Allison,

mind you don't lose that tie pin.

Kirchen, the streak of lightning on the right wing.

Bremner, born with a silver football in his mouth,

but he bust it.

Ted Drake, center-forward, tall, dark and handsome.

Swindon, the goalkeeper, still in his winter woollies.

- Get out. - And Tom Whitaker,

their famous trainer.

Now, for the Trojans.

Here's Francis Kindilett secretary and organiser.

- You looked really good, Frank, you do, absolutely,

really good.

Orbin, goal.

Wilcock, left wing, Priebe, left back.

Garrow, centre half, Brown, left half.

Then there's Bridge, centre forward,

and Jerner, inside left.

And Charlie, right back, the Trojans' brilliant captain.

Now, here's a man to watch, Morring,

this is his last match before he gets married.

After that his wife will want him.

Setchley has a lady friend,

it's Helen, the Trojans' mascot.

They pin a badge on Helen every time they win,

Setchley looks after her.

He's the only one of the team she can trust.

Now, for the Trojans' dark horse,

Jack Doyce, inside right.

Doyce has only just joined the team,

but he's a well-known amateur

and great things are expected of him.

You hear that, Doyce?

He's not here, Mr. Kindilett.

What?

Well, I hope there's nothing wrong.

He'll be there.

You may be in the team yet, Mr. Male.

Even greater records.

How did you like that, Mr. Allison?

Oh, very interesting indeed.

- We're showing that all over the country.

Are you really?

Oh yes, thank you.

Well, Frank, it's 12 o'clock now.

We meet in the stadium at three.

- That's right, they'll begin wheeling us off

at 10 minutes past, yes?

Oh, I hope not, I hope sure not.

Programme, programme!

A visual programme and teams.

Thank you.

Programmes! - There you are.

Trojan or Arsenal fan? - Trojan, Trojan.

That horse on the corner.

Wear those colours.

- What the hell is it you think I'm wearing?

Up the Arsenal.

- Up the Trojans. - Arsenal!

Trojans!

- Above all, boys, you must respect this amateur side.

They're one of the finest amateur teams

we've seen for years.

They don't play your game, they play the attacking game.

All their five forwards go up at once

and their right half and left half,

they go through at every possible chance.

And when those two wing half backs go through,

I want our inside forwards, left and right, go after them,

don't let them get away with it.

Now that's important.

You get that, Eddie?

- Yes, we got it. - Yeah.

- The prestige of the Arsenal is at stake.

I am more keen to win this match

than I am to win 90% of our games during the season.

- Time for the boys to change, Mr. Allison.

- Oh, okay, Tom, well, carry on, boys, get on.

You'll be in here this afternoon, boys.

Who is this Doyce?

Oh, it'll be a walk home.

Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Kindilett.

- You're not gonna find it too easy, boys, you know.

Hello, Tim.

Hello, Bill.

- Frank. - Everyone here, Carter?

- All except Mr. Morring, sir, and Mr. Doyce.

- Oh, Doyce will be here, he won't miss this game.

And Phil Morring's with his fiasco.

- Well, Rattle, you better get changed any case,

never know where you are with a fellow like Doyce.

Well, there are only 20 minutes to go.

- Now, really Gwen, you're not upset about that shemozzle

at the flat, are you?

- What do you expect me to be, tickled to death?

- Well, I can explain about that girl, all right?

But it's rather a long story.

I'll tell you tonight. - Tonight's off.

Oh, you're thinking of Phil Morring?

Perhaps.

Met his family yet?

No, well they're away travelling.

Well, I thought you hadn't.

They're nice people but a bit stuffy.

They've got a great deal of that, you know,

and you won't see a penny of it if he marries you.

Love in an attic.

Well, well, how touching.

I'm marrying Phil, not his family.

You're telling me.

Dear me, I do believe we're quite annoyed.

We'll soon settle that.

That's the last time, Jack.

Of course, I'll see you tonight.

So sorry, Jack, but it's all over.

- The key will still be on top of the door.

I'm so sorry, Inga.

I know I'm late, but the traffic was awful.

Hello, Phil.

- Hello. - Programmes.

- Gwen, I tried to get you last night and this morning.

Hello, Inga, how's the cousin from Sweden?

You think you go home, no?

You always make the same joke, Phil.

But Gwen, why didn't you tell me

you couldn't see me last night?

I couldn't, it was too sudden.

My aunt Betsy was taken ill.

Darling, I'm so glad to see you.

Have you missed me? - Have I?

- Come on, Gwen, we'll never get to our seats.

- Lord, I must fly, I'll see you after the game, Gwen.

Goodbye Inga. - Yes, darling.

Better take Doyce's shirt, George.

That's a good girl, isn't she lovely?

- Break away Setchley, you won't be fit for the match.

Doyce, about bloody time!

- Look here Doyce, you're a part of this team,

you know I expected you here hours ago.

Sorry I was in conference.

Anyway, I see Phil Morring isn't here yet.

- I guess everybody is here we may be able

to play some football. - You shouldn't wonder.

Sorry Rattle.

Heavens Eddie, what's this?

I haven't got a shirt.

Shut up!

No shirts anywhere?

- No! - Yeah.

- Just a minute, Bunch! - Hello,

what's the matter now?

Where are these boys' shirts?

There's none of them here.

- I left every player's shirt on his own hook.

There he is, he's got them.

Take them, he's got them all on.

- It's gonna be cold out there with nothing to do in goal.

- Crikey. - Don't tell me

the jolly old Rolls let you down.

Yes old boy, I had to abandon it.

Woo, tut-tut.

- Now come along Mr. Doyce, you're next on the table.

So, she won't let you alone, hey Phil?

Why don't you mind your own business.

Why don't you grow up?