Mustangs FC

What is this?

This argy-bargy,

this hurly-burly, shouty faces of fury?

This is not the Mustangs we know and love.

No, no, this, my friends,

is the face of civil war.

Mustangs V Mustangs!

Mustangs, settle down.

It's like 'sabotage' is your middle name.

If you say 'sabotage' one more time...

What am I, invisible? Not likely!

I am captain. If I call a play, then you do it, OK?

I'll play your play when you can actually play.

Contravening at least seven couples by not obeying team protocol.

Just shut up! I am so sick of your face in my face.

Mustangs!

Off, now! Forfeit.

Warriors win the game.

This ends now.

No more infighting, no more divided team

and no more separate games.

What's it gonna be, new girl? Her name's TJ.

Us or the States?

From now, right now, we are one team -

starting with a new captain.

Michaela, get up here.

Are you kidding? (SCOFFS) No.

Excuse me. That's not how we do it at the Mustangs.

What about Bella? How is that fair?

We are on the bottom of the ladder.

We've gone up a division. This team's a mess

and getting us back on track is the number one priority.

So, fair or not, the fastest way to do that

is with an experienced captain.

Unless, of course, this isn't about the soccer at all

and you're all just happy to keep on fighting and forfeiting

and being on the bottom of the ladder.

Hmm?

Alright, then.

Enough said.

Michaela is the new captain of the Mustangs.

Bells... Don't.

And we have a new kit,

new look, for a new start.

And it doesn't stop there.

There'll be no more rotating players in and out of positions,

just to "be fair".

From now on, every position is up for grabs.

We'll have tryouts tomorrow at training.

And the Mustangs will not lose another game.

Do you understand?

Whatever. Fine.

Alright. Good chat.

How can he just stand by and let Bella be decaptained like that?

What's Terry done to him?

It's like she's turned him into a zombie lap-dog.

All done here? Oh, he speaks.

I've got to go. See you later.

How could you let this happen? All of it.

Things needed to change.

Change is hard.

That's it?

You basically let tyrant Terry take over, and that's it?

Sometimes the loudest voice is right.

But the message is in what is not being said.

Not the curly talk again.

I want what's best for all of us.

I just want to play soccer without all this drama.

So, do that.

Sure.

Yeah, it's a bit weird.

But...

..well, a merge is a big change.

Maybe it's good to mark occasions like that.

The sky blue really makes the red shorts pop.

The sky blue looks like a Smurf stained us.

There is nothing good about this.

Red and white are the club colours. It's what the boys wear.

It's who the Mustangs are. That should be honoured and not tainted.

Look... I get it.

But I wear a new uniform now that I'm at State,

but it doesn't change who I am.

Oh, really?

At State, we train in partners and on a roster system,

so we all really get to know what makes each other tick.

At State, the lockers have push-button combinations

and smell like pine cones.

At State, we do a basic four-three-three formation

and then we blend into a diamond

and at the last minute we switch into a candlestick.

That's just what we call it...

..at State.

The world record for repeating a phrase is 264,903 times.

Sure, I made that up. But Marnie doesn't care.

She's gonna smash it anyway.

This is how it all unravels. First, the jersey...

Then the new formations,

then total decimation of the Mustang spirit.

Danny doesn't care.

You're gone. What's the point?

If you go, I go.

Won't be long before Nush follows.

She can barely even look at Terry without grinding her teeth.

Then Bells.

You know, maybe it's best - quit now,

rather than watch the Mustangs slowly be morphed into Wildcats.

What?

No.

No, this is not you.

This is not the Mustang spirit.

We are fighters, not quitters.

You quit. I didn't quit. I went to State.

You don't say.

Not in here.

I never could in here.

Poetic, but not very helpful.

Without your relentless, rabid 'never say die-ness',

I'm pretty sure this is it for the Mustangs.

Don't even think that.

You're the heartbeat of the team, remember?

It's up to you to unite everyone in Mustang-style soccer solidarity.

That is a big ask.

Yeah, it's a big, tough ask.

But since when has Liv ever shied away from big, tough things?

I personally can't remember a time.

Morning, morning, morning!

What, have I got an OJ moustache?

What's... what's your hair? What's your hair?

Your head's gone full Wildcat.

You like? I was thinking we could all do it.

You know, like a team thing.

Oh, this is your soccer solidarity thing.

Wait, what soccer solid... Liv's going to unite us.

Really? Yes.

I'm gonna help smooth the bumpy waters

and make us into the super team we're meant to be.

Got a problem with that?

Several, actually. Let's go, Mustangs!

We can get back to this later.

You guys should see my three-strand Dutch mermaid.

Sometimes I amaze even myself.

OK, girls, here's what we're gonna do.

You're gonna run drills

and we're going to assign positions based on how you perform.

Who's ready? So, Michaela gets a say.

Rigged. Shh.

Go, Mustangs!

OK, pair up and warm up.

Pairs, good! Yes! I love pairs.

One of my top favourite people combinations.

Uh...

Hey, teammate!

Uh, um... (CLEARS THROAT)

Hey, wouldn't you rather partner up with one of us?

Nush, it's time to extend the embrace.

It's time to end the war and start the Mustangs love-in.

It's not gonna be pretty,

but it's the only way forward.

Terry was right. You did not just say that.

Look, we do need to become one, or the Mustangs won't survive.

So we can do it our own inclusive way

or Terry's sledgehammer way.

And I know which one I'd prefer.

Did I miss something?

Yeah, seems we're hugging it out now.

Whoa. See that?

In case you missed it...

Funny how unresolved stuff keeps on popping up

in new and awkward places.

Whoa.

How do you do that? Brothers -

been dodging them for years.

Less talking, more focus!

We're meant to embrace THAT?

Good luck.

As if.

Not that you need luck because you have skill -

super, awesome skill.

Whatever psych-out you're up to, not gonna work.

No psych-out. May the best goalie win.

Not that one of us is better than the other,

because we both have our strengths.

We're both power goalies. The Mustangs are lucky to have us.

Both of us - uh, you AND me.

You done chatting? Yes, captain.

Yes!

Nice work, Georgie.