TED'S FAMILY WAS IN TOWN FOR THE WEEK, AND THAT MADE WILLIE A BABYSITTER. She was not usually a fan of children, but Henry, Ted's son, was a pretty pleasant one. He literally just sat in her office and played with legos until it was time for the game later. That was when she lost him because she was on her way to bring him to the box with her, but he released her hands and took off running down the hall. "Dad!"

"Sorry, Ted. He got away from me," Willie apologized as she walked into the locker room behind the boy. She noticed that the coach had been speaking with Jamie, and she felt bad because she thought that

"Oh no, it's fine," the man assured her, waving her off as he bent down to hug and greet his kid. He was getting all of the hugs in that he could since Henry and Michelle — Ted's wife — were going home that night after the match. "Hey, big guy. There he is. Hey."

Henry pulled away from his father and looked up at the footballer in front of him in amazement. It was then that the name on the back of the boy's shirt read 'Tartt,' which caused her to roll her eyes and like the kid a lot less. He asked, "Jamie Tartt?"

"Hello, little lad," the man greeted, and the Carlisle woman was shocked. She thought that he would give the kid some candy just so that he could take it away and laugh.

The blonde boy raised his eyebrows at him and smiled politely, something that Jamie definitely did not deserve since he had never been polite in his life. The brunette woman watched as Henry questioned, "Would you sign my shirt?

"All right, turn around," the footballer instructed, grabbing a marker from his locker as the boy turned around. He crouched down and wrote his name on the shoulder of the jersey. Henry turned around once he was done. "Now, next time I score a goal, it won't just be for me. It'll be for you too. And for me. But... just for us."

"Cool," Henry giggled.

Jamie patted him on the shoulder and stood back up, tossing the writing utensil back into the locker. He looked over and chuckled at the brunette woman's surprised face, knowing what she was thinking. She probably had not expected him to be okay with kids, and she did not. She thought that he would just drop kick the kid across the room. "Good lad."

"Good boy. Come on, let's get out there," Ted told his son, pushing him out of the room as he sang the baby shark song but with 'Jamie Tartt' replacing it, which was the chant that people yelled whenever the man scored a goal. Willie, who was still inside with him, just shook her head in shock before heading out and up the stairs to join everyone in the box.

The game was definitely not going the best. They were not even ten minutes in, and they were doing awfully. "Well, after only six minutes, Richmond are 2-0 down. Chris, you have to think, if this continues, Lasso's time with Richmond will be short and not very sweet."

Jamie got the ball a bit later, and he ran down the field while dribbling it. Willie jumped up, cracking her knuckles nervously as she watched him sprint. Sam was wide open across the field, and the Carlisle woman knew that the Obisanya man would have a great shot from where he was. "He finds space. He has Obisanya on the right. No, he's doing it himself. And, oh, what a finish! Jamie Tartt with an incredible solo goal!"

"Me! Me! Me!" Jamie shouted, turning around and pointing at his last name on the back of his jersey. The brunette woman had been excited before, but now she was just really annoyed as the crowd chanted the Jamie Tartt song that Henry had been singing.

Once he calmed down, Jamie rejoined the game. Sam got the ball next and was kicking it down the field when he was pretty much tackled. He fell to the ground, and everyone stood up to get a better look and see if he was okay. Jamie, who was closest, just grabbed the ball next to the Obisanya man and fucking stepped over him. Willie muttered, "What the fuck?"

Then, Roy yelled at him for her, presumably to go check on his teammate. So, he walked over to Sam who was holding his leg in pain on the ground and fucking flipped him over. That absolute asshole could not even help his teammate up. Roy had had enough, and he swung at Jamie. They fought. If you could call it fighting, until they were finally pulled apart. Now, both teams had a yellow card, one for the fight and one for the illegal tackle.

"We haven't seen this since 2001 in Newcastle. And a season of lows for Richmond sinks even further still," Arlo, one of the announcers sighed out as Roy headed over to check on Sam. They talked for a moment before he was pulled up. Sam limped pretty heavily for a second before gesturing to the audience that he was going to keep playing. "Looks like he'll play through the pain. Such determination. You love to see it."

"Attaboy, Sam!" Willie shouted, clapping excitedly.

Everyone furrowed their eyebrows when Ted turned around and began running up the stairs of the stadium and toward the box. "We certainly haven't seen this before. Ted Lasso is running into the stands. He's not slowing down on those steps."

"That's some real impressive cardio from Ted Lasso there," Chris added.

Once he finally reached the box, he waved at all of his friends and family individually before finally looking over at his boss with a smile. He greeted, "Hey, Rebecca.:"

"Hello, Ted," she responded with a fake smile. She was clearly wondering what the hell he was doing up there and why he was not down there coaching the game. She really wanted him to get to the point instead of exchanging pleasantries.

"Uh, I wanna bench Jamie. But I didn't wanna do it without checking with you first."

Rebecca grinned back at him before informing him, Ted, you're the manager. So whatever you decide, you have my full support."

"Thanks, boss. All right," he replied before running back down the stairs to get back onto the pitch and his players. "Later, alligators."

"Bye, Dad," Henry yelled after him. They then watched as the sub person held up the sign to put Roberts in for Jamie. People acted like the whole fucking world was ending. There was yelling of some interesting words that Henry should definitely not be hearing, and as soon as Jamie realized that it was him, he stormed off the pitch.

Willie excused herself, claiming that she had to go to the bathroom, but as soon as she was sure that there was no one to yell at her or stop her, she went down the stairs and to the locker room. The door was open already, and she peeked inside to see Jamie kick a bench angrily before sitting down. He looked up and finally noticed her. "You're not supposed to be in here during the match."

"Yeah, well, neither are you," she reminded him, stepping into the room now that she had been caught.

"Well, there's no point in being out there if I'm not gonna play," he told her, as if there was not a whole string of players that were sitting out there and not playing. A lot of them did not play at all, and they were still out there, happy and supporting their teammates. "Lasso doesn't know what he's fucking doing. I'm the best player on this team."

She shrugged, and she remembered when she used to play volleyball back in high school. There was a girl on her team that was a lot like Jamie, thinking that she was God's gift to the sport and that they should all worship the ground she walked on. "Maybe so, but that doesn't necessarily mean you'll help us win if you're out there."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he scoffed, taking offense to that. He had just scored them the only goal they had so far, and then he had gotten taken out. He was definitely helping them win.

She sighed, shaking her head because having that girl on her team, although she played well, it made everyone else play a whole lot worse. "I can tell you that a whole team without an egotistical asshole out there with them is going to do a lot better than one man doing it all for himself. It's a team sport, Jamie. You can't win with just one guy."

"Whatever," he groaned, rolling his eyes. He pulled off his jersey and threw it in his locker, and Willie really had to try hard to focus on the task at hand while he walked shirtless and toward the door.

She was a bit shocked because she thought that he would just cool down and then go back out there. She was almost certain that he would not cheer, but maybe he would have just sat and moped in the corner somewhere. "Are you leaving? In the middle of a match?"

"Yeah, Lasso's gotta see what he's missing," he responded, and he was about halfway to the door when he turned back around to look at her expectantly, as if he was waiting for her to tackle him or something. "Are you gonna stop me?"

"No, but I'm not going to lie, Jamie. I'm going to be really disappointed if you leave.," she informed him.

He scoffed, shaking his head. Did she really think he cared about her opinion? If she did, she would be correct, but that was not the point. He played it off as cool as he could. "You think I care if you're disappointed?"

"No. That's why I won't be surprised if you do end up leaving," she replied, and she finally stood up and walked past him. Before she made it all the way out of the door, she turned back to explain, "I'll let you think about it."

She went back and rejoined her friends in the box. She half-expected Jamie to come walking back onto the grass, but he never did. They got another goal, and in the last minute of the game, Roy had the ball and was running down the pitch. It was almost the exact same situation as earlier with Jamie. Sam was wide open, but this time, instead of taking it himself, the Kent man kicked it over to him.

Sam slid and knocked the ball into the goal, winning the game.