Elena had been asking me for three days. "I need to leave Beckenham."
"The training ground has everything you need."
"The training ground has the football. It doesn't have the story." She looked at me across the production office, her legal pad covered in notes, the rushes from the Arsenal dressing room still loading on her monitor.
"The story is out there. In the streets. In the pubs. In the living rooms. The people who make Selhurst Park shake on a Saturday are not in this building, Danny. They're in Thornton Heath and Peckham and Croydon and Norwood and Crystal Palace and a sports bar in Nairobi. I need to film them."
"You don't need my permission for that."
"I don't need your permission. I need your understanding. Because the film I'm making is not a football documentary. It's a community documentary that happens to be about football. And if you don't understand the difference, the documentary will fail."
