"Lelah! No phones out here, this is a game of football!" cajoled the England coach Jack, having managed to persuade his star midfielder to extinguish her cigarette but not to remove her piercings. Roy Hodgson's problems with his England team may be many, but they don't extend to asking Stevie Gerrard not to send text messages during a World Cup match.
Jack's England were a group of nine young women from London care homes taking part in an international football tournament in Brazil in the BBC3 documentary Street Kid World Cup. Although their inclusion seemed to be stretching the definition. Street kids? Anyway, the formula is one that has already won garlands for BBC3 with Blood, Sweat and T-Shirts – that's to say, exporting bolshie British teenagers to poorer parts of the globe to show the whingeing Brits just how fortunate they in fact are. And on the whole, the results off the pitch (on the pitch it was a rather different matter) were heartening.
For a start, these 17 and 18-year-olds weren't indulging in self-pity. "This isn't the X-Factor… I don't need a sob story," said team captain Sam. Far from it – in fact, they were glad of the others' company simply so as not to have to answer a lot of boring nosiness from those whose ideas about care stem from Tracy Beaker. "Some of the questions are quite deep so we know not to ask," said Cherelle, with hard-earned understatement.
Of course, there was culture shock and predictable moaning about the food and the cockroaches, and the girls preferred sunning themselves around the pool or sleeping in while the other teams trained at dawn. However, a four-nil drubbing in a warm-up match against the Philippines served as a wake-up call.
They managed better against Mozambique in the first match of the tournament proper, only losing three-one this time, but there was still no fraternising with the opposition. Their oblivious insularity was eventually shattered during a shared bus trip to the Statue of Christ the Redeemer overlooking Rio de Janeiro, with the Mozambique and Brazil teams determined to make contact. "I'm not in Rio," rhapsodised Camille, seemingly liberated by both the view and the warmth of her fellow travellers. "I believe I've come home." Given the nebulous nature of "home" for all these young women, that was really saying something.Reuse content