A Carpet, a Pony and a Monkey

It would not be unreasonable to think that the theatre could provide a haven from the current football fever. But not at the Bush, where Mike Packer's play harks back to a previous assault on England's sporting prowess and sense of national pride and identity: Euro 2000.

In a hotel in Belgium, millionaire ticket-tout Barry is trying to offload hundreds of last-minute tickets for England versus Germany with the help of Tosser, a man who more than lives up to his name. Barry is repulsed by Tosser's Little Englander mentality, but beggars can't be choosers, and he knows that unless he can raise some cash quick the bailiff will be moving in on him, his business and his unsuspecting wife. After years of keeping his gambling addiction under control, Barry has lost his entire fortune investing in dot.com companies on the stock market.

One of Barry's contacts is Alan, a black premiership footballer on the slide who turns up with his new girlfriend Kate, very much a bird but definitely no bird-brain, who knows that the worth of a man lies in the size of his bank account. When Alan offers them a stash of tickets for the quarter finals of England versus Italy, Barry and Tosser think they can't lose.

Sometimes you come across a play that isn't really terribly good, but is so entertaining that you are happy to forgive its failings of structure, characterisation, and credibility. This is one of those. Touching on racism, family ties, friendship, the psyche of the gambler, celebrity culture and kiss-and-tell morality, Packer tries to pack rather more into his play than is actually good for it, but this stew of double-crossing low-life has a compulsive anthropological fascination - and is also very funny. Mike Bradwell directs in racy style, and the playwright gets away with it because he is so well served by the actors who are all diamond-hard - none more so than Philip Jackson, who adds layer upon layer of complexity to Barry.

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