Transcript · Spanish → English
Intense Moments in a Football Derby
Giuliano really lays into Vini Junior there.
He tells Miguel, "He went down."
Right there, head-on.
Someone's just got his license plate.
Tender romances are starting to brew.
Trouble on the benches. Something has just happened.
That's a red. And they're saying, "Look at the leg."
Jude shows the battle wound
and repeats the gesture.
Cuti's boot.
There.
Bellingham, now back on his feet, goes looking for Romero,
still on the ground.
It's a red, that's why he does this.
No, you do this with your foot. How
can this be?
Yellow for Jude. Me?
Me?
The card is going to switch sides. Cuti got
angry. It's im—it's impossible against them.
It's impossible against you, they call everything. Cuti, you know.
Here goes Jude, galloping until he crashes into Cuti,
who tells him to
stop crying.
Ooh,
It kicked off. Shut the fuck up. Fuck
you. And things get heated.
No, coward, you.
You're a coward. Cry. You cried over there.
You talk a lot to Messi. Nothing here.
You talk a lot to Messi, huh?
Crybaby.
Shut up. And he makes a gesture at him. Let him
keep talking.
Wow.
In case anyone was missing, there's Giuliano, who's dragging
that foot. What?
Your mother's cunt.
Fuck you. And Koke: "Easy, bro,
hey."
Another Argentine has just disturbed his chakras.
You silly coward. And he tells him his little ass is like this,
closed.
Birds of a feather flock together. Toñaco,
who's been watching Giuliano's performances for some time,
goes up to finish and
runs into him. After the tussling, with a head's
difference,
he leans toward his ear and whispers: "Calm down.
Calm down.
" Ladies and gentlemen, in the derby, as in this life,
Sometimes it's better to stop in time.
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Original transcript (Spanish)
Giuliano, que le mete ahí a Vini Junior. Le dice a Miguel: "Se tiró". Ahí de frente. Alguien se acaba de quedar con su matrícula. Cariñosos romances se están empezando a cocinar.
Lío en los banquillos. Algo acaba de pasar. Eso es roja. Y dicen: "Mira la pierna". Jude enseña la herida de guerra y repite el gesto. La bota del Cuti.
Ahí. Bellingham, que ya está de pie, se va a buscar a Romero, todavía en el suelo. Es roja, por eso él hace así. No, tú haces así con el pie. ¿Cómo
puede ser esto? Amarilla para Jude. ¿Yo? ¿Yo? La tarjeta va a cambiar de bando. Al Cuti le dio bronca. Es im-- es imposible contra ellos.
Es imposible contra ustedes, les cobran todo. Cuti, tú sabes. Allá va Jude, cabalgando hasta que choca con el Cuti, que le dice que deje de llorar. Uy,
se prendió. Cerrá el orto. Fuck you. Y la conversación se pone diabla. No, cagón, tú. Eres un cagón. Llora. Lloraste allá. Con Messi hablas muchísimo. Aquí nada.
Con Messi hablas mucho, ¿ah? Llorón. Shut up. Y le tira un gesto. Que siga hablando. Guau.
Por si faltaba alguno, ahí está Giuliano, que arrastra ese pie. ¿Qué? La concha de tu madre. Fuck you. Y Koke: "Calma, hermano, ey".
Otro argentino le acaba de alterar los chakras. You silly coward. Y le dice que el culito así, cerrado. Dios los cría y ellos se juntan. Toñaco, que lleva ya tiempo viendo las performances de Giuliano,
sube a rematar y se encuentra con él. Después del toqueteo y con una cabeza de diferencia, se acerca a su oreja y le susurra: "Cálmate. Cálmate.
" Señoras y señores, en el derbi, como en esta vida, a veces es mejor parar a tiempo.
