Transcript · Spanish → English
Exciting Moments in a Football Match
Kylian, walking past the bench
saying, “What a goal,
the best of my career.
The best goal of my career.”
He receives a solemn applause. José does not flinch.
He has not come to celebrate battles.
He has come to win the war. Things are heating up around him.
He has shown up.
Handball,
come and look at it, come and look at it!
They are asking for a handball by Juan for nothing, and the noise is bothering them over there.
Shut up, come on. Foul by Gordon.
Arda writhes on the ground and Rodri shouts, “No,
no, no, no.”
On the bench, Mili says, “Are you going
behind?” The orders are clear.
Stay on the floor.
Floor, floor.
And he laughs.
Toñaco is getting flashy. Eduardo is
flying toward happiness. The “ow, ow, ow, ow,
ow” begins.
The colt has bolted.
José,
on his knees and with his little tongue out,
celebrates the reconquest of Barcelona.
In the background, Eduardo sees him coming.
Kama, Kama!
Oh! After some caresses from Toñaco,
he ends up on the ground.
Arda, who presses his head against Jude's, also shouts when
he sees Kylian coming.
It's a time for the brave.
Militao can no longer stay seated. “Kylian!”
And he asks him to come back and defend.
A little.
And Kylian.
Aurélien! Allez, allez!
It's a time for the brave. On the field, as soon as a bag of chips appears on one
side, on the other, Bernardo is shouting
desperately: “Kiki, no, keep the ball.”
Kiki waits,
sees him coming.
Chaos.
José celebrates it.
Álvaro can't hide a smile.
Why do you do that?
Kama says to Karim. And Sami:
Don't pass him the ball.
That victory is already beginning to be savored. Something is missing.
It’s Toñaco, eager for someone to blow the whistle.
Blow the whistle!
Beside him, Jan smiles and hugs him.
It is now a reality. José has returned and goes straight to a
man.
Fist clenched,
triumphant as in the old days,
leaving that image. With Lamine crouched down,
José’s embrace, recognizing his goalkeeper.
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Original transcript (Spanish)
Kylian, que pasa por delante del banquillo diciendo: «Golazo, el mejor de mia carrera. El mejor gol de mi carrera». Recibe un aplauso solemne. José no se inmuta.
No ha venido a celebrar batallas. Él ha venido a ganar la guerra. A su alrededor anda la cosa caliente. Ha aparecido él. ¡Mano, vente a verla, vente a verla!
Le están pidiendo a Juan mano de balde y por ahí les está molestando el ruido. Que te calles, anda. Falta de Gordon. Arda se retuerce en el suelo y Rodri chilla: «No, no, no, no». En el banquillo, Mili dice: «¿Vai por
detrás?». Hay órdenes claras. Stay on the floor. Floor, floor. Y se ríe. Toñaco se está poniendo jugón. Eduardo va
volando hacia la felicidad. Empieza el ay, ay, ay, ay, ay. Se desbocó el potro. José, de rodillas y con la lengüita afuera,
celebra la reconquista de Barcelona. En ese fondo, Eduardo ya le ve venir. ¡Kama, Kama! ¡Ay! Tras unas caricias de Toñaco, acaba en el suelo.
Arda, que fusiona su cabeza con Jude, también grita cuando ve venir a Kylian. Es momento para valientes. Militao ya no se aguanta sentado. «¡Kylian!». Y le pide que baje a defender.
Un poquito. Y Kylian. ¡Aurélien! ¡Allez, allez! Es momento para valientes. En el campo, tan pronto aparece en un lado un bote de patatas fritas, como en el otro un Bernardo gritando
desesperado: «Kiki, no, ten balón». Kiki espera, lo ve venir. Lío. José lo celebra.
A Álvaro se le escapa una sonrisa. What you do that. Le dice Kama a Karim. Y Sami: No le tire la pelota. Esa victoria ya se está empezando a saborear. Falta algo.
Es Toñaco, con ganas de que alguien pite el pito. ¡Pita el pito! A su lado Jan sonríe y le abraza. Ya es una realidad. José ha vuelto y se va directo a por un hombre.
Puño apretado, triunfante como en los viejos tiempos, dejando esa imagen. Con Lamine agachado, el abrazo de José reconociendo a su portero.
