Spanish → English transcript

This is the face Vini Jr. pulls when Santiago asks for the throw-in for them.

He's not the only one who's going to have fun with him.

When Kilian goes past and falls, but the play continues.

With the ball out, he looks for Guillermo, and Guillermo says, "Relax — I'll warn him so he doesn't do it again."

Mourinho, huh.

Hey, you — Mourinho.

Mourinho, about that—no more of it, okay?

Here he goes, placing his hand on Vini Jr.'s chest.

There goes the little hand again.

And there it is again.

The little hand.

Kilian tells Dani they'd better play on that side.

He knows Vini causes damage where Santi is.

What's more, Santi is now going to have to take the little hand because Guillermo sees this.

He shows him a yellow card.

And the encounters between Santi and Vini start to get more relaxed.

Then Vini approaches Guillermo and says, "He grabbed me."

Have you seen it? Seen a foul?

He's talking about the previous play, not the one with the yellow card.

No, no, no — later, later there, the last play.

Yes, it was a foul.

Well, if he called that, it's the same foul.

But he's pushing me and putting his hand on my face.

Santi approaches Guillermo at halftime with this gesture.

The hand-on-the-face issue is a tricky game situation to analyze.

Here, for example, Vini scores and in the celebration someone provokes the good Kilian into saying

"Ah, my mouth!"

Vini's next tumble is going to be a penalty that he's going to take.

That's why Vini says it to Arnau—to make them nervous, right?

And Vini, yes, for sure.

And Kilian — you or me.

Aren't you going to let Arnau take it?

You're not taking it?

Not only will the trick not work on him,

what's more, he'll guess the side and the ball will go under his arm.

Vini is less lucky when he asks for another penalty here.

Renato comes over to speak with him.

And Vini is glad to be able to speak Portuguese with someone he can tell to fuck off.

The next one from Santi and Vini will be the last.

Santi's hand on Vini's chest.

Vini puts his hands to his mouth as if saying, "Ah!"

And a second yellow card for Santi.

Kilian scores and the match is decided with them down to ten men.

Junts, however, calls to him because he wants more and says

Hey, Vini!

What?

Come on!

We won't give up; we're going for more.

But there won't be any more.

Just a near miss—stop it, you bastard.

Good luck.

Come on, come on.

And sometimes football and life are just that.

Good luck.