Transcript · Spanish → English
Couple's Experience Watching Football
With popcorn and soda to enjoy football as a couple, in
love. Until: "Hello? No, sorry, but I can't give it to you.
What's that? It could be, it could be that I've been offered a..."
Straight onto the Robinson List.
The excitement takes center stage again. "Look, Brother González!
Brother González, there he goes. Look, Joan García."
Stand up. Anthem time. Both at the top of their lungs.
Whoa.
Lamine decides to put the ball in the top corner. "What a goal.
Look, look." "Was it Lamine?" "Well, who was
11 it?" "Lamine." Different ways of handling the agony.
"He's awful. Koundé's hopeless, man." With the equalizer, she
bursts with joy and he lashes out at the Frenchman.
"Koundé's hopeless. Awful, awful." His
humble reply: "Mmm."
Someone interrupts again and she misses that Álvaro Valles has just made a save
against
Betis. “What a save.” Joan García does the same at the other end.
He freaks out and she makes a face like: “Mmm.”
The 41st minute of the match. While Rodri breaks the tie and he
celebrates, perhaps an instinct has awakened in
her.
It seems someone isn’t taking the hint. “Leave the lad alone.”
At the very moment she says: “I wish,” Lo Celso hits the ball
straight into the top corner, and this is how she celebrates it, except we don’t know how
she celebrates it because club guests block our view. Now she celebrates it.
De Burgos reviews it. “What’s he calling?” “What did he
call?” “He called it a goal. He’ll disallow it, you’ll see.”
Yeah, right.
He turns to discuss it with the neighbor who's watching it on his phone.
"Offside or what?" "No, nothing, they're going to disallow it." Disallowed.
Abde will rekindle her excitement for a moment,
although she'll soon move on to
filming other people's celebrations, specifically those of
Barça fans. "Look, look,
look. No, wait, it's coming now. It's okay, look.
It's okay, look."
She doesn't look. "Look, look.
Look, look. Look.
Look, look. Look, look, look.
Look." She doesn't look. "Look, look, look."
Warning, alert. "It's raining, it's raining."
He spreads his coat over her shoulders, which she tries to use as a
raincoat for both of them.
Football gets complicated. "It's really coming down, bro."
And while he smiles, she feels differently. "Back to the garage."
On the way to the shelter, you can't help but take a peek, and Dani Olmo
rewards him with
a stunner. Faced with such a sight, he ventures, “If he scores this,
we're out of here.”
Oh, come on, let's go.
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Original transcript (Spanish)
A base de palomitas y refresco para disfrutar del fútbol en pareja, en amor. Hasta que: "¿Dime? No, perdona, pero no se lo puedo dar. ¿Eso qué? Puede ser, puede ser, que me han ofrecido un..." Directos a la lista Robinson. La ilusión vuelve a escena. "¡Mira, Hermano González!
¡Hermano González, ahí va. Mira, Joan García." En pie. Momento himno. Con ambos a pleno pulmón. Buah. Lamine decide poner la pelotita en la escuadra. "Qué golazo. Mira, mira." "¿Ha sido Lamine?" "Ya, ¿quién ha
sido?" "Lamine." Diferentes formas de llevar el sufrimiento. "Es malísimo. Es un muerto, Koundé, tío." Con el empate, ella explota de alegría y él explota contra el francés. "Koundé es un muerto. Malísimo, malísimo." Su humilde respuesta: "Mmm".
Alguien interrumpe de nuevo y ella se pierde que Álvaro Valles acaba de salvar al Betis. "Vaya paradón". Lo mismo hace Joan García al otro lado. Él flipa y ella se queda con cara de: "Mmm". Minuto cuarenta y uno de partido. En lo que Rodri desiguala el marcador y él
celebra, quizá se haya despertado un instinto en ella. Parece que alguien no está pillando la indirecta. "Deja en paz al chaval". En el preciso momento en el que ella dice: "Ojalá", Lo Celso engancha la bola directa a la escuadra y así lo celebra ella, salvo que no sabemos cómo lo celebra
ella porque nos tapan invitados del club. Ahora sí lo celebra ella. De Burgos lo revisa. "Que pita". "¿Qué ha pitado?" "Ha pitado que ha sido gol. Lo va a anular, ya verás. Sí, hombre." Él se gira a hablarlo con el vecino que lo está viendo en el móvil.
"¿Fuera de juego o qué?" "No, nada, lo va a anular." Anulado. Abde va a hacer que ella recupere la ilusión por un momento, aunque pronto pasará a grabar las celebraciones de otros, más concretamente de los del Barça. "Mira, mira,
mira. No, pero espera, que viene ahora. Que no pasa nada, mira. Que no pasa nada, mira." No mira. "Mira, mira. Mira, mira. Mira. Mira, mira. Mira, mira, mira.
Mira." No mira. "Mira, mira, mira". Atención, alarma. "Que está lloviendo, que está lloviendo". Él tiende el abrigo sobre sus hombros, que ella intenta que sirva de chubasquero para ambos. El fútbol se complica. "La que está cayendo, hermano".
Y mientras él sonríe, ella opina distinto. "A cocheras". En el camino al refugio, uno no puede dejar de asomarse y Dani Olmo le compensa con un golazo. Ante semejante panorama, él se atreve con un: "Si mete esta, nos vamos".
Ay, venga, vámonos.
