Real Madrid Bench Reactions at Mestalla: Goals, Protests and Laughter

Kylian gets clipped and goes, “Ah.” Ah. On the bench, they see Javi take the ball.

“Hey, he’s taking the ball, huh?” Eder complains, while young Eduardo is very polite to the linesman.

Could you pass me that ball, please? Could you pass me that ball, please?

Eder looks at him like, “What do you mean, ‘please’?”

An awkward silence that Antonio decides to break.

Come on, Jan, let’s go. Eduardo again. Ibra.

They’re excited as the team plays it back, and Álvaro starts laughing.

Jan gets past two and crosses with the outside of his foot, but it goes straight into Stole’s hands.

That was way too much already. That was way too much already.

Now they’re calling for a penalty, and the linesman is close by.

Hey, Iván, Iván. Iván! Off the two of them go.

Iván, . Back on the bench, that’s when they meet a young man who surely has a dog.

You, down, down. No, down.

They’re amazed. No, down. Judging by the way They pull off the bota que te bota, neither father nor son sympathizes with that bench and they’ve just signed a painting: The Kid Who Punishes, oil on canvas.

Then they relive the moment and the father nods because he was right there beside him the whole time. Yeah, yeah.

Me too, me too. Eder congratulates Iván on an offside he calls.

Iván slides. He’s got work to do today. For this little touch from Pablo on Marc, Sami goes after him, to this kid’s dismay.

They don’t realize they’ve started a trend.

At the next protest from the bench, another kid can’t manage to count how many people are standing.

Then, for no real reason that adds much to this story, Antonio comes out with his pants down.

Since it’s the foul that comes before Fede’s goal, Antonio goes wild as Endrick and Eder dance.

If the cats dance in the field, fantastic.

But Antonio's going to remember someone.

There goes a finger that isn't pointing exactly at the sky.

In case you haven't caught on, Arda's goal makes it more explicit.

Antonio turns toward them.

Revenge served, but there's more. Yes! Yes!

Thiago can't believe it. Who? Who? Did he do it?

There.

Antonio seems to be feeling much better.

That's more like it. With the score at two-nil and Mestalla silent, they ask Carlos what he's chanting in the Madrid stands.

Mestalla, we can't hear you. Mestalla, we can't hear you.

Mestalla, we can't hear you. Antonio laughs because Tchou takes Umar down without moving.

Aurelián, Aurelián. Madrid wins the ball back quickly to Antonio's delight.

Yes! With him, life on the bench is better.

Eder does his part too. Hey, since you're there, seeing as you always— And the coaches.

That's why, when the bench is empty, it's hard to describe it with any word other than desolation.

None of them will go out to play.

But with Kylian's goal, Antonio turns to José in search of peace and gives us the moral of this story.