Spanish → English transcript

Rafa reaches the bench eager to have fun

and enjoy himself. That shirt flying there is Fermín’s, who

has not noticed. (Laughter) Marc throws it back

and now Fermín has finally realized. He starts

looking for someone to blame. He holds back his laughter. But he

does not hold it back for long. And on top of that, after starting

the whole party, Rafa says to him, “Espeta.” “Espeta,

right?” Then they see that Abde has reached one hundred games

with Betis and they say, “Hey, one hundred games already.”

“Who?” “Abde?

One hundred games?” “Abde.” A few seconds go by.

And he comes into the picture. He will soon show up

as his best self. They are really enjoying the match.

Pedri in particular is on fire,

and Fermín says, “Bua, Pedri.” And then he starts up

together with Rafa: “Pedri.” “Pedri.” “Pedri.” “Pedri.”

Until after one of the goals, Rafa really turns devilish

and starts shaking Casadó…

…who is about to see how his soul separates

from his body. "Rafa!"

"Ma…!" (Laughter) Rafa has something for everyone. Four

little goals on the scoreboard do not seem enough.

And he gives Lamine a hard time. "Your goal is missing." "Lamine,

Lamine, Lamine. Little goal, brother." Little by little

he ends up alone in the front row. All of a sudden

he appears. Wojciech Szczęsny. The party starts

and he blames the kid. "Incredible." Pedri,

who has already finished his recital, also joins

the bench. Now it is Fermín’s turn, as he takes

off his shirt and sets passions alight. "Hey, Fermín,

right?" And Pedri: "Listen, oh my God, right?" And

then the waters part. "Wow." Absolutely

magical. "Wow." It is Wojciech, who even offers him

something before he goes out onto the pitch. "Fermín." "Snus?"

(Laughter) Gerard. A great discovery of his.

He says something to Capi and goes, “Hey, Rafa?”

“Hey, Rafa?” “Hey!” Rafa ignores him and makes it

clear he does not want any trouble. “Let’s not get into his

game, yeah?” Gerard again. He wants to chat.

He sees Junior go by and starts: “The legendary Firpo,

man.” “You played with him, right?” And they both

nod. One at Barça. And the other… “At

Leeds, uh-huh.” Now that he has his attention,

he makes the most of it. “Your adductor is really tight, right?”

And they all talk about everything. “Bro, the way Joan

jumps, huh?” “The way Joan jumps, huh? Wow.”

Until daddy Robert shows up. And he proceeds

to lay down the law on what his teammate Jofre

has to improve in the future. “But Jofre

has… um… he has to learn to use his body

more.” “For duels, of course. Not just sprint.

Use your body more.” “Don’t let him… you know?”

You have to move a bit to the side, but there, body to body."

Exactly the opposite of his buddies, for Wojciech...

…all that talking bores him and he thinks: "Come on,

I'm going to stir things up a bit." First he hits Pedri

and when Pedri tells him he hit him, he gives him a

look like: "Of course." And a kind of battle breaks out.

One that not even Robert manages to escape.

And from which we end up drawing a conclusion again.

It is impossible to be more historic than Wojciech.