Goal II: Living the Dream Page #5

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Do you want me to get in trouble?

What's your problem?

I don't have anything.

I live in poverty,

and my parents work all day

to save the business

but I have a brother who's an idiot

and who does nothing for me.

What's in the bag?

Nothing, my things.

Enrique!

Enrique!

Where did you get that?

My brother gave it to me.

You know we can't be part of his life.

But he's my brother,

why do I have to keep him a secret?

Because in this house you do as I say!

I shouldn't have told you.

Forget about him.

You're not part of his world.

They decided to keep you on

till Santi's fit?

Piss off, you nonce.

Santi. You given up

that little nurse for Jordana?

What did you say?

You going to show

your Mexican temper?

- Come on, leave it.

- Yeah? Yeah?

Don't get me wrong. I'm just saying.

Is it true? Did you fly

all the way down here for this?

I hope he makes it worth it, that's all.

I wouldn't be too sure.

Why you going home?

Who me?

You called me three times. Look.

Hey, Salgado, bring a couple of birds.

I'm in the white Lamborghini.

What's wrong?

Where's my Lambo?

The keys, man?

In the glove compartment.

Enrique! Hey!

Follow that car!

- The Lamborghini?

- Yes, follow it!

- Like in the movies?

- Step on it!

These crooks.

No, it's my brother.

Oh, he's your brother?

What's he doing?

Enrique! Enrique!

To the hospital!

Hey, a doctor!

Hey, a doctor!

Straight ahead, straight ahead.

Is he OK? Is he conscious?

Yes.

And so, you simply lost control?

I told you my phone rang,

I got distracted.

I shouldn't have answered it.

Who was the boy with you?

The son of a friend of mine.

I've already told you that too.

Calm down.

And how much alcohol

did you say that you had consumed?

Come on! Get up! Get up!

Come on!

- Get up!

- It just gets better and better!

Come on, get up!

Get up!

I'm just doing my job.

He chucked my camera and my glasses.

You write that down. Yeah?

It's my stuff. I'm just doing my job.

- Hello?

- Hey.

- I'm sorry for calling so late.

- What's up?

Well, I'm in a little bit

of trouble here.

- Actually, I really messed up.

- What have you done?

I hit a photographer.

They've arrested me.

- Where are you? You OK?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm OK.

- I'm not your agent anymore, remember?

- I know. I just...

I don't deserve this, man.

I really don't. I'm sorry.

Don't apologise to me,

save it for those that need it.

You're not a kid anymore,

you're a grown man.

You've earned

a lot of praise on the pitch.

It's time to earn some respect

in the real world, where it matters.

OK, I'm not coming out.

You're on your own.

Roz?

- Did you know about this?

- About what?

It's everywhere.

- Hey.

- How could you?

You didn't even have the wit to do it

in private. You had to flaunt it.

What are you talking about?

You're in all the magazines,

Sant, with that girl.

Magazines? What girl?

Is she why you couldn't come home?

How long's it been going on?

No! You're getting it wrong.

The press twists all that stuff.

It's in front of me. I can see

what you've been doing. Stop lying.

- I'm not.

- If that's the type of girl you want,

you can have her.

It's fine, I don't care.

You've made a fool out of me, Santi.

I don't deserve this.

Please, Roz, call me back.

I need to talk to you. OK?

Bye.

Goalless after the first leg

of this Champions League semi-final

back at the Stade de Gerland. Now

attention switches to the Bernabu.

Gavin Harris on the ball now.

He's really improved his form lately.

Great quick feet again.

Robinho. Strong and powerful himself.

Gavin Harris getting forward well.

The stakes could not be higher

in this Spanish capital.

In comes Beckham's cross.

Harris could be in. Oh, Gavin Harris!

Nice shot!

Gavin Harris

is enjoying life at the moment.

The Bernabu rises to salute Gavin

Harris. He's done his job out there.

A player at the top of his game.

And on comes Munez.

Two months out injured.

Five minutes to show his worth.

He'll be looking for an early touch

and he does well.

Munez looking sharp.

Immediately into the action.

And just wide.

Munez has opened it up for himself.

And Munez scores!

Now they are heading for the final.

What a finish.

Let it run with his front foot

through the legs. Around the corner,

a textbook finish into the far side.

- It was touch-and-go tonight.

- They had us pinned for the first 45.

Those Lyon boys will be sick

'cause it's a game of two halves.

And it ain't over till the fat lady

sings. So that's football, isn't it?

Do you think you'll play in the final

or will the coach choose Santiago?

You played a fantastic game, got Real

Madrid into the final. How do you feel?

I'm just glad we made it.

It's all there to play for now.

You're buddies. It's putting

pressure on your friendship.

We're a team.

But first we're friends. Thanks.

Nice one, friends.

I'm off!

All right.

Thanks.

Take care.

Thank you.

Excuse me,

have you seen this person?

No.

Thanks.

Have you...?

You'll get it tomorrow.

Watch out, someone's coming.

See you tomorrow.

Hey, man.

Have you seen this woman?

No.

You know,

that's a really nice watch.

I might know where she works.

Isn't that...?

I think so.

Can I help you?

Is Rosa here?

Rosa.

Rosa, come out for a minute please.

What's going on?

I'm sorry, gents, were closing.

I've just ordered, man.

What are you saying?

We've just ordered.

That's it for today.

The next one's on us.

Please, please see you tomorrow.

We're open as usual tomorrow.

Santiago.

Miguel.

This is my son.

Why did you go? Why did you leave us?

It's...

It's a little hard to explain.

It had nothing to do with any of you.

It had everything to do with us.

I abandoned you.

I was walking home late one night.

And... two men attacked me.

One of them was your uncle.

I... managed to get home.

I knew then that I could never

tell your father what happened.

And I panicked.

And I ran away.

Well, yeah, but not even a call?

To explain?

Santiago,

I came back three weeks later

and you were all gone.

And no one could tell me

where my family had disappeared to.

And those who could wouldn't.

But it was too late.

You had left Mexico.

When I saw you on the television,

I wanted to get in touch

with you so much.

But I was sure that you wished me dead.

How could you think that?

I was angry. My dad was angry.

He actually died full of anger at you,

at everything. At the world.

He loved you very much.

Forgive me.

Everything's going to be OK, you'll see.

Enrique, Enrique, look who's coming.

Can I play?

Of course.

Who's that?

It's Enrique's brother.

Goal! Yeah!

- What the hell are you doing?

- Oh, nothing.

I've been getting rashes on my face

from some sort of allergies or something

- and this keeps it away.

- You have a rash on your face?

Well, it's just a little irritation.

That's weird, man.

You know what? I'm going

to be honest with you here.

I'm getting wrinkles.

It's not a rash, I'm just

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