Goal II: Living the Dream Page #6

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getting wrinkles. That's all.

What?

I've got creaky legs,

I'm getting wrinkles.

My contract's up

at the end of the season.

So I just thought I should do

whatever I can. Do you know what I mean?

'Cause I'm not yet sure what I'm

gonna do when I'm done playing.

So you're putting face pack on

to extend your contract?

Well, not really.

I mean... kind of.

Wow.

Well, tell me when you're done here. OK?

Yeah, OK.

I'll see you later, yeah?

Yeah.

Grandma! Mail from Santi!

- Who is that?

- That's your mother and stepbrother.

Boss?

Listen, I'm in a meeting.

I have to call you back.

What is it?

Are you starting me in the final?

Keep me on the bench.

Play Gavino. Please.

If he plays well in the final he could

make the World Cup team for England.

If you leave a message,

we'll call you back.

Hey, it's me.

You know I'm not good at this,

but before I go out tonight

and play the biggest game of my life,

I wanted to call you

because I need you to hear me out.

Everything has turned inside out

since I came here.

And all this money...

... I don't need it.

Without you it's nothing.

I finally met my mom.

It's still hard to take in.

It'll take a long time.

But I think it might be fine now.

I won't make excuses for what I've done.

All I can say

is I'm just so sorry for treating you

like I did and for pushing you away.

I've been a total jerk.

I know I took my eye off the ball,

but I want to make things right.

I love you. Please call me.

And, well, let me know if I can see you.

I just want a second chance.

Gentlemen. I'm proud of you.

You made it.

The Champions League final.

I don't want you

to forget why you're here.

I want you to play

as if you have nothing to lose.

Forget the money. Forget the press.

Forget the cameras.

Forget everything. Enjoy.

This is it, quite simply

the biggest club game on the planet.

Champions League final.

Real Madrid against Arsenal

and it's in the Bernabu.

Real Madrid feeling it's destiny

to get their name on this trophy

yet again in their own back yard. What a

galaxy of stars we've got on show here.

So many match winners on show, Bill.

I wonder which one will be the one

to take that trophy home. Will it be

Thierry Henry, Fabregas, or TJ Harper?

Look at Real Madrid,

so many fine players:

Beckham, Zidane, and, of course,

the inform Gavin Harris.

You listen to me. You watch yourself.

It was the goals from Munez and Harris

which got Real Madrid to the final,

but only Harris has his place in the

starting line-up. Munez on the bench.

Glory within touching distance for

footballers of Arsenal and Real Madrid.

We're under way at the Bernabu.

Gavin Harris with a little touch,

he's given it to Harper.

Harper breaking clear for Arsenal

in the first minute. Down he goes.

The referee gives a penalty!

Oh, no. Pen. I can't believe Harris was

suckered into that. A yellow to boot.

He lost possession to TJ Harper, tried

to get it back. Gave away the foul.

I'm not so sure, Bill.

That wasn't a pen to me.

TJ Harper will step up and take it.

Looking for the dream start for Arsenal.

One-nil!

He may have dived for the penalty and

suckered Harris, but what a penalty.

Casillas had no chance. Low down

to the keeper's left, the perfect pen.

The dream final for Real Madrid

has started to turn into a nightmare.

Arsenal have hit the ground running.

This is Jos Antonio Reyes

for Thierry Henry!

Whoa, should have scored, Thierry Henry.

Good jump, should have

gone back across the keeper.

Great cross from Reyes,

super shape. Should be two-nil.

The stars of Real Madrid

are being eclipsed by North Londoners.

Henry for Reyes. Casillas again

providing a vital save for Real Madrid.

He's saving the Galacticos

at the moment.

The Arsenal youngsters

are the ones rising to the occasion.

Forward for Arsenal again.

It's wave after wave of Gunners attacks.

It's Freddie Ljungberg here.

And out comes Casillas.

Man of the match for Real Madrid

in this first half, he really has been.

Real Madrid saved, really,

by the halftime whistle.

It's been a torrid first 45 minutes.

Change is surely afoot at halftime.

Munez, go warm up. You go on.

Hey, lady! Is she upset?

Do you want to go? Because

I'll tell you, I will destroy you!

Leave it. He's not worth it.

Easy, easy, easy.

One-nil!

TJ made you look like an idiot.

I know, boss.

Look, I know what you'll say...

Here's what I want you to do.

Push forward.

I'm bringing in Santi.

You'll play him behind.

Now get the hell out there

and show me some cojones.

Here comes the change,

but it's not quite as we thought.

On comes Munez, but he's gonna

come on to partner Gavin Harris.

I don't think Arsenal

pre-empted this one.

I wonder how it'll work. They have to

strike up understanding quickly.

Not since Newcastle days

have they lined up together.

It's tantalisingly close now

for Arsenal.

Just 45 minutes away

from winning the European Cup

for the first time in their history.

Fabregas finds Henry. This is a strong,

purposeful, excellent run from Henry.

It's majestic!

And it's two-nil to Arsenal.

King Henry for Arsenal.

The captain leads them one step closer

to European glory

and Real Madrid have another nail

in their coffin.

Where's Beckham? Where's Ronaldo?

Where's Raul? Where's Gavin Harris?

The big names have to start

stepping up for Real Madrid.

Here comes Henry again.

Goodness, he's in the mood.

So are his teammates.

Cleared, but back for Thierry Henry.

Can he get another here, Henry?

Goes to ground, it's come to Fabregas.

But it's come to nothing.

I wonder when Real Madrid

will get started.

It's all Arsenal, two-nil up and looking

like they could go further ahead.

A rare Real Madrid attack. Zidane.

Beckham wants it,

left-hand side. Ronaldo.

All names we've seen

too little of so far.

Here is Ronaldo,

but Lehmann got there first.

Arsenal with this run of clean sheets

in this road to the final.

Looks like a road

that will end with glory for them.

- Robert Pires now.

- Clear it, clear it!

Again, it's Casillas.

And if it wasn't for Casillas, I think

it could've been a bit of a rout.

Very embarrassing for Real Madrid.

Plenty of furrowed brows amongst

the all-stars of Real Madrid,

and in this bumper crowd

at the Bernabu.

TJ Harper, who started

the ball rolling for Arsenal,

sees Cicinho, forward for Real Madrid.

Arsenal have it back.

Aliaksandr Hleb,

teed up for Thierry Henry.

Real Madrid just can't

get a foothold in this game.

Here comes Freddie Ljungberg.

He's brought down!

It's gonna be another penalty

to Arsenal. It is!

Real Madrid defence

can't cope with Thierry Henry.

Took it down in one touch. Turned, just

Freddie Ljungberg behind the back four.

And no doubt about it,

it was a foul and it was a penalty.

Things are getting worse and worse

for Real Madrid, and if this goes in,

three-nil and echoes of that

Barcelona defeat last season.

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