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like Gary Cooper...

...the ball for Guti...

Guti with the ball for Higuan,

Higuan passes.

Watch the striker and. goal!

Goal! Goal!

It's a goal, Dad, yes.

That's enough, Dad.

Shall we go back?

- Back home?

- Back to the team.

The team? The team?

Look me in the eye.

From now on,

everything will be great, son.

Didn't you see it?

Are you Catalonians sore losers?

- Are you blind?

- Ah, sit down.

Look at this.

It's alright, man.

Take it easy!

Take it easy!

They're back.

Look at him.

They're going to spill it all.

You talk to your boss,

I'll talk to mine.

Calm down!

You trash! Latin King.

- Hi. How are you?

- Who are you?

Your sales leader

for the rest of Spain.

From before. Remember?

The lads had a scuffle,

but check this out.

What an atmosphere.

Xavier, your son!

See if you can control this!

- What's going on?

- I'll smash your face!

Sara, where are you going?

In the face!

Don't you touch my son's face!

Listen to me...

- Let me go!

- You're not touching my son!

What's got into your boys?

Are you nuts?

Some respectable Spanish families

are destroying

the Princess Letizia Room.

We're on it. Thanks.

Carla?

Where's Fernando?

Hey, that's my bag!

Rosa, Rosa...

Amateur.

Sign the cancellation paper,

both of you.

We'll see if the federation decides...

on a game to sort out

the final or not.

Well, gentlemen,

I'm going to get changed.

I guess since we'll have

no more games to play

or teams to train,

you and I are through, right?

I guess.

Right... I understand.

The quicker the better.

Goodbye, Pepe.

Goodbye, Edu.

Good luck to you.

Are you okay?

What a shame.

Now we need a bath.

Incredible, she's just a girl.

By her behaviour

I'd say she's a seasoned criminal.

Where was this altercation?

By the way,

you look like a woman

with a lot of experience too.

This has to be reported

at the station.

Shouldn't you come up

and look for prints?

Remember the Works of Mercy?

"Comfort the sorrowful,

ransom the captive, clothe the naked"?

Watch it!

Look out.

That's it, right? Then let's go.

I'll go get Rodrigo.

I got sandwiches for everyone.

I'll get Elton.

- Maribel, I...

- Me too.

I can't get it out of my head.

Neither can I.

- What do we do?

- I love my husband, Carlos.

I know, but it was...

so intense that...

It was great.

Can I see you?

Yes. Tuesdays at 7

I do my chakra at the gym.

At 7.

Elton!

Can I drive for a while?

- Ask the bus driver.

- The bus?

- You're going back on the bus.

- Me?

- Yes, you.

- Why?

For the same reason you'll be going

to boarding school

and I'll be seeing a psychiatrist.

Here. You'll make

great horror movies.

Off you go.

Forget that girl, son.

She stole his bag.

She was a ding-a-ling.

Don't let her steal your heart too.

Dad! Dad!

Tell Mum I'll be late for dinner.

I have to file a report.

Rosa, you're dynamite!

If you're in Madrid, call me!

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MARRIED, 3 CHILDREN.

FERNANDO PALACIOS, MARRIED,

FINANCIAL ADVISOR,

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AUTHOR OF THE BEST-SELLING

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Call me.

"IF JESUS LOVES YOU, SO DO I"

Call me.

"IF JESUS LOVES YOU, SO DO I"

Willy...

- Do you want a Coca-Cola?

- No.

Can I buy you a coffee?

That might not be good for you.

You saw that I'm trouble.

- Who isn't?

- I'm a lot of trouble.

Just one coffee.

But after this coffee,

maybe you get me another,

then maybe another and...

I'd better tell you...

I'm violent and I have a phobia

about physical relationships.

I'm unemployed now,

I wrote off my brother's car...

and I have kidney stones.

Well... maybe a tea.

Sure.

- Can I get a lift?

- Where to?

- Wherever you're going.

- Are you Italian?

From Monaco.

- What sign are you?

- Scorpio.

Get in.

It's Carla.

She says she's 21

and married to a Romanian.

I'm an idiot.

Yes. Like most men.

How can I stop being an idiot?

By being a woman, sweetie.

And old.

But I'm not sure it's worth it.

What's the world's biggest condom?

Bernabeu, because every Sunday

it has 80,000 d*cks in it.

Have you heard about

the lady who hated football

and lived in the city

and every time the local team won

thousands celebrated

under her balcony,

drunk, shouting, burning bins

and pissing in her doorway?

The desperate lady sent letters

to the council, the ombudsman,

she rang the police

and wrote to the President.

They all said the same thing:

"We can't do a thing.

Football is a sport of the masses

and whoever doesn't get that

has no place in this world. "

She bought some footballs,

ate them up and died, stuffed.

When she got to Hell they asked her,

"Why did you commit suicide?

Didn't you like Earth?"

She replied, "Not much.

There are too many balls. "

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