The Third Half Page #4

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You can never be safe

with those hoodlums!

Where is Rebecca?

I just came to say good-bye.

We're traveling to Belgrade

tomorrow. We've got a bi

match with Serbian Sword.

Remember the folk poem

when King Marko asks

the Faiy Samovila to give

him strength to fight?

I need that kind of

encouragement now...

Happy birthday, Samovila.

You're a big girl now.

- Servus, butcher.

- Servus, Papas.

Have you noticed that nobody

broadcasts music any more?

- Only politics!

- Right.

Three days ago the Government

signed a treaty with the Germans.

Now they've changed their minds

and they're clinging to the Brits.

God knows whose ass well be

licking next week!

Maybe the Russians?

Maybe the Russians.

Or maybe the Eskimos.

That's the only one

we haven't tried yet.

See? Politics again!

Wait a second,

this isn't politics...

Thank you, Lord!

Thank you so much!

Watch out!

Pardon me, Miss Rebecca...

I was running to the tavern...

They just said it on the

radio! The Kraut and the boys...

They won! We beat Serbian

Sword in the heart of Belgrade!

They're coming!

They're coming!

Gentlemen!

"God save our King!"

On behalf of the Governor

and the City Council,

I extend a warm welcome...

I know I ran away from home,

but can't you see we won?!

You're my hero!

What?

What are you looking at?

You got your victory.

Serbian Sword must be

a pretty lousy team

if you managed to beat them...

Put me down, you hoodlums!

Dimitriy, tell them...

Lift him higher, guys!

Kosta!

Congratulations!

- You going some place?

- I am.

- Alone?

- I hope not.

You know your father will

never give us his blessing.

You're Jewish, and I'm

Orthodox Christian...

And I thought I was a Virgo

and you were a Sagittarius.

I lied.

Actually I'm Leo.

A lion-hearted Leo!

- It's cozy.

- A bit cramped...

I'm glad I didn't drag

my piano with me.

We'll sleep on your coat

and use mine as a blanket.

I'll borrow some money

to buy a mattress...

There! Now it feels

like home.

And now what?

What's up, Mouzafar?

The victorious German air

force has commenced

the bombing of Yugoslavia

and Greece. After 20 years

of occupation, the Serbian

army is leaving Macedonia.

Today, this tormented county

hails the steady march of its

liberators:
The united German,

Italian and Bulgarian armies.

A glorious HURRAH echoes

throughout the land!

Major Gavranov?

- Garvanoff. Colonel Garvanoff.

- On behalf of liberated

Macedonia, I present you the

Macedonia Football Club.

Macedonia? "Of all the gems

in my crown, the only one missing"

"is the shiniest diamond of them

all - Macedonia." Who said that?

- Saint Paul?

- Our King, Boris the Third.

- Football, huh? Can they play?

- We've had a couple

of tough seasons, but we're

in good shape now.

We've got a new coach:

Herr Spitz from Germany!

Spib? - Rudolph Spitz!

Former Prussian striker...

...and one of the best coaches

in Central Europe!

- How do you do, Spitz?

- Fine.

- Louder, Spitz. I can't hear you.

- I'm fine.

Good. Major Heinrich will be

pleased to learn we've met.

You do remember Heinrich

from the SS, don't you? - Yes.

Well, Heinrich says "Mister

Spitz is our lost treasure."

We go to Austria and he

disappears in Czechoslovakia.

"We march into Czechoslovakia

and he goes to Poland."

Mr Pavlov, you seem to possess

the pearl that has somehow

slipped through our fingers!

But there's just one small

detail missing... You know

the procedure, Mr Spitz?

There! It's all in place now!

We're one nation now!

One kingdom!

Your club will be included in

our National Football League.

Macedonia eh? A melting pot

of people and religions!

"The Macedonian ethnic chaos must

be removed from our new frontiers."

- Who said that?

- King Boris?

No, the Fuhrer himself! Go on

with your practice, Pavlov.

Your first match is in mo weeks.

I never lied to you.

My father is German.

But my mother... She was...

Jewish!

...killed! The elders

were executed on the spot.

I'm very sorry.

Well, being a Jew isn't

contagious, right?

- Shut up, Pancho!

- You shut up, Dimitriy!

A Kraut or a kike, what

difference does it make?

To us, he's the most precious

in the world!

But wait... This isn't legal!

A healthy mind supports

the New Race!

Healthy forces create

the New Order!

Through sport we celebrate the

beauty of our nation.

Battling on the football field we

prepare for the real battlefields.

No New Order without proper

hygiene! Ysn't that right?

And what's your name,

pretty girl?

What's wrong? Are you

deaf and dumb?

Really?

Such a perfect woman:

Pretty and dumb.

My niece from the country.

Times are tough. Nobody wants

an extra mouth to feed and

so they sent her to town.

Niece or concubine,

that's your business.

And what's that? - That

belongs to our coach.

He hung it there for good

luck. - A Jewish menorah

for good luck! Yn a team that

plays in the National League?

I'll tell to him to remove it

right away.

And where is that coach now?

Let me have

a little word with him.

...so today, the Spakacus

footballers will cross swords

with their Macedonia

brothers. Salute the flags!

You aren't going to salute?

- No... I believe I'm not allowed.

- And yet you think you're allowed

to flaunt that in the faces of

our officers and soldiers?

According to the new rules,

Jews are forbidden from

attending public gatherings.

I'm only letting you do

your job because I want

them to see you defeated.

But if you ever approach the

sideline again, Ill have you shot

in front of the entire stadium.

Got that?

Now get out of my sight!

- He kicked Spitz out.

- Filthy bastard!

Remember what Spitz said

about how "It's not the goal"

that's important

but the quest"?

Well, this time the

goal is important...

At least a three-goal margin!

"Culture pages:
A concert

by the Army orchestra.

"The Golden City, a German

movie..." - Keep reading!

There's nothing more to read.

Not a word about our win.

- They won't print that they lost.

- But half the town was there!

If it's not in the paper

it never happened.

How's it coming along, maestro?

It'll hold. Just don't step on

it too hard or the nails

might stick through

up to your throat.

Poor Gypsies! They had a circus

before the war.

Magic tricks, stunts on

horseback and what-not...

The soldiers confiscated their

horses so the Gypsies tried to

steal a few stallions off a train...

Too bad it was a military train!

Take your positions!

Load! Aim!

Fire!

It's war! Soldiers shoot.

That's their job.

What? You think they left their

homes and their kamilies

to come here and shoot

people for fun?

Orders are orders.

It's not easy for anybody.

Soon all this will be over.

This war will give birth

to a new Europe and centuries

of peace will follow...

Until then, let's keep politics

and ideology asie!

We're here to play football.

That all that matters. Football!

Salute the flags!

Africa! Don't play the goat

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