The Third Half Page #5

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or we'll all be screwed!

We'll all end up in the

slammer, you dimwit!

It's because of his injury.

He fell bad the other day

during practice. Broke his

finger. The nerve snapped...

I heard you won again. Three-nil,

was it? - Four-nil.

Four-nil? He saved every

shot with an injured finger?

Bravo! An amazing sportsman!

Please, Mr Garvanoff...

He's my only goalkeeper.

Those damned Serbs beat

the daylights out of him...

- His brain is damaged!

- Then we'll have it repaired!

- We're specialists in lobotomy.

- Mr Garvanom, I beg you...

And you should be

begging me, Pavlov.

Vey few of our patients

leave this institution

in such good shape!

Explain that to your goalie.

Sorry... I can't.

Me neither.

I'm a bit tense. We play

Locomotive tomorrow.

And they're so f***ing good...

- Don't be so coarse!

- What did I say?

I went to the Jewish

neighborhood.

- To your father's house?

- No. To Jamilla's.

Jamilla-vanilla. How's she?

Bad. There's a new law forbidding

our people from doing anything.

Kids aren't allowed to go to

school. Adults aren't allowed

to work. They aren't even

allowed to listen to the news

anymore. The police have

confiscated their radios...

All this stuff is such

a load of sh*t!

What did I say now?

Sh*t! That's what it is!

You know, Ive never bothered

about big and important things.

I was never into politics,

like Dimitriy.

I'd never risk my neck for

ideals like Africa.

A good life was the only thing

that ever mattered to me.

But now I feel like I have

to do something.

To smack somebody,

or score two goals...

- Or buy two tickets to Shitville...

- You're really coarse!

OK, three tickets then.

Three tickets would do.

What do you mean?

You're shitting me?

Oh, please stop being

so coarse!

Calm down... You've got a

big game tomorrow!

Daddy's little baby!

Tomorrow Ill beat the crap

out of Locomotive!

"The eleven proud sons of

the ancient Macedonian land

once again adorned themselves

with laurel wreaths."

- This rubbish makes me heave!

- We did as you said.

And who gave you

permission to address me?

Why didn't you call a

penalty-kick? - I did.

- How many?

- One.

One was not enough.

More were needed.

Five, ten, fifty penalty kicks!

- There was no foul...

- You don't say?

Petar Ivanov Tatarchev.

Is that you?

Brother of Simeon Ivanov

Tatarchev,

a student at the University of

Economics in Varna?

- Yes.

- Not any more.

As of Monday your brother will

be serving the Fatherland.

In the Navy. To see what's up

with the Russians!

- Please, Sir... He's my only kin.

- Look, you imbecile!

Macedonia is marching

towards the Champion's Cup!

If they win the Cup - and that

kike's team becomes.

Ayan champions - do you know

what they'll do to me in Sofia?

- They'll skin me alive!

- I understand.

You understand sh*t.

Get out of here!

Shalom!

The synaqogue is closed. We're

not allowed to pray here anymore.

- You are not Sephardic?

- I'm Ashkenazi.

United Bulgaria reveals:

The Germans are advancing

on Stalingrad! Another

Japanese victory in the Pacific!

Macedonia defeats Benkovski in

Sofia and moves up to 2nd place!

F***! The fish!

Cooking is one of the greatest

privileges of mankind.

It is foolish to relinquish

such a pleasure to women.

Dimyat. Made from grapes

grown on the Black Sea coast.

From back home?

You'd be surprised to know my

homeland is actually Macedonia.

My grandfather was a Christian

rebel. After the failed uprising

against the Turks, he fled to Bulgaria.

And now the circle is complete:

Here I am,

returning as a liberator!

We may even be related.

Balkan business:
Either we're

cousins or we're enemies.

- Cheers!

- Cheers.

I've told my superiors about

everything you've done

- for our cause.

- Thank you.

I've also recommended they

help you start your own paper.

Thank you so much.

You should thank your talent,

and ty not to waste it.

I believe I invest my utmost...

You do, you do... but sometimes

you invest in the wrong things.

You're playing against Levski

on Sunday, right? - Right.

Who would have thought it?

Such a small team in the finals,

- playing for the title... Right?

- Right.

A telegram for you.

From Mr Batembergski,

our Minister of Sport.

So...? - So, a chicken cannot

defeat an eagle!

Abandon those idiotic dreams

of winning the cup.

What you've achieved

so kar is enough!

I thought that football

was an honest game.

Maybe it is, but we're dealing

with something else here.

Your career...

among other things.

We won't do any dribbling

or kicking today.

You know that better than I do.

Do you remember those

Charlie Chaplin movies

we used to watch before the war?

There was one where he

volunteered as a sparring pakner

in a boxing ring. The guy he

challenged was a real giant.

So Charlie hid a horseshoe

in his boxing glove...

Remember that one?

The entire world knows that

a man's real power

doesn't lie in his size

but in his heart and mind.

Tomorrow you are facing the

royal champions.

Everybody will be against you:

A great team, the referees,

the authorities...

This whole football thing has

become more than just a game.

I wish you...

...all that you deserve.

What about you?

Garvanoff's new order: I am

not allowed anywhere

near the stadium anymore.

This was my last lecture.

Today is the most

important day in my life

and they want me to

give it all up!

I heard the news from the front.

The Russians are fighting back,

forcing our allies to retreat.

I refuse to believe that.

I can't imagine the world

under their rule!

Well, it's too late to

change sides now.

Mr Pavlov... She can't

hear you anymore.

I know.

Here comes the radio!

Here comes civilization!

Good morning to all sport

fans throughout the kingdom!

We are broadcasting live

from the Skopje city stadium,

awaiting the beginning of

the final match

between Macedonia and Levski.

This is the championship game.

A fight that will decides

who raises the trophy cup!

A fight that will crown the

new champion of our great state!

The Macedonia team runs onto

the pitch:
We see the goalie.

Metodiy Tsrnchev, then Dragan

Panchev, Petar Rafailov,

Fidan Zelenikov, Michail Tomov,

Yordan Popov, Onur Polat,

Tsanko Saramzaliev and

Kosta Simeonov

together with Teophil

Perchukliski.

Their coach, who we cannot see

at the moment, is Rudolph Spitz.

After saluting the flags, the team

captains approach the referee.

The Macedonia players

prepare for kick-off...

- We won the kick off!

- What are they kicking?

The ball, boss!

Our guys kick first.

And how am I supposed to

know such vocabulay?

This is the first match

I've heard in my life!

The crowd's in a state of delirium!

The whole stadium is shaking!

The delegates of the Ministy

of Sport greet the players.

Now the referee gives the signal

and the match is underway!

That's a foul! There's no

doubt that's a foul.

I didn't even touch him...

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