As primeiras 200 linhas.
...two, three, four,
fve, six, seven,
eight, nine and ten.
Cat!
Julio. No, Julio!
Julio, no! Dirty. Come.
INTER BARRlO TOURNAMENT SEMl-FlNAL LA CENlZA 0 - LA VEGA 1
16 YEARS LATER
Go up, Cat! Up!
Foul!
Give him a red card!
Stop it! Stop it!
When you're trapped, look for help.
Relax, that dude is just a fatty like you.
Eight minutes!
Come on boys, you can do it.
Oh my God!
Defense!
Pray this match turns around, motherfucker.
We're going to mob you.
Chill, bro! If you get red carded we're screwed.
Stay put. Stay put.
Come on, Max.
Cat...
Like in the neighborhood.
Five minutes.
Fly, Cat! Go!
Go for it!
Do it! Do it!
Goal!
Yes!
One more! One more and we're in the final!
That's it.
Go up and stay there. Wait for the pass.
He got it back!
Go Dani, go Dani.
Goal!
Next time you disobey me I'm gonna kick your ass!
You're a freak!
Congratulations! What a goal, son!
Julio!
Mom!
Congratulations.
Did you see my boys?
-Now you're in the finals, right? -Yes, our next match.
What a goalie!
Where are they?
Bravo! Ceniza, Bravo!
You're too much!
One more win and you'll leave your boyfriend for me?
-You think you're that good? -What game were you watching?
The baseball game on the other field. Great game.
-So you like baseball. -It's a pity you don't play baseball.
-You could make some real money. -Shut up.
Let's go before they close the liquor store.
Daniel!
I've been busting my balls all season to get this man to come to a game.
He chose the best day.
This is Edgar Quintana.
He's a talent scout for the Caracas Football Club.
Julio and Daniel. What a game, what a game.
We're having a tryout this week for our club.
We're looking for our next generation.
Hold on,
I'm not telling you that you will play for the Caracas Football Club,
I'm just inviting you to the tryouts. How old are you?
-Seventeen... in a few months. -Next year.
Well, you'll be the youngest of thirty contenders dying to get drafted.
Hold on, hold on. He's little and fast.
But if he gets hurt it'll fuck up our chances for the final.
What do you want to do?
I want to play for Venezuela with Julio.
But if it's between me and him, I'll have to kick his fat ass.
You never know, kid. The way you two play together,
you may live your dream.
I'm going to buy a Caracas bandana.
-Wait till we get in, Ma. -Of course you will.
Of course.
-Smells good. What is it? -Beef.
It's not done yet.
Yum. This is fucking glorious.
Do you have to talk like a monkey in front of Ma?
-Ma. Let's send him back. -No.
What time's the party?
Right now, we gotta go help Max set up the whole thing.
I'll come later with the beef and beans.
-Have you seen the bottle opener? -Drawer.
Cat, go get the empty beer crates out back.
What? You don't have hands?
-Just a favor. -Go sweetie, get the crate, come on.
Julio.
Sugar has gone up again.
I've got four cakes to bake tomorrow
and I've run out.
Is that enough?
-I'll pay you back tomorrow. -Don't worry, Ma.
Open up, dickhead.
Don't talk like that in front of Ma, fag!
-Julio. -Open up!
What's up, Cat? Where's your key?
How long are you gonna take, dude?
Maximiliano.
How's the super goalkeeper from La Ceniza?
Great game!
-You're a super goalkeeper? -Of course.
-Can you stop these balls? -Hey!
There's a bunch of hoodlums coming home and we need to make room.
Come on, lets go.
God bless. Take care. See you there later. Don't drink too much!
Five,
four,
three,
two,
one.
We're gonna be champions!
-Where you going, Cat? -I was looking for you. I'm bored.
Bored?
Look around you, you little fag! These people are here because of you.
How many goals have you scored this season?
-I don't know. -Bullshit! How many? Including today.
-lncluding today? -Of course.
Seven more than you.
Eighteen? Good!
-We're gonna have eighteen shots! -I've got school tomorrow, brother.
He's got school, the pretty girl.
Faggot.
-Control your crazy friend. -Show some respect.
Petare is tough.
We're tougher than them.
-Have you danced yet? -My leg's fucked up.
-Have you danced yet? -My leg's sore from the game.
How many times do I have to tell you?
Women say that a guy who can dance, can fuck.
So if they don't see you dancing, they'll know you don't fuck.
And if you don't fuck, you're fucked.
Listen to me. I fuck.
-You fuck? -I fuck.
You? You fuck.
Your hand's not a girl!
Let's go have something to eat with Ma, bro.
-Go dance with Mom. -I'm gonna dance with your girlfriend.
What's up, Morocho?
Where are you going?
-Home. -No you're not. I want to dance.
So you wanna dance? Where's your boyfriend?
Doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter? No, I don't want trouble.
I want to dance.
Hey Cat, I'm taking Caro home. You want a ride?
Bye, Caro.
No, thanks. I already drank too much.
They'll be superstars like you.
-I wasn't a superstar. -Of course you were.
Julio will be out of 'the life'.
They're not in yet.
It's a tryout. A lot of kids.
They'll get in. I know it.
Shit.
Stay, my love. I'll make breakfast for all of us.
It doesn't matter.
That'd be perfect.
But I can't.
I have to go.
When you decide to tell her the truth,
you'll have a family here.
-I love you. -I love you, too.
-Good morning, Cat. -Hi, Ma.
-One arepa? -No, two.
-She pissed me off last night. -Why?
She was claiming I left her alone.
-Hey, what's up? All good? -One bag.
What's up, dude?
-You suck. -You can't even do three.
-I'll give you ten. -Ten? Okay, you count.
Four, five, six... eight,
-nine. -You lost.
Coward.
-Coward? -You're a coward.
Stop it.
-What's up, Zamuro? -What the hell is going on? Get out!
Shut the fuck up, old man!
-The money. -I paid, I already paid.
-Lie to me again! -I paid Morocho.
What are you saying? Stop lying.
Be cool.
Tell me another lie.
Are you an asshole?
Did you pay or not?
You've got two days.
Otherwise this guy will hunt you down and kill you.
Now you know, you cocksucker.
We'll be running up and down the field the entire game.
Total Football.
No pussies, no dives. Are you listening, Yobert?
Whatever you say, Coach.
But!
Before we begin our most important week of training.
Daniel and Julio, make a wall!
Come on! Move it!
The sun's burning, bro, so move it.
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