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…after half a year's forced omission, he's back again.

We hope he's in good condition.

Up front, Arni Német is looking to score his 15th goal.

He's got his sights set on Balog Jr.'s 1987 record

of 17 in a season.

Today's referee is Imre Illyés,

assisting him are Károly Makkai and István Marhec.

Tonight's kickoff will be performed by our comrade, Gyula Nagy.

The Kinizsi Black Army wishes him good luck with his plans to start a family.

It doesn't matter what sex it is as long as it's a boy.

Go for it, Gyula.

Nice one, Gyula!

Kinizsi!

I know just two words: forever and never!

Kinizsi forever! Dynamo never!

We generally say

that 15 million sperm per milliliter is optimal.

But in our case,

the count is so low,

-practically approaching zero… -Spit it out, Péter!

-Please go on. -To put it simply: you are sterile.

You cannot father children.

That's impossible.

You don't know me.

So I can't father children, huh?

You ought to take a look at this.

What?

…he crosses…

the defense are in all kinds of trouble, it falls to Boli…

ADOPTION: THE FIRST STEPS

Look at you.

Why does it have to be at the weekend?

-'Cause that's when normal people are free. -I still don't know why we're here.

If you can't stand one weekend, we might as well go home!

Mariann!

István!

Do you remember?

Well, well… Hi!

-He was my dance partner at the prom. -I was the luckiest guy there!

Good morning everyone! Let's get started, shall we?

We need to talk to many things, and we're short on time.

Just follow me, don't be shy. No need to be afraid.

We're going to have a nice chat and get to know each other.

Come along! There's still a place free next to me.

My name's Gyula.

My hobby is football.

And we'd like to adopt…

We'd like to adopt a possibly healthy newborn baby.

Feel free to go on.

Did I forget something? Oh, yeah!

Whatever else it is…

it must be Hungarian.

What? We agreed, didn't we? No gypsies.

Yes!

We must accept each others choices.

To find a home, where it is truly wanted is the best for the child, too.

My name's István and all I wish for is a cute little rascal I can love.

I don't care if it's black, white, or bright blue.

I think we can learn a lot from you.

Thank you for your frankness.

Who's next?

-Acceptance. -Yes.

-And patience. -Yes, and patience.

Good, thank you.

-The most important thing is love. -Yes.

Respect his parents.

Know there'll be trouble if he steps out of line.

You're right. As well as love, we need discipline.

The ball please.

…so her pain means our happiness.

But can we be happy causing her that pain? Can we wish that pain upon her?

Everybody knows why they want to give up their child.

And they go ahead and do it.

At first, it was him I was angry with.

When I knew it wasn't his fault.

I wanted something to be wrong with him so that he wouldn't be born at all…

I'll be home in two halves.

Ciao!

I'm on my way.

…and she is now being parted from her child…

Kinizsi!

How's Daddy School going?

They're all nice.

-But most are pricks, huh? -Nah, they all are.

-Hi! -Mind they don't recognise you, Máté.

Go on, laugh, but they've put cameras outside now.

Have you seen the latest facial recognition software?

Kinizsi!

You motherfucking Slovaks!

We will fuck you, Slovak scum,

when the goals fly, watch you run!

And if it takes more than goals, we'll take back the land you stole!

Will the home supporters please refrain from hate speech

and racist chanting!

If you don't bounce, you're a Slovak cunt!

TWO HALVES?

-The cheeky fuckers. -Come on, let's do them!

Gyula!

So you're not my daddy?

I am.

I am your daddy.

I just wasn't your… I'm not your…

I'm not your…

Progenitor.

Thanks.

I'm not your progenitor.

My what?

This is 'cause of yesterday, right? I've said I'm sorry,

but I had no choice.

-Gyula Nagy. -What's up, big boy? They sent you?

You are under arrest for collective disorder.

-Come with us… -Get off me, you queer.

Up against the wall.

Mind your head, you're being frisked.

-Clear. Hands in front, cuffs back on. -Gyula!

Like this you can't continue the adoption.

You know it's a joke.

Right. You need a fucking tractor. On your fucking head.

-Hungarian queer. -Don't call me a queer.

Gyula.

Since the defendants were motivated by strong emotions,

and the gravity of their actions did not equal…

That is, it did not exceed

a certain level of threat to society…

I propose that the defendants be released on probation.

Dr. Szekeres, you are representing the prosecution.

Thank you, your honor, but the prosecution…

stands by its proposal.

Will you all please rise!

Having examined the facts before it,

and in the light of

the prosecution's lawful and impartial indictment

the court pronounces the following judgment.

Being charged with the crimes

of collective disorder and simple assault,

I find you guilty!

However, the sentence is deferred,

and I release you on three year's probation.

I'm home!

We got away with it!

Who's this?

Lüszi's been nice enough to offer us her baby.

Your Wi-Fi password?

"Kinizsi-Honvéd 3-0."

Capital "K," no accents, no spaces.

Thanks.

We can't go to the hospital 'cause they'll take the baby away,

so officially I'm having it at home.

-You're doing what? -Having a baby, deaf boy!

I can do all the mandatory check-ups for her on the quiet.

Ultrasound.

Blood sugar.

CTG.

And I'll fake up an official maternity booklet.

Relax, he'll stop it in a minute.

Then let's pretend that this isn't the world's dumbest idea.

-The doctor comes, sees a little gyppo. -And?

What'll you say? You left it out in the sun?

I won't say anything. And nor will he. He'd feel too uncomfortable.

What'll the others say?

You mean the Kinizsi Black Army?

Yeah. What'll I tell them?

To be honest, I don't care.

-You can't ask me to do this. -I can. And do you know why?

'Cause you screwed up. And if our relationship and our child

are important to you, get your act together.

Oh, yeah, the home mustn't know Lüszi is pregnant,

so she's moving in till it's born.

Get off my fucking Net!

Son of a bitch!

Gyula!

-This wasn't what we agreed! -Don't go, you promised!

Hello!

We got away with it.

Máté managed to convince the judge, and…

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

Back to your mom's?

You'll not stick it for five minutes.

Call me back!

What are you doing? Call me back!

How long are you going to ignore me?

Maybe she doesn't want to speak to you.

Mariann!

Come on out!

I know you're there!

-What do you want? -To talk.

We are talking. Go on!

Come home.

Do we really need a kid to be happy together?

-Jesus Christ! -Mother!

-What? -Your glass is empty, go get a refill.

I'll mix you one too. You'll need it.

If you really don't know what's wrong, I made the right decision.

Van Dijk's closing him down…

Goal!

What?

Hey!

Stay where you are! I've done a self-defense course.

Do you know Lüszi Balogh?

Depends.

I'm here 'cause of the kid.

Lüszi!

Lüszi!

What do you want?

You left your cap.

You're okay now!

Quietly! Pull your hood up.

Fuck.

Go on, move it!

That way. Get going!

The coast's clear!

Come on!

"Kinizsi."

-Is this you? -Put it down.

"Kinizsi forever."

I won't tell you again.

-Let go! -Give it here!

Here's how it's gonna be.

You don't touch my stuff.

You only speak when you're spoken to. Then we'll be cool, got it?

Got better things to do than stare at your mug,

so let me tell you what.

You don't touch my stuff.

You don't order me around. And I stay in bed as long as I want. Got it?

Where's your woman anyway? I mean…

-Why did she send you? -She's gone away.

For a while.

To her mom's.

She's dying.

Her mom.

So the crib's all ours.

Wanna fuck?

-Oh, sorry. I forgot that you… -What?

That you can't get it up.

Hey, your eye's at it again.

For real, some blood vessel… Ever had it checked?

Our old governor had the same thing, she had to leave 'cause of her heart.

After I ran away, I did this course

where they said what to do if you can't handle your nerves.

Pinch your earlobe

and you start listing the members of, say, Dangerous Elements:

Beatbusta, Kalo, ChrisCruz, Do-Bone…

And you keep doing it till you calm down.

Beatbusta, Kalo, ChrisCruz, Do-Bone…

Get up against the wall.

Up on the couch.

Is that the only face you've got?

Try to look human.

Fuck!

This bed is perfect for me.

You get off that right now.

Why? Wanna take me back to the home?

What makes you say Your white skin is the best?

Makes you claim You're better than the rest?

You can't tell me why So don't even try

But my rhymes might return To haunt you when you die

I ain't no minority The minority is you

But if you weren't color-blind My dream would come true

Tell me to my face So I understand your problem

I ain't done a thing But I still carry the burden

This burden's my fate Others mistakes…

Turn that shit off!

Firm friends gather round me Ever try a sneak attack

'Cause they all know a gypsy brother Never turns his back

You're dead, you little shit!

All of you!

Tremble before me. The slime king is here!

Save some of him for later, kids!

Gyula's brought some sweets.

Sweeties!

Hi!

-You look like crap. -Thanks.

-Anytime. Anything up? -Ah, nothing.

Mariann's still mad at me about that adoption thing, so…

things are a bit frosty at home.

Sex embargo?

-Gonna get divorced? -Hey! Alex!

A man can dream, can't he?

I've realized I've got to take her seriously,

that right now she should be number one.

Look at those animals!

What did that pool ever do to you, son?

Álmos, Előd! Up to your room, now!

Cut it out! Get inside, both of you!

Scram!

-They're going! -Stupid brats.

-Why do I waste my hard-earned cash? -Alright, calm down.

-You understand, then? -What?

-That Mariann's number one right now. -Sure. Family first, huh?

Thanks.

Haven't you got any food?

Found something! Forget it.

-Hello? -Hello. Gyula?

Just a minute, he's washing his dick.

-Who are you? -I'm his…

-Hi. -Who was that?

What?

-Mariann, who else? -Since when did she talk so dirty?

She can say worse things than that.

-We're waiting outside. -Outside?

But if you're still washing your dick, we'll come up.

-No! Don't come up. -Why not?

-'Cause I'll be right down. -Get a move on, then.

Ciao!

-Going out? -Yup.

Can't I come?

-I'll behave. -Yeah, right.

I'm bored.

You know where the TV is.

Or you can make dinner.

On the pitch, in the streets, Kinizsi rules…

-What happened? -I can't find HBO.

I have no HBO.

YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR CAR OR YOUR WIFE, BUT NEVER YOUR CLUB!

Just look at Milisi.

How many extra kilos are you carrying?

Put some effort into it…

-Hi, it's me. -What now?

Would you bring me some wafers? Lemon ones.

If you don't call again.

-Who was that? -Mariann. Nothing important.

What the fuck have you done?

Leave that phone alone or I'll break your fucking fingers!

Then I misunderstood something.

No! I thought it was someone else. Did you get the picture?

Yep.

-So you'll come home? -Listen…

It's not that simple.

But I found the girl, I brought her home. What more do you want?

-Believe me, it wasn't easy. -I know you. I know the drill.

You screw up, then some grand gesture makes everything okay.

Kinizsi!

-But… -But what?

You'll take her to the clinic, to the classes? Stop kidding.

You'd never see it through, so…

That'd be even worse…I couldn't take it…

How do you know?

-Why shouldn't I see it through? -Hey, I'm talking…

Yes, with him. I don't want any, Mom. Get off my back.

-I've got to go. -Don't hang up, please!

Inside everyone!

What? Scared of a bit of fucking rain?

Where are you going? You're playing Vidi next week!

-What are you doing? -Where are you going?

-Scared of the rain? -Is that it?

Where you going?

That's the best you can fucking do! And where are you lot going?

Why should we stay? Come on!

Stop stressing, you prick! Come on!

Pull your top up.

A bit higher.

Ow, that hurts.

I can't see a thing. Just relax, okay?

Can I see?

What's this? The whole baby?

Christ knows. Let's go.

You can sit up, we've crossed the river.

I'm delighted all the fathers are here to support their wives at this special time.

Some are a bit late…

But we'll soon all be here. Welcome!

-Just a moment… -Get her to sign the top one.

And we'll be out of here.

Your name, please.

Mariann Fekete.

-And daddy? -Gyula Nagy.

Ah, "Gyuszi"! We spoke on the phone.

The home birth… If you'd sign this, we'll be off.

Don't be in such a rush! I'll sign when you've completed the course.

The changing rooms are that way.

I've brought some bits and bobs, you'll have noodles and all sorts,

I'll show you how to use everything later.

First one is a…

Chill, I showered this morning.

-Cut it out! -Gyuszi! Shh!

I'll give you some oils in a moment, okay?

Choose the one that feels most like a bubble around you,

The one you think will best harmonize your relationship.

I very much hope that in these months

before you enter the delivery room or give birth at home,

you will be looking forward to when it hurts.

Good…

One body, one soul, the three of us. And we experience it in the water,

like we do the mother's scent.

That's always key.

The feeling that we can let each other go.

There! And now begin moving gently, tenderly.

While we breathe in the life-giving air

and breathe it out again.

-She said "gently and tenderly"! -I'm coming, I'm coming.

It's alright, let's just relax. You're both very stiff.

Lay your head on his shoulder. Just like you do at home!

Good!

I'll slip the noodle under you, lift your hips.

Hold her waist or her bottom, whichever you prefer.

Find your common wavelength. That's right.

Breathe in the life-giving air, and breathe it out again.

Just relax. Breathe in!

Gyula?

Twat! Just dump me…

I'd honestly never have expected it of you.

-So you've lost your prejudices. -No, but me and Mariann…

Are we breathing or chattering, Gyuszi?

Actually, I'm in a similar situation.

István!

I've got to go. I'm glad we've joined the same team.

Hey!

-Who was that? -No one.

-What was that about Mariann? -Nothing.

Just focus on your breathing.

One more thing left.

Nature's children still know it, but we have all forgotten.

Eating the afterbirth.

Just stick it in a bag, I'm in a hurry.

Thanks!

My slippers!

Have you lost it?

What's in your bag?

-What's that? -This?

It's to puncture the amniotic sac.

If we have a problem during birth.

Uh-huh. And how's the birth gonna go without Mariann here?

I told you: she'll be back by then.

-Hear that from her. -Cut it out.

I didn't bring all this shit home for fun.

-Gimme that back! Put it down! -No!

-Shall we call her? -No!

She's not coming back?

She is.

Bastard.

Fucking don't move!

Put that thing down!

You suck so bad.

I said: you're not going anywhere!

Fuck!

Brake!

Hello, help!

We need a doctor! Come quickly.

Get off me, look after her.

-What's wrong with you? -She's bleeding like a pig.

Come with me.

-Where am I? -You lost a lot of blood.

Alright…

Thanks for having me.

Where's…

what's-her-name…

my wife?

Fucking hell!

-If I were you… -Where's my wife?

There you are!

Jesus…

I'm speechless.

You are supposed to be adults.

Soon, there will be a vulnerable little baby in your life,

and you will have to get used to the responsibility.

You will have to

protect that child and look after it.

So everything's alright?

Yes. Bleeding like that is not uncommon.

But I recommend that your wife be kept in for observation.

Do you have your maternity booklet?

I bet you left it at home, didn't you?

You're unbelievable…

Health insurance card?

Oh, it's…

-Does it hurt? -Nah!

Jesus Christ!

-Right. You're just fine, aren't you? -He swerved into my lane!

This is just a scratch.

Once we were fighting three against ten,

and this cunt pulled out a butterfly knife.

And he split my guts open. No shit!

He sliced me from here to here.

Now that did hurt.

This girl in kindergarten pinched my scrunchie.

I was chasing her, my hair snagged in the climbing frame.

And the bitch stood there laughing at me.

I had to rip out a whole clump of hair to get free.

When I caught her, I beat her up. She wasn't laughing then.

A few years ago,

they wanted to evict my mate's family.

And when the pigs came, we stood in front of the door

in a… what do they call it? A human chain.

We all held hands so tight,

everyone's fingers were white.

One cop got right in my face,

and he started whacking my arm with his baton.

Feel it. 100% titanium. It was broken in eight places.

When I was 13, one of the seniors came to school in a BMW.

After we'd been driving for a bit,

he asked me a blowjob. When I tried to get out,

he dragged me back and…

burnt me with the cigarette lighter.

Well, me…

I had to have my leg sewn back on.

They'd set these dogs on me. Dobermans.

They bit it right off.

You wouldn't believe how powerful their jaws are.

And then he spat it out?

-What? -Your leg!

No.

I mean, yeah.

Okay. You win.

-So now what do we do? -What with?

You. Are you staying? Going?

We grew up together in a little village near Hanoi.

He wrote his first love letters on rice paper.

No. No, sweetheart.

She asked how we first met. You and me.

Oh…

At the Kelenföld railway station. I was already pregnant.

Well, that's how it was.

It… all started when Gyula…

saved my life.

He came running up and I started yelling at him: "Get out of my way,

I'm gonna jump!"

And he…

He was like: "You're crazy!"

"They've cordoned off the bridge 'cause of you."

"I'm in a hurry, why do you wanna kill yourself?"

"'Cause…

no one loves me."

And…

he looked at me,

and he said:

"Do you know what?"

"I could love you."

And he did, too.

I'd really like you to tell us something too, Gyuszi.

Well, that's how it happened.

But then I really fucking regretted it,

'cause she turned out to be totally unbearable.

But I shan't take her back to the bridge.

I don't fucking believe it!

Deák, Gulyás, Zebegényi,

Mannherz, Balog, Balog Jr.…

GONNA DRINK YA BLUD!

We'll soon see who drinks whose blood.

He didn't pull out, but don't fucking blame me!

-I just stood up for you. -I was talking about beer.

Get up close, now brake! You stupid fucker!

Fucking faggot!

Thinks he's on the motorway!

We're coming!

Tremble, you filthy cocksuckers!

You Slovaks.

Okay, cut! Now say it again the way I wrote it:

"Tremble, you filthy cocksucking Slovak gyppos." You got it?

It doesn't make sense. The Slovaks aren't gypsies.

Well, there are plenty of them there, too.

-Was the fire dope? -Yeah.

-Only De Niro here doesn't like his lines. -I never said I didn't like them.

Listen, your lines are my job, and they're awesome.

All you've got to do is say the fucking things.

If you cut words out, there's no rhythm.

It should be: "Tremble, you filthy cocksucking Slovak gyppos."

Have you got that?

Stop stressing him or the next take will be even worse.

It couldn't be.

Now let's do it again. Start the music!

Give us a big flame, Arnold. Right from the beginning.

Action!

We're coming.

Tremble, you filthy cocksucking Slovak gyppos.

What are you mumbling for? I couldn't make out a word.

That won't scare the cunts.

Who cares? It'll be subtitled. Let's get on with it.

What are you doing?

-I've got to go. I promised Mariann. -Don't go, we need to burn their flag.

And drink some blood.

Okay, go, then!

What a pussy!

God, what's happened to you?

Now what?

You climb up, I'll watch.

But I get vertigo…

Absorb the vibrations.

Breathe in!

And out!

Feel free to cry.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

I've got no one

Mother, father All are gone

But my dear Lord

Still looks down Keeps me from harm

If just one time

In my life…

Gyula.

Come here!

What's up?

It's covered with paint.

Can you feel it?

-No. -Then…

you sing something, too.

You thousands of warriors

Get ready for battle Victory will be ours

-He kicked! Hard! -Yeah.

One look in our eyes, all our foes tremble,

on the pitch, in the streets, Kinizsi rules.

Who is it?

Who do you think? Let us in!

-Come on, open up! -Can't I go down?

It's better if we come up.

It's the boys.

They'll find out sooner or later anyway.

What? You want me to introduce you?

Why not?

-As who? -As…

What's the hold up?

Could you let us in, please? We've come to see Gyula.

Who are you?

-Alright, get in there. -What are you… But…

Hi.

-Hello. Mariann? -She's on duty.

-What's up? -Hi.

Ciao.

-Aporka. -Gyula.

-What's up? -Hi, bro.

Gyula, this is Aporka.

-And? -Aporka's pregnant.

She's giving the kid to you.

I'm in my fourth month, but I'm not having that wankers baby.

No, don't say anything. It's a gift!

Even my mom gave us some cash!

It's really Máté you've got to thank.

It wasn't easy, all the girls on the Net were gyppos.

I mean, what would you say? "Hi Gyula, this is Kármen.

She was down at the beach and she fell asleep in the sun."

That'd have been brutal.

Aren't you gonna call Mariann? I'd love to see her face.

The thing is…

-This smell? You been painting? -Yeah.

-Which room? -The nursery.

-Wow, want a hand? -The what?

The nursery?

It's like this: Mariann's pregnant.

I didn't get the chance

-to tell you. -Well…

Well, then, no offense, but…

-Look, there's his willy, plain as day. -Let's see!

His little dicky!

Really? That's good to know.

Take a look, Máté! Show him it.

Then it's a happy end for you two, huh?

-Mariann must be over the moon! -You said it.

We're both really happy.

-Where's the beer? -Gyuszi!

-That was a brilliant year, huh? -You bet.

That's it!

Show us your stuff, man.

Jump in his lap. Get up on the table!

That's it!

-Have you seen her? -That's it, shake it sugar baby!

Got a bottle opener?

We're gonna win Come wind or come rain!

Thanks for coming, guys, but Mariann's gonna be home soon, so…

We'll wait for her.

She's needs to rest. You know: the kid.

-Oh, right. -I've got to go anyway.

It'll be dark soon, I'll walk you home. Don't forget your shades.

Hope we didn't outstay our welcome. You get some rest.

Ooh, fuck… Where's whatsit? Oh, you're there. Are you stupid?

Sorry, Mr. Tóth, but there's a pervert outside flashing his willy.

Can you take a look?

I don't know where she is, really.

Then put your brain into gear. Where does she hang out?

That's my bed, Lüszi's is over there.

Okay, but…

Don't mess me around, those girls walked straight in.

I'm just looking for someone, I'll look around and…

Okay, gimme a ticket then.

-Come on, we're leaving! -Get off me, I'm taken.

Let's go.

You keep out of it!

Someone got a problem?

Richie!

Fuck me.

Richie Okunyawa.

Kinizsi vs. Haladás.

4-1.

-What's that? -It's from that ball.

-4-1. -You're kidding me.

-I'm not. -You're crazy!

What a fucking scissor kick!

The keeper didn't even see it!

I don't believe it!

We don't have to dance to this one.

Why didn't you answer my calls?

What I wanna say is…

Don't… Don't do it again, just like that.

Just like what?

That…

Are you trying to say

you were worried about me?

I was worried someone spotted you, and we'd be fucked.

Lüszi!

My car's over there.

I'm not riding with you in that state.

Okay, let's walk then! It's only an hour and a half.

Would you shut up?

It's not a good idea to walk so far in your condition.

-Your baby will be fine. -But you won't.

Why are we still doing this?

Doing what?

You know she's not coming back, why--

-But that doesn't mean-- -What?

I'll pack my stuff.

Alright. Go.

Okay.

I'm not staying.

Mariann.

When did… When did you get here?

I came on the first bus.

What's up? Aren't you happy?

-I missed you. -You too.

Let me take a look at you.

Are you okay? The baby is alright?

Yeah, the baby's fine.

I'm sorry I couldn't be here.

But you seem to have both survived.

I am so proud of you!

Did you have a party last night?

-The boys came round… -It's okay.

-You didn't know I was coming. -I can tidy up.

Don't bother, I'll be done in a minute.

So are you staying?

She came back, didn't she?

Yeah.

Hi, Gyula.

Hi, Mariann.

I thought you were…

pregnant?

Are you deaf? Go and get the door!

I'll take that tablet off you…

Ciao, bro! Your dad?

Traitor!

Inside, sunshine.

Hello. Alex?

Already left. And if I were you, I wouldn't go after him.

I mean, seriously, it had to be a gypsy?

Hello.

You're really gonna blank me?

-Did you hear something, Prof? -Me? Nothing.

Máté! At least you speak to me.

You've got the wrong guy, pal. I'm not even here.

Alex.

I'm here for the same reason as you: to fuck the Slovaks.

You always said: "family comes first"!

-I wanted to tell you, but if I had done… -Then?

Then what?

Out with it! Tell us, we're all listening.

She's addled your brain. Wise up!

Do me a favour, Alex.

Lüszi's…

I'm talking about Mariann, who's Lüszi?

Lüszi?

The name of that gyppo skank?

Deák, Gulyás, Zebegényi, Mannherz, Balog, Balog Jr.…

-Sárvári. -Think of them, not that brown bitch.

Lutz.

Kerekes. Hautbachel.

-Hello everyone! -Hi, Lüszi.

Mariann!

Hi!

You? Here?

-I'm just… -I know, Gyula said.

-But you've come. It's incredible. -Really?

It's great that you're still friends, even after Gyula chose Lüszi.

Well, yes…

Come along, time to get changed!

Hello!

Sorry.

I don't believe we've met.

And your partner?

I'm with her. I'm a friend of the family.

And where's Gyula?

-What's up, faggots? -What's up, cocksuckers?

Attack!

Thanks.

What the fuck was that?

I've wised up.

Being charged with the crime of collective disorder,

the court sentences Dr. Máté Szekeres to two years' imprisonment,

which punishment is suspended for two years.

-Regarding an appeal… -I'd hold my tongue if I were you!

Kinizsi Black Army!

In the light of the fact that the other defendants

committed their crimes while on probation,

the court imposes the sentence of six months' imprisonment

on Péter Magda, Arnold Mécs,

Jenő Mészáros, Zsolt Halász,

Alex Bogácsi and Gyula Nagy.

A FEW YEARS LATER

The hardcore Kinizsi fans are as committed to their team as ever.

April winds are bringing spring floods Oh, my flower, my darling

All the birds are falling in love Oh, my flower, my darling

I'm in love with my football club Oh, my flower, my darling

On the terraces, now sing up Oh, my flower, my darling

Now I'm gonna hoof it up in the air!

One, two, three…

Give it here!

That was handball. It's against the rules.

Come here.

Go to your mom.

What's his name?

Gyula.

We won.

-What was the score? -2-1.

4-2 on aggregate.

Come on, let's go for a drink!

We're taking it to Daddy.

-Hello. -Hi.