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FOOTBALL STORIES

First Half

Get on him!

Go, go, go...

Get on him, sir... Get on him!

Get back!

Back, back, back...

Wait for him, don't lose him. Wait for him.

You idiot! Get outta there!

Heads up!

Heads up! Follow the ball, not him!

Dive, take it... Take the ball!

Let's take it down...

Take it trough there...

Calmly... Easy, easy...

Don't lose your calm!

DON'T FALL FORTHAT!

He's all alone... He's wide open!

Don't fall for that...

Center it!!

Good morning.

Excuse me.

How are you, González?

Coach...

They sure did a number on you.

Hello! Not saying hello?

- Come on, say hi! - Hi.

Did you recognize any of them?

What? You didn't see any of their faces?

Fernando, cold water.

Take it easy, we're gonna find those bastards.

And the water?

What the hell...

Look, take this glass, go to the washroom...

turn the faucet, fill it up.

Then bring it here... I'll do the rest.

Silly idiot.

He's not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

You're alright in here, kid.

Come on, sit up.

Coach, this water might just kill him.

Are we...

- or are we not.

'Cause if we are... We should get all that we deserve!

- What's that? - What's that?

Money, you idiot, cash...

What's so funny, Coach?

This ain't the pros full of cops...

Guys rollin' on the field like they been hurt.

Here..., they foul you Sunday, you're down 'til Thursday: Ok...

That's why we're here. Gotta be efficient.

But it's not fair they work you then pretend nothing.

- It ain't right. - I think.

Listen, kid...

You musn't forget football is just a game.

Musn't forget... Agame, a game.

Come on, coach, who the fuck are you trying to imitate?

Menotti, Beckembauer, Cruyff?

Look... That touched a nerve.

OK, kiddo, let's take it easy.

- Take it easy. - Take it easy, Beckenbauer.

When I say football is a game, it's with utmost respect.

And respect is exactly what the game has lost.

Specially in the pro's, where it's more business than anything.

Besides, what money?

Money, you idiot...

- You gotta be connected. - Well connected.

- Not exactly our case. - No, coach.

Or you prostitute yourself which will make your ass sore.

Alright, Platinoski... go get another beer.

- You go. - Stay there.

- No, no, you go. Go on. - Stay right there.

- You go. - Go! Outta here.

- Clarita, two on my tab. - I can't do that...

- And in your state... - You know I'll pay...

No, no you've had enough already.

I'll invite him. I don't like to drink alone.

- Thanks, buddy, thanks. - Man, that guy's a bloody stiff!

- Huh? Thanks. - Glass? - No, no.

Ever seen that guy dribble... once? Hell no, not a chance!

But watch! Look, look, look...

The guy's scoring goals on Real Madrid.

- No denying that. - Well?

- He does score. - But?

It's incredible... So mediocre, yet there he is.

But look... Look how he works it...

No, Zamorano is the best! Zamorano is great.

Fernando, pass it to me!

Fernando!

Pass it, you idiot!

Goal!!

- Hey, mother-in-law! - Baby, baby...

What fertilizer did they feed you so you grew so healthy?

- Carlos, for you. - I'm not here!

Dammit, man, you dropped my cigarette

Look, shithead, you got it all wet...

Don Angel, what brings you here? Came to buy an apartment?

I don't change my team or my neighborhood.

- You were tremendous on Sunday. - Thanks.

A hell of a game!

At last... Ateam that'll give us a running in the finals!

Cinch up your belt, we'll be filling the net with goals.

So confident... Will you play?

Or will they put you on the bench? - It's obvious!

Well, you were playing a hell of a game and suddenly...

they pull you out.

I had eaten too much and got a side ache...

It's uncivilized... That a top player...

get stuck with a shit job like this.

In football... You don't have ambition, you go nowhere.

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one with team spirit, you know.

So, hey, they asked me to recommend one.

It could be you, but you'd have to show you got team spirit.

Like Maradona, you know?

If you're interested... Come to my office, early tomorrow.

Seriously, come by the office.

Without your sidekick.

Let's go.

3, 4, 5, 6...

Let's play, Coach!

Next knees, I, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...

Move it, move it, men...

I mean it, keep moving!

You bums want to be shooters? You gotta work!

Shoot, yeah, that's it! Give it to me. OK, go, go...

OK, Marcelo... What the hell?!

Come on, over here.

- Goddammit! - You idiot!

Hi doll...

Wanna get married?

Hey.

Where you headed?

That way.

- No. - No what?

- No, you can't go. - And why not?

Too early, kid.

Don Angel told me to come here... now.

Come back later, kid.

But you were there when he said it.

- Come back later. - Shit, why?

Because I say so, kid.

Where're you goin'?

- I'm leaving. - Come here, you little shit.

Don Angel...

Glad you came, I was waiting for you, my boy.

- Make yourself comfortable. - Thanks.

- A soft drink?

Sure.

Get the gentleman a soft drink!

Hello, yeah it's me.

But, what's up? You've been gone forever!

But I told you to bring her here, Goddammit...

...You're so useless, so useless!!!

- Nice piece of recognition, eh? - Nice.

But there's a lot of sacrifice involved.

Not just for your team. But for the good of sport.

Yes sir, that's the truth.

This shit is warm. Bring the man a decent drink...

Let's get to the point. Put your money where your mouth is.

You told me I could join Audax.

Precisely. They are interested in you.

Various managers have already seen you.

Really? I had no idea...

Sunday, they'll watch you one last time...

I think if things take the course they're taking.

pretty soon we'll be seeing you in the papers.

- You think so? - I'm telling you.

I'll give it everything I got.

I'll get two big ones on Sunday.

Look, González, football is not kid's stuff.

Everyone does his job.

You, they ask for goals... Me, they ask for money.

I've worked my ass for this. And that's plain to see.

Think about it, I'm sure you'll agree that we're the only ones...

who deserve to win the Cup. It would look bad...

if Peñalolen won... Stole us the cup. People are not stupid.

They're watching.

Nobody likes a mess. They'd go watch football elsewhere.

And what about the feeder for local talents...

The fighting spirit? The love for the team?

The agents from professional clubs wouldn't come here...

To see talents. Like yours.

We'd all lose!

Well?

What do you think, my boy?

Look, the player does what the coach says...

the coach does what the manager says, the manager...

puts up the money. Without it, we're shit outta luck.

Pelé may have money now but he didn't before.

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The guys at Audax know you can score goals, lots of them.

But now they want to know if you have discipline.

I'll give you the advice of a father. 'Cause I like you.

Besides, I've known you since you were little.

You've got learn to value your work.

In the professional world, everything has a price.

You're gonna earn 7 bucks for the game on Sunday.

There you go.

That ain't much.

Here, there's another 7 bucks. OK?

Nowadays for a million bucks anybody'll offer up his ass.

Do you know what a million dollars is?

For a million, I'll give my ass, they can tear it open!

I'd stitch it back up and I'd still have money.

That's good business, get it?

Right, enough of that talk! Here, there's l5 dollars more.

But no goals on Sunday.

That's the deal. No goals on Sunday.

- No goals on Sunday.

So, we're getting married, right?

Coming!

- What's up? - Nothing.

Hey it's Carlitos! Carlitos, buddy...

What's happenin', man? Cool. Good to see ya' round here.

What's up? Have a drink with us.

- How's it look for the finals? - Not bad.

- Not bad? We gotta win! - The Cup is ours!

- No, you can't be sure. - You wimpin' out?

- No, I'm not wimpin' out! - Chill out!

- Let's go, Carlos. - Yeah.

Back him up. Big Carlitos! Big, big, Peñalolen!

Go for it, champion, go for it!

What are you thinking about?

Hey, stop it!

Hey, don't...

Why so fast? Let me go!

I'm sorry.

- Hey! Let go of me! Let go... Asshole! Let go! - Shut up!

You leaving?

With clothes on, I got no reason to be here.

Go, you prick. And don't come back to bother me again!

Shut up over there!

You come here and shut me up!

Come on, don't pull that shit...

You crying?

Nothing but football.

- All you care about is football. - Yeah, so?

You already missed the boat...

You're 30 years old...

and nobody's asking you for your autographs.

And I love you...

Peñalolén, Peñalolén... Go, champ!

Hey, Mario...

So? I'm still waiting for you...

I'm gonna send over the big fish...

Peñalolén! Peñalolén!

Ref!

Bur ref... You didn't see the foul? Right here...

Son of a...

Wake up, sir, wake up!

Go play with spitballs! Man, that guy sucks!

You've got shit in your head!

Man, that guy sucks!

González, go back up the defense!

Push! Push! You've got five left!

Idiot! Back him up!

Let's go! Let's go!

Center it!!

Goal!!

Easy, easy... What's the matter?

You're breaking my arm!

Where ya headed?

- Home. - You ain't going home.

This again?

Pretty goal you made.

Got prettier ones...

Did the people from Audax like it?

I don't know... But Don Angel sent you this.

Second Half

Last Goal Wins

- What are you starin at? - Hey, guys.

Finally, you get here.

- Gaby's shaking her sheets at you. - Don't bug me.

- You like Gaby? - No.

Tell her. Why you telling me?

Hey, bro. What's up?

How we doin'?

- Excuse me. - Where you goin'?

- To see the game... - You gotta have tickets.

- Come on... Please. - Move along.

You can't get in.

- You, tight fisted... - Move along...

Just 'cause you got a gun...

...we got balls. We are Chileans. We got two shirts today...

You with me?

Let's go, let's go...

- Hey kids, get otta here! - We're just watching.

No, you can't get in. Get out!

- It's going to be a great game. - Damn.

Who knows when U. Chile'll be back.

It'll be on the radio.

- It's not the same. - I know that Cobreloas's gonna win.

- Ever saved a goal? - Of Course! I'm the best keeper.

- You suck. - I'm a better goalie than you.

- Save this then! - Pig! Take that!

Take this!

the emotion of football...

in the Calama Stadium.

Out. The throw is to Cobreloa...

Cobreloa is giving la U a run for its money...

He brings it around to the right, sets up...

Cobreloa north to south...

González attacks, he shoots way off the mark!

The ball is gone, so far gone it's probably made it out to...

the largest open-pit mine Chuquicamata!

The ball has left the playing field...

- Not a bad gift. - It's brand new. - We sure got them back!

Let's play.

- Hey, pass it! - Pass it back, pass it back!

- Don't hog it, fatso... - Pass it! Go!

Here, over here!

- Put your money in for a Coke. - Yeah... Here.

Give me a Coke, please. What's the score?

Still deuce to zero.

OK, thanks.

- Give it to me. - Yeah, whatever.

- My ball's pretty nice, huh? - Whose ball?

- Whose ball? My ball! - I found it when it landed!

- I saw it first! - It's everybody's.

- But who grabed it? - Who grabbed it from you?

Yeah, ok, shut up! Shut up!

- Shut up! - I shut up already.

Let's see who wins it.

- Come on... - Yeah, I'm concentrating.

I know you like Gaby, but hurry up!

- Look, there goes your Gaby. - Yeah, here goes.

The ball is mine!

Don't screw it up. It'll scuff...

You're a tight bastard! It's fine.

Pablo... dinner's ready!

- Hi mom. - Hello.

The man of the house came for dinner? - Leave that!

Mom, I think your age is affecting you.

A little respect... I'm your mother.

Is he my father?

Forgive him, Father... And forgive me...

What's he got to forgive you for?

Have you been bad?

We'll have to pawn him too.

It's all we have left with any value.

So I'm asking for forgiveness.

Gaby's looking good!

You know what Juan told me? She held hands...

- with the bald guy... - Who?

The bald guy... At Don Pepe's bakery. - Oh, that guy.

- Don't you care? - Why would I?

Cause Gaby's your chick. We all know.

She doesn't even talk to me.

So? That doesn't matter. She's still your chick, man.

It's pretty old. I'll take it out of good will...

As I'm a believer... Leave that alone!

- How much you give me? - 6 bucks.

6 bucks ain't much, isn't it!?

Tell your mother to drop by one of these days.

Let's go.

- An ice cream? - Yeah, sure.

You're paying.

Two chocolates.

Here you are, son...

There, be careful...

Take it, take it...

Here, to me! To me... Here you go

Come on, keep going!

- Hey Pablo... Agame? - No, I can't.

- Just for a while... - You scared? - Of you guys? No.

- Let's go the. - No. - With that?

We'll kick your butt with this. - Wait right here.

- You gotta ask permission? - Run, fatso...

- Chicken. - You're pissing your shorts!

Just wait one minute. He's got a good surprise for you.

Give us some ice cream. Don't be so tight...

Give it back! Give it!

Come on, give it back!

Come on, you jerks!

Give it to me! Oh you assholes!

OK... I'm gonna score a lot of goals on you!

And a lot of fouls...

Can't take a back a gut-punch.

That's it. That's it.

- Yeah! - Alright, let's go play.

And that ball? Where'd you steal it?

Let's go to the field! You chickenin' out?

- Yeah, let's go. - Good.

You lose. You're skins!

One, two, three, four...

Emerson, you're in the middle... You back, we two up front.

You wih me... You mid-field...

- And me? - You in back.

- Ok? Let's go guys!

- OK? - No boundaries.

- Whatever. - Macho style!

Get that shit outta here!

Our ball!

- Kick off! - Dammit!

Goaaaaaaaal!

- Dammit! - What happened?

- Last goal wins! - Okay!

Let's beat these jerks!

Okay, bring it back!

Goaaaaaaaal!

We lose! We lose! We lose!

- What's up with them? - Jerks!

Go home!

- OK, bye! - See ya buddy. - Bye, man.

- Bye, Feña. - Bye. - Bye, guys!

- Keep Walking -Stop it!

- Shit, the money? - Where'd you put it?

- I don't know. - Oh, man...

Damn, my mom's gonna kill me!

What a mess... And all just to play a game.

- Bye, Feña. I'm leaving. - Where to?

- What're you gonna do? - Nothing. Go home! It's too late.

- See ya' tomorrow. - Let me come.

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Don't you see we'll make it worse?

Don't follow me, you idiot.

Idiot, I told you to go... Go!

- Can I have some water? - There.

- Know what time it is? - Sure, it's a quarter to seven. - Thanks.

I just hope it's not stolen...

OVERTIME

PASSION OF CROWDS

To Win or to Win! The key to Glory

- Drop the anchor again. - Maybe it got cold.

No, it's always like this. Just like women.

All you can do is wait for it to pass.

So what now?

Head ashore, kid... We'll have to wait a while.

Plus, weather's gonna get bad.

Please, I gotta get to Mechuque early.

Hop off... Unless you wanna stay here all day.

I paid for a ride to Mechuque.

It won't start... What can I do, row you there?

Not my problem, you have to take me.

- Not mine either. - Alright, get off.

Excuse me, do you know is there any other boat coming here?

Not likely... Plus, it's Sunday.

- It'll be till the afternoon. - Till tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow!?

No way. No way I'm missing the game.

Listen, don't get worked up. You help us carry our load...

as it looks like Don Mario has forgotten us...

we'll let you watch the game.

Don't expect much, the house is small...

But the heart is big.

Really? You have a TV set?

- I'm telling you. - Does it work?

Of course it does. Beside, we're the only ones...

in these parts who have a TV.

Look, finally... I thought you'd forgotten.

With me having to haul the battery...

- How could I forget? - And the kid?

He's stuck... Verdún's engine's stopped again.

Hello... Francisco.

- Manuela Cerón. - Elcira Cerón.

Seems like he really likes football.

Carry this so you don't go empty handed.

Sight-seeing this time of year?

You can tell you're not from here.

I came here to visit my brother. He runs a salmon factory.

God asks less, and he forgives, Manuela.

- Where're you going? - Mechuque.

Do you live this far? With the gentleman?

No, just me and Elcira.

He's a neighbor, a friend of ours, all our...

...lives, and of our Papa...

- Where do you come from? - From Santiago.

Ah, the Continent.

Chile, Chile, Chile...

Stop it, asshole!

Shut up! Who's gonna hear you out here?

It's not so people hear. I'm just encouraging the team.

Do you think they would win?

Even dancing cueca would help...

Don't be a bird of bad omen, Ramiro.

Things change, we could qualify.

That's what pisses me off. Always playing last.

Got you with your heart in your hand.

See... It affects you too.

Even the biggest cynics get patriotic.

Am I right?

Stop it! Asshole!

- Man, what a freak! - Stop it!

Make yourself at home, Pancho.

- They must call you Pancho, right? - Yes, yes.

It's for Papa may he rest in peace.

- Francisco, give me a hand... - How does this work?

First thing's first. Give me a hand, then we'll do the TV.

- It's not my turn this time. - Not mine either.

Mine was last week. I missed the whole second half.

We'll just have to buck up. Just to see the Germans beat us.

Strange, that Elcira, eh?

Women... Who could figure them out.

That's it. I'm tired. You go on by yourselves.

He's pissed off now.

- Young man... Go cut some nalcas. - Some what?

You don't even know nalcas. Come.

Would our guest ever have tried chapaleles?

He looks like a first timer.

Don't be so filthy-minded. He could be your son.

But he's definitely not.

He sure is cute.

You're trying to say you didn't notice?

I don't know. I'm a bit worried. Wouldn't it be a sin?

- We just buried Papa. - How would it be a sin, girl?

And if it is? Who knows the way God sees it?

Well, if it is... Then you just have to repent!

Who repents is saved.

Look Manuela, when God wants to give you a bone, he'll bring it home

Here's half a Curanto.

And here's the other half.

Behave... We have a guest.

- Where's the master from? - The Capital.

Okay, take that to Don Mario.

And you... Always empty handed. Take the chapaleles

I'll be right back.

- Wine? - Thanks.

So? Made any moves on Elcirita, Don Mario?

Have some respect. She ain't your sister.

- Might as well be. - And now they need a man at home.

Time will tell. I'm pacient.

No thanks, seriously.

Don Mario, is there a radio to listen to the pre-game?

Man, are you ever impacient. It'll start soon.

- Wine male? - No, thanks.

Work your appetite before the curanto.

- No thanks, seriously I don't drink. - Anything against chilotes?

- To Chile. - To the selection.

- To the selection, cheers!

- Oh, it's you. - Who were you expecting?

I was thinking Elcira, are we gonna end up alone?

That's all you think.

You got René Cárdenas gaping at you like a fool.

At time last game he whispered to me: "Manuelita, my sweet"

You've gotten so rude. All this during the games doesn't seem.

You're jealous.

Thank God we can trust Cárdenas and Ramiro.

- They are friends. - Don't over do it.

Have you noticed women are always left aside...

when men watch football?

What can you do? It's the passion of the crowds.

This is the real passion of the crowds!

Wow! What a woman! Beautiful.

Grab this. Let's go... Move it.

- Careful. - Sure smells good.

The moon came out!

We're celebrating today!

Decisive match: Chile and Germany in the field.

Rummenigge, captain of the German team.

Figueroa, captain of the Chilean team.

- Help yourself, Rene. - It's ready. Thanks.

- Move Manuelita. - Excuse me.

- Put some pebre on it. - No, thanks.

Try it. you never know if you don't try.

- He's never done it? - Bout time he did.

Here's the mussels.

Come Pancho, have some mussels.

- The guy doesn't like mussels. - Maybe he'd like clams.

If Chile loses, we're out of the World cup.

That's the guy they call Mocoso.

- Moscoso. - Right, Mocoso. - Mos.

Then, Coso must be another one.

Chile's national anthem.

Standing already?

The most chilean of chileans in Chiloé.

- I was taught to have respect. - See any chilotes there?

Cárdenas, Mancilla, Cerón... they're all there.

- Have some chicha. No, thanks.

Have some.

Come to the table. It'll get cold.

Your pebre is very good, Manuelita.

We'll see if Chile can take the pressure.

Luis Santibáñez: Chile's coach. Looking worried, Don Lucho.

Chile needs emotion, faith.

Chile shots from way back. Minute 20. Still even to zero.

Valenzuela's got it.

Bonvallet

There goes Pato Yáñez.

Go, go, go!

Fast along Briegel...

No fair. That's a foul anywhere you go.

Anywhere in the world... Foul!

Mario Soto take it right. Now Foster, Littbarski...

German number 7, great maneuver!

Great pass before the chilean defense!

Who in uniforms look pretty neat.

Our guest's not eaten a pea...

he's hypnotized by the TV.

By the TVthat's what it's for. So take the guitar out the door.

I bet once I leave, they'll score on Chile.

Don't bring them bad luck.

Pretty rhymes, Manuelita.

Take it up, let's go. Elias Ricardo Figueroa.

They are the worst!

Want some? Give me your glass.

Zero to zero... Minute 30.

- What happened? - It always does it.

Move the wire.

It's not the TV, Don Mario.

It's not me. It's the wind and the rain.

It's a ball game! You take it so personally!

Don Mario. It's not the TV, it's the weather.

No, the battery is dirty, and it needs water.

Stop it, girl!

Heart of the frost, he left the farm...

Cold gaze, cold heart...

All the peasants hear the shepherd.

The most beloved. Of the boss man's daughter.

Because he loved her. Because he looked at her.

The master threw him out.

Don't worry, Pancho. It'll come back.

Poor traveler. How was he to noticed.

His beautiful daughter such a humble peasant.

Such a pretty maiden. Pretty as the stars.

Only in the gardens can she be found.

Her ancestors, the old...

Our guest doesn't like anything we offer.

Not the food, the music... Football is all he cares about.

- I do like the music. - Don't bug him!

- I'm not. I want him to join in. - Stop it.

Maybe he'll do one of those turist songs.

They're all the same.

Know that one? Or a team song. What's your favourite team?

- Colo. - Colo colo. How does it go?

Colo colo, Colo colo, the team that knows how to...

Now, my sweet, come over here. Come here, I won't bite.

Help me out here boys.

Over the glacier, through Tierra del fuego...

heart of frost, lost and Ionely went to find the gold...

Football! Football!

There's your football. Go sit down, girl.

Hey kid, turn it up.

Still 0 - 0. Germany drives in...

Careful... Don't let him shoot!

- Damn! - Goal germany!

Lucky bastard!

There's the bad luck you wanted!

Now it's my fault whatever happens on TV?!

There it is... There it is...

Come on Chile. Put it in!

Now's the time... Let's go.

Damn!

All we can do is wait.

It's not the first time, anyway.

The wind's strong. It's always the same.

- It'll come back on its own. - Fucking chilotes.

- You got a problem? - Stop it, guys!

- Not in the house... Calm down. - How dare you...

Have some cake, Pancho.

That's a month supply!

We have to give them something.

- It's for my saint's day! - Give it to me!

- It's turned into a bordello. - Pick that up!

Fanatics, these city guys.

Panchito!

Pancho! Come down!

Come down!

Careful... All this for a game!

Pancho, wait!

be careful, be careful!

Don't move, kid.

See anything?!

Nothing!

Nothing but dots!

- There! - That's it. Over there!

No, it's gone!

- Move it more to the right, man! - Careful.

There... Yeah, there! That'll do. come on in!

Here's the ladder!

Come on down. It's good now.

Come down, slowly!

It's ok now.

Be careful, Panchito.

Come down! It's good now.

Go back inside, girl, everything's alright!

Slowly, Pancho!

Oh, my God!

My God, are you alright? My Panchito.

You're freezing.

- I'm cold. - You'll be alright.

Manuelita.

You sing beautifully, Manuelita.

I know I do. But what good has it done me?

The score?

What's the score, damn it?

Come on, shitheads, what's the score!

Chile's playing well but this won't help them.

Germany's winning. Chile needs to tie it up.

Tie it up, that's it!

Come on, chilito lindo.

What a silly thing you've done, for God's sake.

Such a fanatic. You deserve to catch cold, by God!

Let's see. Let's take these things off.

Take it off.

Look how skinny you are!

- I'm in love, Manuelita. - With whom?

Who else is it gonna be? With you, Manuelita.

And why are you telling me this now?

Piss-faced german. Get outta there! Stop it!

Just touch them, Panchito. Touch them.

That's why god gave them to me.

You know I'm a good man, hard-working, decent.

I know that. You think I'm blind?

Are you saying you've been making eyes at me too?

You're making me very happy, Manuelita.

Very happy, even if the team is losing.

Now, damn it! That's it.

Soto to Moscoso, what a combination!

Get rid of it... go, go!

Let's go team! Tie it up!

That's it, Moscoso! Man, I love you, Chile.

Let's go Chile! Come on team!

That's it Moscoso! Moscoso! Moscoso!

Here it comes... GOAL!

Gustavo Moscoso, from lquique!

That leaves Chile in the World Cup.

When Chile was about to be eliminated...

"Don't Fall For That" is based in the "Puntero Izquierdo" tale of Mario Benedetti.

The monologue of the coach is a recreation of the song:

"Last Goal Wins" is based in "Cuando me Gustaba el Fútbol"

tale of RaúI Pérez.

"Passion of Crowds": original story from René Arcos and Andrés Wood

The song "Corazón de Escarcha" intepreted by

María Izquierdo is from Chilote Campos.