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Previously on The Trigger...

To play in the Champions League, we need to beat Galatasaray.

- The pressure is huge. - The pressure is the game.

And if there’s a search?

Many people want this land. Developers, institutions...

If they miss out on the Champions League, they’ll be bankrupt.

So you can buy the club and the land.

- I resign. - What?

The team can’t win unless I go.

The article shows he’s racist. You can’t say it’s not true.

- What about your private life? - I’m divorced.

Your reaction to seeing Marie on that show

is consistent with post-traumatic stress disorder.

It took you long enough.

I couldn't take it any more.

Going to work was hell on earth.

Working with me was hell on earth?

It was gloomy.

- The era was gloomy. - No more than any other.

You just need to see the positive and you couldn’t.

You were never very good at life.

Looks like that hasn’t changed.

There was no light-bulb moment.

You'd been at the hospital for about a month.

And something was different.

I started feeling better.

I was happy to get up in the morning.

I wanted to laugh. I felt pretty.

Like a Goth teen dressed in black at the beach

who suddenly wakes up and says “Shit!

“It’s hot outside, why am I wearing this crap?”

You see?

Go on.

When I realised I felt better because I wasn’t spending time with you,

felt a bit ashamed.

But since you want honesty, not that ashamed.

Being happy is never wrong.

A year later, when you left the hospital, you started over.

“End of the world, Winter is Coming, civil war...”

You said nothing.

Sam...

You’d wander the streets and come back shattered.

You were like a robot. How could I tell you?

So yes, I ran out.

To protect you.

I went to the country with Mathieu.

Remember him? Sure you do.

That great shag from our hangout. We lived on a farm for three months.

But you can’t live off cock and goat’s cheese for ever.

You left out of cowardice, not to protect me.

Not easy to quantify.

Let’s say 70% to protect you, 30% cowardice.

After that, I ghostwrote confessional memoirs for morons.

A Star Academy winner and a teenage radio host.

Horrible.

Acting classes were my only joy.

I worked on a one-woman show, but it was no good.

One more middle-class left-winger

with the same targets, the right wing, big bosses.

But the contact with the public... You can’t imagine the thrill.

The spotlights, the stage...

Even with only ten people, the adrenaline rush was mad.

Right.

So you said “Hey, I’m going to become a Nazi.”

No. At some point, I found my character.

The sexy, loudmouthed reactionary redhead.

Ave Marie!

You’re saying it’s an act? Don’t fuck with me.

Look where we are. It’s a show. A show tuned for a certain audience.

It’s a market segment.

- The left does it too. - They believe in what they say.

For an artist, there’s inevitably some of you in your characters.

But ideals come second. I’m into what sells.

I don’t believe a word. You want power.

Four hours of sleep for peanuts? No, thank you.

You want power. And you’d set society on fire to get it.

On the contrary.

I channel its violence.

Like using party masks to let off steam.

My show is a place to let off steam. Should be tax deductible.

- And our surveys? - Good old qualitative surveys!

What’s that supposed to mean?

They were wrong.

We checked. You talked first about civil war.

That was before the Bataclan attacks.

What happened after? Nothing.

Civil war didn’t break out and never will.

People are cowards. They won’t risk their lives.

And civil war with what?

We don’t have guns in France. For a civil war, you need guns.

The French love insulting each other anonymously on Facebook.

But then they go back to their couch and TV shows.

People are consumers.

They want an ice-maker fridge, rose wine and a new barbecue.

Qualitative research is entirely an interpretation of data.

The analyst’s mood is automatically mirrored.

Your surveys contain your whole personality.

Your pessimism, your darkness, your doom-mongering, your paranoia.

The problem isn’t my show or the era or public opinion.

It’s you, Sam.

- Marie, two-minute call. - Hear them?

THE TRIGGER

It’s hard, but good. You confronted your ghost.

You know her game. She’s a narcissistic product of the times.

- Preferable to Trump... - She’s right.

It’s paranoia.

I’m sick, Tristan.

Very sick.

Guillaume. Got a minute? Listen here...

You can do it, Guillaume.

You’ll do it. You’ll succeed.

You’ll qualify for the League.

You know the guys. You know the game plans.

You were my assistant. You know the job, you’ve got this.

I hope so. Thanks, Pascal.

Got your starting line-up? I was watching Galatasaray.

When they play big clubs, they cluster in the centre.

You need to put Fode midfield.

Playing box-to-box. Well protected by our line of three.

And by two guys who do the dirty work.

Okay, got it.

And watch out for their right full-back.

He always sneaks through...

- You need a feisty left-winger.

- For example, Joncour. - I have to go, Pascal.

One week, guys. One week before Galatasaray.

To advance, we need to beat them.

We’re better technically,

but the mindset makes the difference.

And right now you’re the centre of attention.

The press, controversies... It throws you off.

You need to clear your minds.

This is a fresh start.

Focus on the match. Okay, exercises by positions.

Take a vest.

Defenders, yellow. Midfielders, blue. Forwards, green.

No, Fode. Forward.

I said a fresh start. A fresh start!

I want to see perfect passes!

Keep moving and offer solutions.

Did Adam mention coming home?

He won’t talk.

But he wants to stay with me.

I’ll tell him he doesn’t have a choice.

- No, don’t force him. - Hey, the decision’s not his.

He’s twelve years old. And I have lots of stuff going on.

- He needs you right now, Michael. - He needs his mum too.

- Are you still there? - Can I ask you a question?

- Of course. - Why did you leave me?

- What a question! It wasn’t working out.

Why? There’s no “why”, it was...

Of course there was, be honest.

I don’t know.

At one point, at home... it wasn’t working out.

You were... You know what I mean, right?

No.

Sam, you’d become sort of bleak.

But that was long ago. It doesn’t mean...

Thanks, Michael.

We’ve understood you’re pleased, Mr Deputy.

But a raid at Racing Club one week before a key game,

isn’t that biased treatment?

No, it’s not biased treatment.

In an inquiry, the employer’s offices are searched.

The law does not follow sports agendas.

I was criticised when I pressed charges.

But Mr Thiam’s hearing proved I was right.

And he didn’t show up alone. Let’s see the images.

There you go. Here, with Kenza Chelbi.

Her hobby is insulting France.

By appearing with her, Mr Thiam shows us

that the blow to his coach was an act of racism.

He is a political activist.

An anti-French political activist, a separatist, an indigenist.

So for me...

We should've called the cops. I’m sorry, it’s my fault.

- I was scared. - Are you kidding?

From the start, it’s been my fault, not yours.

- We’ll get through this. - How?

Kenza wants to see me.

I’ll tell her that from now on, football is all I talk about.

I can get a transfer. We’ll go to England or somewhere sunny.

We’ll leave.

Do you trust me?

- I love you. - I love you too, sweetheart.

He called you an indigenist. What’s that?

No idea.

Indigenists compare the status of blacks and Arabs

with that of the colonial era.

And?

They consider the comparison an insult to France.

But for them, being black or Arab is an insult to France.

- Almost there. - No journalists, right?

Relax, you won’t be seen with the evil indigenist.

That’s not it, but this isn’t easy.

- I’m no activist. - I told you, the search was for show.

They are panicking over Terret.

- “They” who? - Those who have privileges to lose.

Mainly, 50-year-old white men with fat assets.

Ready for the big game? The radio said you’re playing forward.

So I hear.

Shit.

Local kids made it. You see?

Fighting is worth it.

Look at your new coach.

He understood that putting blacks in midfield was racist.

Or else he just got scared.

But for you, it’s the same. You cast off your chains.

Football and activism are not distinct.

Everything is political.

Everything.

I love this one.

What’s so funny?

It’s a TikTok challenge. Hilarious.

Kinsky wants the right to bear arms to fight anti-white racism!

She’s now being demolished.

- She wants what? - The right to bear arms.

- No way. - Hang on, here’s a winner.

50 and no AK? Loser!

- Go back to TikTok. - You know... Look at that!

Shit. She’s taking a beating.

How are you, honey?

Have a nice day.

Goodnight, sweetie.

She’s dead

Marie Kinsky shoots herself in the foot

Some break into your homes at night

and thrash you for your savings.

Some trap you in public transport.

Harassers, gropers,

rapists.

There are zombies on crack who follow you in parks with knives.

Crooks who steal, who terrorise your kids

and entire neighbourhoods.

Traffickers of scooters, cars and wristwatches

violently attack you in broad daylight.

And some

simply because you met their gaze,

because you’re a dirty toubab,

pounce and murder you like savages.

Effective, huh?

Don’t worry, it’s only blanks.

In 92% of cases, there’s no need to fire.

Simply showing a firearm scares off your attacker.

Those are the stats.

You’re quieter than usual.

What’s going on?

Oh, no! The man in blue...

Did I shock you?

But give me one minute to explain

why the right to bear arms is the best solution.

We can’t have one policeman for each citizen.

Or you’d need to pay lots more taxes.

And when I say lots, I mean lots.

- Want to pay more? - No.

I didn’t think so. Me neither.

Kinsky’s trademark is provocation.

Always taking it up a notch.

So eventually she messed up.

Watch the internet tear her to shreds and rejoice.

What if it wasn’t a mistake?

- What if it was Overton? Remember? - Excuse me?

The Overton window.

The ideas that the public is willing to consider and accept.

Obviously, there are levels.

An idea can be “radical”,

“acceptable”,

“reasonable”,

or “popular”.

And when it reaches the bottom, it becomes a law.

Everything outside is taboo.

- Unthinkable. - Bearing arms isn’t inside.

That’s her strategy. Widen the window.

- Bring it inside. - She’d come off as mad.

No one wants mass killings like in the States.

- What about cannibalism? - What?

- Cannibalism. Are you anti? - Of course.

It’s taboo. But imagine a famine and you find a corpse.

- You’d have to eat human flesh. - That’s gross.

If you kill no one and it’s to survive

it’s justified, the moral angle shifts.

- That’s... - It’s no longer taboo.

“Unthinkable” shifts. The window grows.

You launch an inadmissible idea

and radical ideas seem more acceptable.

Marie wants arms for all. Unthinkable!

So we temper it with a clean slate and psychological assessment.

And everything changes. We move from taboo to radical.

And continue down the ladder until it’s law.

What do you think?

- But why? - To cause a civil war.

- She even told me so. - She said that?

That if the Bataclan didn’t spark one, nothing would.

- Makes sense. - She said a civil war needed arms.

That’s the missing link. I’m so mad at myself.

My work was biased due to paranoia?

I fell into her trap. She wanted me to crack up again.

Do you think I’m crazy

No, but I’d forgotten about Overton.

I need to integrate the concept. It’s huge.

And?

I’m not saying you’re wrong.

But when a long-time enemy is destroyed, it takes time to realise it.

We think they’re faking death or whatever.

The fear of winning is common.

Your reunion was so violent, it’s normal you’re shaken.

Yes, maybe.

Sam...

She’s dead.

Honestly.

Okay? Trust me, she’s dead.

The Outermost Limits

Fuck, it’s midnight. Where’s that article?

I bet I could write it myself.

“Storm at Racing after search during Fode investigation.

“Oh my, we’re so shocked!

“And right before Galatasaray.”

And they claim to back French clubs.

Bunch of arseholes.

Here!

What?

“Exclusive info says if Racing loses,

“the club will be sold to escape bankruptcy.

- “Mr Marens was maybe only a short...” - I can read.

That vulture wants to throw us off and buy us out.

Piece of shit.

Piece of shit.

Quantitative research isn’t my thing, but you...

Thank you.

You’re the exception that proves the rule.

What do you need?

One question with a panel of at least 5000 and it’s urgent.

- A large sample. What’s the question? - Kinsky’s idea.

- The right to bear arms. - I know the answer, 80% against.

- I need a qualitative too. - You want a qualitative?

Let’s say I’m snowed under.

In that case, we’ll do our best.

I’ll call you when I have the results.

- Call Tristan, it’s his dossier. - Okay, fine.

Thanks.

- If the banks support us... - They’ve been on my back since 9 a.m.

Mourad's agent wants to take Monaco's offer.

We sell nothing. We beat Galatasaray, end of story.

Can we talk a minute?

Francois, now’s the time to negotiate the club’s sale.

No.

It’s the worst condition to prepare fora match.

I love my club. Vernay only wants the property.

He’d kill it. We have to win.

- Why make his move now? - I’m not stupid. To make us lose.

I don’t think so. And I’m not stupid either.

- What are your chances of winning?

- I don’t know. 10 or 20% max. - 10 or 20 isn’t zero.

You agree, you can still win. The uncertainty of sport.

A goalpost, a penalty kick...

Guys like Vernay hate uncertainty. He wants to eliminate the risks.

That’s why he gave them the story.

It’s an invitation. He wants to negotiate now.

Negotiating now costs him more.

Considering his fortune, he doesn’t care.

- I think he’d give you a good price. - There is no good price.

- Why isn’t Sam here? - Sam is on an important case.

- More important than Racing? - Certainly not.

I brief her twice a day.

If your sole strategy is winning, Sam’s not much of a striker.

I want Sam.

I need an explanation. I don’t understand.

You wanted Marens to sell before the game?

Why not?

He invested 60 million for the love of football. An expensive toy.

As long as his toy works, he’ll keep it.

You should've waited to reveal your hand.

You’d have been the club’s saviour, not an eager vulture.

But I’m not the source of the leak.

That’s wonderful news. You move from “guilty” to “victim”.

Now you’re one of the poor French people who must sell what’s dearest to them.

- It’s fabulous. - If we lose, I need to find 30 million.

- It’s doable. - I’m less optimistic than you.

Me, optimistic? That’s a first.

When we had dinner, you told me about a book.

Nick Hornby’s Fever Pitch.

You said that the guy who devoted his life to Arsenal

was you with Racing.

It was me.

- You really love this life? - Yes.

You wouldn’t rather sail off with 50 million euros,

free of journalists and the Finance Commission?

It’s dumb, but no.

And to keep your life, would you share power?

What power?

Everything. Transfers, investors...

No, I’ll share nothing with Vernay.

- Not Vernay, the gardeners. - Gardeners?

Gardeners, supporters, secretaries, players, sponsors.

Make Racing a cooperative?

- Isn’t it wonderful? - I’m not so sure.

You’ll tell them a dream story.

A democratic cooperative united by the love of football

is fighting to survive against the capitalist vulture Vernay.

Opposing models, David and Goliath.

France will love it.

I’m not so sure.

You know who you remind me of?

A Gothic teen at the beach. Get moving or it’s a surefire depression.

That’s right.

Okay, let’s look at the figures.

Say I let supporters buy into the club. Racing has 25,000 members.

If we set membership at 50 euros, that makes a million.

- We’re short ten million. - You’re thinking of a takeover plan.

You see an Excel spreadsheet with columns of figures.

It’s no fun, it lacks sex appeal.

Not you, Francois, Excel.

- Don’t worry. - I’m not saying you’re sexy.

- I get it. - Okay.

Your strength is the dream story. David and Goliath.

That’s your popular mobilisation.

The more democratic you are, the more support you’ll find.

Investors, municipalities and sponsors will want to join.

The club will be a rallying symbol, a club of resilience.

Like the Corinthians.

The Sao Paulo soccer club in Brazil in the early 80s.

Completely self-governed. It was called “Corinthians’ Democracy”.

Players voted for everything from strategy to wages.

The exact opposite to the military dictatorship in power.

People identified. There was a swell of support.

It’s even said that they brought down the dictatorship.

On the pitch, it was pure joy and happiness.

Ze Maria, Walter Casagrande, Wladimir...

And Socrates. An amazing mind. The guy was a medical doctor.

He looked like Che Guevara with smallpox.

He could score and make assists.

Socrates, the best. It was a dream, another era.

Yes, but that’s the struggle. Era versus era.

But Fode and the team belong to theirs.

David and Goliath and cooperatives are light years away from their reality.

But they’ll be fired up Wednesday.

The article pissed them off. They’d rather die on the pitch.

Stakes play out on the field. It could bring in 30 million in 90 minutes.

- 30 million! - Francois, I meant...

No, thank you. This really helped, honestly.

Thanks.

You coming

Tonight is Racing’s big night.

The club has its qualifier for the Champions League.

This game is truly a “knock-out match."

For tonight the club is fighting both to win the Champions League

and to save their boss, Francois Marens.

PARIS RACING CLUB

Hello, Tristan. I have the results from your survey.

The quantitative survey is clear.

The French are 77% against arms. But the qualitative is odd.

I double-checked with a second group to rule out subjectivity.

Now I understand your interest.

- What’s the outcome? - Kinsky’s idea shocks people.

But behind their indignation, you find a temptation to transgress.

More astonishing yet, the group is mixed, socially and culturally.

Workers, professionals... It’s completely transpartisan.

It reminds me of the 2005 referendum on the European Constitution.

Quantitative survey was 78% “yes”. But not the qualitative.

You know the outcome. People voted 54% “no”.

Listen,

if I were you, I’d have Sam investigate further.

- Okay? - All right.

- Thanks for calling. - No problem, take care.

To arms, citizens!

To arms, citizens!

Fabulous ambiance from Parisian supporters

who’ve awaited this game for weeks if not years!

Enjoy the show and we’ll be back for kick-off.

I came to watch the game.

Honestly, there’s not much.

Kinsky memes are still buzzing but nothing more.

I said to watch for weak signals, I don’t care about memes.

- Well? - There’s this, but...

“All citizens have the right to bear arms and use them.

Astonishing, right?

It’s taken from the preparatory works for the 1791 Constitution

and was meant to be part of Articlel 0.

So you ask “Why isn’t it there?”

The answer is obvious, liberalised arms would make society violent.

Well no, it’s the opposite.

It’s not in our first constitution

because it was so obvious, there was no need.

Lower the sound.

History is like a science.

This transforms the topic into a scientific question.

And if it’s scientific,

the debate is no longer taboo.

We go from “unthinkable” to “radical”.

- Thinking of Overton? - I don’t know yet.

He’s an old history teacher. There's 600 views.

Why does it say 4742?

This is new, Fode Thiam is positioned as a forward.

Under Terret he played box-to-box.

This is a big decision.

Okay. Game over.

Defeat.

Elimination.

- Filthy traitor. - Who?

- My ex-assistant. I told him what to do. - What would you have done?

Fode in box-to-box, with Joncour on the side.

Then why didn’t you?

Sorry, Pascal, but no one fired you.

I lost the players. Same thing.

Did you ask them what they thought?

People say guns cause mass shootings.

- We never talk about the lives they save.

In 2016, a man opened fire and an armed citizen shot him.

- But it’s rare. - The same in New Orleans.

An armed citizen shot a delinquent who was firing at bikers.

Imagine if there'd been armed citizens at cafes near the Bataclan.

Events might have been different.

Tell us are you for or against arms?

Racing counter-attacks.

Beltrami loses the ball and falls for a dummy pass.

Assist and goal!

The Turks are already leading 1-0!

This opening game is a nightmare for Racing...

The slogan “empty the prisons” seems relevant.

Indeed, prisoners locked up for drug trafficking

are punished twice.

We've lost Kenza to the new opium of the people, football.

- I’m watching Fode. - That’s the problem.

- Fode’s a problem? - He’s rich and famous, fine.

He brings visibility, fine.

Everything’s fine, fine.

Racing’s players are struggling, Fode Thiam is alone on the pitch...

I checked with Mehdi and Justine. It’s Overton.

I’m driving into Paris. Pick me up at the stadium.

- Shit. - It’s 2-0!

Fuck!

- I’m sorry. - For?

Overton. It sounded too crazy.

It is crazy. Keep it quiet or people will think you’re mad.

I’m used to it, but it’s insulting at first.

Still talking to Barnet?

The minister? You were right, he’s a flake.

Shit. Then we’re on our own?

Where do you place your punchline to a client?

At the end.

Remember Marie’s last words before her gunshots?

“Because you’re a dirty toubab, they murder you like savages.”

With the fake aggressor in Fode’s jersey.

Her story spoke of civil war.

And in this story, Fode’s headbutt was the trigger.

If we want to stop Overton, we need to delete that image.

It’s the image that moulded minds.

So we must repair the club.

The club? The club is...

Oh, fuck.

Question! Will Francois Marens sell?

Once I have the answers, you’ll know.

We’ll hold a conference.

Excuse us.

I prepared this for the press.

I said no cooperative.

You’ll let Vernay kill your club?

I should have sold before. Now I’ll be fleeced.

Calling on fans is a great idea.

With them, you might raise the funds.

I’m not a beggar.

You want me to give the press my sob story and pass the hat around?

A boss who sponges off others is a shit.

Or a visionary.

Imagine passing the hat with Fode and Pascal.

You mend the fabric where it tore. Founding a cooperative is not begging.

You’re raising funds for a future giant on the Nasdaq.

Well, I don’t see Pascal.

Because he’s in my car.

Excuse me?

He wasn’t the hardest one to convince.

Yes, guys, it was a defeat. It’s not the first or last.

It’s football. Win or lose, you did your job.

You know what my job is? My job is the club’s form.

If you’ve read the papers, it’s messy.

Why?

I invested every cent in the new stadium

so we wouldn’t be screwed each transfer season.

But without the Champions League, we’re done for. Game over.

So logically, I should sell.

There’s a buyer, Vernay.

If I sell, I recover half my money.

But Racing is over.

Because Vemay doesn’t care about the club. He wants the future stadium’s land.

There might be a solution, but we all need to be on board.

“I won’t give in, I won’t sell.

“Because for thousands of supporters, Racing is our heritage.

“It represents love, fraternity and solidarity.

“No finance vulture has rights over a victory celebration

“or the mourning of a defeat.”

Shit, I got goosebumps.

That’s why I sold the Vernay scoop.

I said he wanted the club to lose to buy them out.

David and Goliath needed a foundation.

- Will it be fan ownership like Barca? - Exactly like Barca.

Can anyone here say Barca is shit or a racist club?

Everyone dreams of Barca. It’s a worldwide reference.

When I bought the club, we were Third Division.

We made Division Two and lost the playoffs.

Following season, we made Division One.

They said “Division One isn’t for you. You’ll never stay."

Season one, No. 11. Coupe de France quarter finals.

Season two, No. 9! French League finals!

Season three, No. 3! Victory at the Parc des Princes!

Who’s ashamed? Sofiane, are you ashamed?

Moussa, are you ashamed? Kevin, are you ashamed?

No, because we should be proud of what we’ve accomplished.

Proud! We’re proud!

If we succeeded, it’s because we had a great coach.

Racing had a great coach.

We had a great coach.

Terret took us to where we are today.

And he’s the one to take us higher.

In a cooperative, everyone decides.

I want to carry on, but only with Pascal.

Or else I sell. Your choice.

Is that clear, guys?

Is that clear?

Like you say, think it over.

This is crazy!

We’ve been here for hours. We’ve been waiting for hours.

What are they doing? Where are they?

They’re talking.

They’ll explain everything at the meeting.

- Who are you? - I’m Samuelle Berger.

Pleased to meet you. That’s Samuelle with “e-l-l-e.”

- I work with Mr Marens. - Okay.

He asked me to give you some good news.

When it comes to good news, it’s pretty high up.

Bring food for the journalists. They’ll stay longer on full stomachs.

See you.

- There was no expression on his face. - Who? Fode?

That doesn’t mean anything.

He didn’t support Pascal before.

He didn’t want to play box-to-box.

The new coach made him a forward and they lost. Fode’s not stupid.

Pizza, hot-dogs, sandwiches.

I can’t hear a thing. They’re too far from the door.

And someone’s bouncing a ball.

That’s a good sign, it means... they’re thinking hard.

- They’re tempted. - Yeah.

Fuck it, I’m going in.

No, Francois.

Wait.

You need to trust them. Believe me.

The senile history teacher has 39,000 views.

We must retort fast.

Kinsky’s plan is Overton.

Guns scare people. A cooperative is hope.

What’s more contagious than fear? Hope.

- That’s the gamble. - We’re done.

You’re not leaving? They’re almost done.

We have lives too, come on.

I promise you an exclusive interview with Marens. No time limit.

Besides, dessert is coming.

Only one goes, he tires.

And he’s left a gap. So what do they do?

Draw him in and create a way through.

Then if the centre-forward isn’t my granny, they go all the way.

Cooperatives rely on conviction and discussion.

Like your Corinthians and Socrates.

That’s autosuggestion. I’m 53 years old.

I love football but I’m not a kid.

You owe me the truth.

Do you believe?

And you’re an optimist.

The restaurant where I ran out on you...

When you called me back, I wanted to suggest meeting there.

It was my way

of telling you that I had a nice time.

Then why didn’t you?

I don’t know.

It wasn’t necessarily a pleasant memory for you.

I was afraid of annoying you.

You know what annoys me?

Is how formal we still are.

- You sounded more intimate earlier. - Me? No.

- When I was about to leave. - Really? You sure?

Racing’s management indicated that in seconds...

I hear someone coming.

I see someone... Incredible!

How are you? Everyone okay?

Yes!

The food was good?

It was Pascal who chose the caterer.

Thanks, Pascal!

Everyone, it’s late so here’s a bedtime story.

You ever hear of Corinthians’ Democracy?

Some of you have.

I won’t give in, I won’t sell.

Because for thousands of supporters, Racing is our heritage.

It represents love, fraternity and solidarity.

The joys of victory and pains of defeat are not for sale.