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1 In the beginning was the water.

And then the land.

Lowland that wouldn't be called the Netherlands for a long time.

And people, of course.

Or, actually, various peoples. No surprise there.

Friesians, Batavi, Zeelanders, Brabanders.

And a lot more.

One of them was even a prince. Upside down.

William of Orange. That's where it started.

Under his command, we defeated the Spanish.

Because this wasn't a bad place to be.

Although the water always put a bit of a damper on it.

But together we also defeated that enemy.

That's how the lowland became the Netherlands.

A people united under one flag.

And one national color: Orange.

So...

They say we're sober people.

Except when there's something to celebrate.

Like in '88.

People went crazy.

And with every lost championship after that, it became worse...

...and worse...

...and worse.

But just admit it: the more often you lose...

...the bigger the dream.

Right?

ORANGE CRAZY

Funny...

Come on, mutt, I haven't got all day.

June 14, 2010

Mr. Henk? - What do you want?

I wanted to ask... Those flags.

What about them?

They're quite noisy.

Aren't you an Orange fan?

Yes, I am. - OK, then.

They keep my wife awake.

Fine, I'll remove those flags. - Thank you. Thanks.

As soon as you unscrew that satellite dish.

Deal?

Roy van Leer: Arsenal's top scorer.

The question is: What can he mean for Orange?

We'll know in a couple of hours.

The first group match at the world cup in South Africa.

In sweltering Johannesburg against Denmark.

Are you nervous?

If only you knew. I woke up at 5.45 with a knot in my stomach this big.

It's just a marriage. You can always get a divorce.

I'm talking about the game. OK, grandma?

Mikey?

We have a problem.

Honey, come outside. I didn't mean it like that.

You're gorgeous. - No, I'm not going.

Let me. You go downstairs. - I only said something about the dress.

Why? What's wrong with the dress?

Hey, princess...

Come out for a minute. - No.

Go away.

Don't you want to get married?

Yes, I do. - Well, then you'll have to come out.

Come on, honey, or we'll miss the kickoff.

Listen...

I know what the line-up is.

Is Robben playing? - No.

Sweetie, what is it? - My mom says I look like a pumpkin.

No, you don't. How come?

Well?

Do I look like a pumpkin?

I could just eat you.

Really? - Yeah.

So I don't look ridiculous? - Of course not.

The entire Netherlands is in orange.

Nothing ridiculous about that, is there? - No.

I'm coming, guys-

Honey... - Nice, huh?

He was able to walk around at home without being noticed.

Even less than a lamp that moved briefly when the door opened.

He had become a lodger in her house.

Alone with you

There you go. - Thank you.

Would you mind signing this one as well?

Could you write 'For Evelien'? It's for my daughter.

But it isn't my novel. This one is by Jan Wolkers.

Is he here too?

No. Jan Wolkers is dead. Has been for a few years.

So how is he able to sign this book?

There you go.

Dear Father who art in heaven...

...l don't think You exist. At least, I have my doubts.

But should You exist...

...l'd like to ask you for a baby.

I don't care if it's a boy or a girl.

But I prefer a girl.

The Netherlands is in the stadium in Johannesburg...

...where they're going to play against Denmark.

After a disappointing world cup in 2006...

...it has to happen now in 2010 for Bert van Marwijk's men.

Yes! We are!

Huh? Aren't we?

Aren't we...

Oh, fuck. Yeah, I see now.

I have a minute before the guys get here. - Duco, we have to tackle it differently.

Isn't there only one way?

I googled 'sperm'. - Gross.

There are several factors that negatively influence the quality.

Pollution, smoking, alcohol, drugs and masturbation.

Babe, I haven't had a joint for months.

I don't wear tight underpants. I jump carefully on my bike.

What else do you want? - Not doing the other thing for a month?

Believe me, I have to do it on command so often, I don't feel like...

I mean alcohol.

What?

Now? During the world cup?

Honey, maybe you should let go for now.

I mean, we can get pregnant any month.

Becoming a world champion only happens every four years.

This is important to me. - Yeah.

And soccer is important to me.

The pope even called it the most important unimportant...

He doesn't have kids. - You only want to get pregnant...

...because you have no hobbies.

Merel... Merel, sweetie, sorry.

Idiots.

Hey, Merel.

Attack!

If you don't shoot, you can't score.

According to a famous philosopher.

And that's precisely what Janice did four years ago...

...when Orange lost to Portugal.

She put her arm...

...around the man next to her in the stadium...

...who was bawling like a child.

Right?

Nah. - And that proves...

...the other famous statement:

For every disadvantage there's an advantage.

Are you OK? - There's only one moment...

...when you can get on time.

Otherwise you're too early or too late.

And that's why I'd like to hand this over...

...to the professional. Thank you.

Give each other your right hand.

I'm De Boer.

Janice Jalink, do you take Michael Johan Willem de Boer...

...to be your lawfully wedded husband?

And do you faithfully promise to fulfill your duties as stated by law?

How do you answer?

YES.

And Michael Johan Willem de Boer...

Michael?

Michael? What's wrong?

Hey, come on, man, or we'll miss the game.

Michael, hey... Don't drop me today.

Jesus. Honey, please...

Stop filming. - No, this is good.

I don't want it. It's sad.

Do something. Please, help!

Hey, are you coming to watch upstairs? - Yep.

No, stop.

Sorry. Can I do something for you? - Leave me alone.

I'm Leon.

What's your name? - Eva.

Eva, look around you.

Think about everything you'd miss. No, no, no, look at the houses.

Or the sky.

Your friends. - I don't have any friends.

Of course you do. Everyone has friends.

Even I have friends.

We're going to watch the world cup.

Hey, great idea.

Let's watch it together.

H VOL! jump now...

...you'll never know if we won.

I think we stand a great chance this time.

Last time we didn't get any further than the eighth final.

But that's what's so wonderful. Yesterday's losers are today's winners.

There's always hope.

Please?

You don't want me to die, do you?

Closing up already?

What kind of service is that on a day like today?

I have to be on time for the game. - It's in 30 minutes.

I won't survive without my smokes.

All right, because it's you.

They simply refuse to hang something up.

They should make it mandatory. - What, Henk?

Something orange in front of the house.

Just pay some tribute to the country you live in.

I'm about to close.

Here, it's new. You can bet on the games.

Tribute to your wallet.

I never win anything anyway.

Careful, she bites. - Get away from the dog.

OK, fill it out. What will be the outcome of the Netherlands-Denmark?

Why ask me? You might as well ask the dog.

Funny, how often will the Netherlands score?

And Denmark?

Nothing. Well, there's your score. 2-0, write it down. I'll stick to my smokes.

Funny predicts 2-0 for the Netherlands. - Then I'll play.

See you, man.

Grandpa wants to bet.

Guys, it's about to start. Go and get the neighbors.

Is dad going to watch? - I'm afraid so.

Can't you send him away? - Didi!

He ruins it for everyone. - It won't be that bad.

He promised he won't say anything silly.

83,500 spectators.

Did you know that in ancient China in 2690 BC people played soccer already?

But instead of a rubber ball they used the head of an enemy.

Didi...

Honey, why don't you go downtown? There must be a good movie somewhere.

Yes, dad.

No, there are only chick flicks during the world cup.

Well, then go to the office to work. - No inspiration. Writer's block.

Or go and do something useful like the laundry.

Isn't the washer broken? - Go to the laundromat.

Laundromat, ha ha.

Adam, you're ruining our fun.

Right.

Don't let the lion down.

Twenty-four new friends.

No thanks, I'm fine.

What?

Merel... We want to get pregnant and Merel just wants...

Incredible.

The world cup is about to start and he isn't allowed any booze.

Where's your shirt, by the way?

Underneath here.

You're lying.

Where's your fucking lucky shirt, man? - Underneath here.

Show me. - OK.

It's pink. - Something went wrong in the laundry.

It was your fucking lucky shirt.

How can we become world champion if the three of us don't wear orange?

Fuck, the kickoff.

Hey, my hat. - All three of us in orange. Stop whining.

May!

Any good?

The book, 'Alone With You'. - So-so.

Nowhere near as good as his first novel: Moonlight Sonata. It was wonderful.

Some writers have said it all the first time and then it dries up.

And he's no good at depicting women.

Sorry, I didn't notice before.

How stupid. Sorry, I...

Moonlight Sonata was really beautiful.

I've read it three times.

Even though I can't depict women. - No, but that's difficult.

I mean, I don't even understand myself.

You're right, though.

My first novel was better.

And men aren't as complicated.

See what I mean. - So what about you?

You're a man. - I'm the exception to the rule.

I hate soccer.

Via his hack and the inside of the post...

...Poulsen scores in his own goal. 1-0 for the Netherlands.

Does Eva live here?

Eef, it's for you.

Is she here? - Third door on the right.

Eva?

It's me, Leon.

The guy from the roof.

The game has started. I said we might...

Go away.

The Netherlands-Denmark might not... - Go away.

Is she doing all right? - I don't know. All she does is cry.

Sneijder ready to take the ball and it's passed to him.

Turns, shoots.

On the post!

Too bad.

Orange can use a goal at this point in the game.

Would be a great start.

Elia. Elia possesses the ball. Goes into the penalty area.

Passes the keeper. The post!

Dirk Kuyt taps it in, anyway!

The first three points. 2-0.

What am I to do?

Look at it this way: It would have been worse if you'd already been married.

Now you're not stuck with anything. - Mom...

I mean it in a positive way.

Mrs. Jalink, he's awake. You can go and see him.

Hey, honey. - What's the score?

What's the score?

How am I supposed to know?

Janice? - Yes?

Good afternoon.

De Ruyter.

Hello, doctor.

Well, we found it. You have an atrial septal defect.

That's a small hole between two ventricles...

...which causes the right one to grow larger and therefore has to work harder.

Is that bad?

Well, because you're in class 3 heart failure...

...a transplant is the only option. There are huge waiting lists.

You have to be very cautious until then.

Try to avoid exertion and excitement as much as possible.

All of it? - As much as possible.

So no...

...you know...

...a nice round... - Of soccer.

The world cup just started. - I know.

2-0 for the Netherlands. - Really? Did you hear that?

We were going on a honeymoon to South Africa.

We have tickets for the Netherlands-Japan. - You're not allowed to fly.

And if soccer means that much to you, it's better to avoid the world cup.

Good luck.

Oh, right. If you're looking for someone for the tickets...

No.

Avoid the world cup? It's everywhere.

We'll find a place.

We should start a discussion group.

With other soccer haters.

I don't know any other soccer haters.

Then it's just the two of us.

Every time the Netherlands plays we meet.

Here, in the laundromat.

Look at this.

Et tu, Brute? - It's Duco's.

Duco? - My boyfriend.

I don't know what it is, but every time it's about soccer...

...his IQ drops to the level of a Neanderthal.

The same happens to my kids.

And my wife. It's very infectious.

Won.

Dirk Kuyt gets us the first three points.

The Netherlands-Denmark, final score 2-0.

Wow, I was completely engrossed.

You weren't in the line-up. Disappointed? - No.

It was the choice of the national coach. He preferred Van Persie.

We have a number of weapons. So use them at the right moments.

The most important thing is that we won with 2-0.

Right, 2-0.

You were right, mutt.

Michael! Jesus!

Stop filming. - No, this is good.

I don 't want it. It's sad.

'It's sad'? - He had a heart attack.

And then you performed CPR. - I took a course.

Anja... - It's Jennifer.

You're a journalist. And a true journalist observes.

Imagine what a great metaphor this would have been for the Dutch soccer team...

...that always stumbles at its peak.

What do I always say?

Eyes open and...

And?

Heart closed. - Eyes open, heart closed.

Here, feel.

Closed. Locked. Fermé. Geschlossen.

I'll give you one more chance, Anja. - Jennifer.

Eyes open, heart closed.

Honey, it's useless now. My next ovulation is in two weeks.

Did I pass up all that beer for nothing?

You really didn't drink anything? - Not a drop.

OK, just for a minute then.

Nice hat.

Can that hat come off?

No, it can't.

National interest.

Duc, take it off. - Not possible.

Not possible. It's a lucky hat.

Why? Because the Netherlands won? - Yes.

For how long are you planning to wear it? - A month or something.

Is it because I threw that smelly lucky shirt in the laundry?

The guys wear a shirt for the entire world cup. Isn't this more hygienic?

Then ask them if they want to screw you this month.

Then we can't get pregnant.

We'll see.

'Turkish Delight'

When's the Netherlands playing again?

In five days. Why?

Just asking.

Then I know when I have to leave. - You don't have to if you don't want to.

The attic's fine too.

Hell, no.

Zaningi, that soccer player is after me.

Keep going, Roy, keep going.

Son of God in heaven, give this man two left legs. Don '1' let him touch a ball.

Guys, could one of you... - Breakfast in ten minutes.

Wear something nice.

Michael...

The doctor didn't say anything about a radio.

OK, OK.

I'd go for Huntelaar. And you? - Michael...

We can talk about it, right?

No. That's why we went to a disqualified country.

No wonder no one wants to live here.

There are probably fun things to do here as well.

Shall we?

Is that allowed?

It's with a ball too.

We can rent canoes.

I don't know, Jan.

If a radio and Ping-Pong are dangerous, a canoe must be fatal.

Sir, how high do you think the chance is that Orange...

Can't I ever just buy something without getting a camera stuck in my face?

Go and do that in the provinces.

We're from AT5. - Well, good luck with that.

A piece of Holland I carry always in my heart

In your wallet, you mean.

Come on, quickly.

Where the windmills turn in their majestic strength

Do you always sing while you work?

Can you sing something else? - No TV. No filming.

Don't you want advertisement? - First buy and then sing.

OK.

When spring is here I 'll buy for you

tulips from Amsterdam

Well, you know your classics.

But do you know anything about soccer?

What are Orange's chances? - Netherlands, Oh Netherlands

we 'll be the champion

So you're a Netherlands fan?

Wonderful country of my dreams

Somewhere far away from here

where I'd love to go to

Cross the street. - Look, there he is.

He barked the first match correctly. - So show me.

Can we ask Funny for the result of the Netherlands-Japan, sir?

No.

Funny, how many goals will the Netherlands score against Japan?

Come on, guys, move it.

And Japan?

Nothing. It's going to be 1-0. Thank you.

Come on, let's tell grandpa.

I was thinking of making a series with him.

A different song each day. - There you go again.

I'm not thinking about him, but about the viewer.

I mean: Refugee embraces Orange. That's a story, isn't it?

OK.

But on one condition. - Eyes open, heart closed.

That too. But absolutely no Guus Meeuwis. - No Guus Meeuwis.

Damn, now it's stuck in my head.

Crap.

Where are you going? - Laundromat. The washer's broken.

But it had been fixed. - No, it's still broken.

Who made a great transfer to Russia.

Where's my beer?

Didn't you have to fuck?

She doesn't want to while I'm wearing the hat.

Cheers. - Cheers.

May!

Honey, I think I'm going for a walk.

Shall I come? - Don't let me interrupt what you're doing.

Bye.

Hello.

Sorry, I want to ask you something. Do you happen to have a radio or TV?

Pardon me? - God, isn't that just my luck.

Hello.

I'm from Holland.

You know Ajax?

Litmanen. - Yes, Jari, of course.

That crazy Dutchman wants to see his fellow countrymen play. Loser.

Is this the discussion group Orange Crazy?

Yes, it is. - Hi, I'm Merel.

Hi, Merel. - I hate soccer.

Did you bring laundry?

No, but I brought this.

I thought we might do something fun. Everyone’s watching TV anyway.

So the city...

...is ours.

Artis.

I was thinking about something more edifying.

Sometimes you have to surprise yourself.

What are you doing? - Surprising myself. Get down.

That's dangerous. Now Japan gets...

I've always wanted to have the zoo to myself.

We could take a ride on the elephant.

Right. Or swim with the sea lions.

I'm told they're dangerous animals.

I've thought about becoming a writer myself.

Who hasn't?

I'm serious. I took a Creative Writing course.

The first assignment was:

Do something you've never done before and write a story about that.

So what did you do? - I slept with the professor.

I wasn't in a relationship yet and he looked great.

You probably got an A. - I didn't dare to go back.

So then I switched to math.

The professors aren't as handsome.

Exactly.

I have to...

I'll be right back.

What the fuck, Merel?

Those were a very tough 46 minutes.

The score is still 0-0 and the second half...

Eva?

YES?

I was thinking: If the second half is like that, we might as well go to the pub.

Or do you want me to continue?

I prefer your voice to the one in my head.

Sorry, don't mind me.

Adam?

No.

It's cold.

Sneijder shoots.

Yes, Sneijder scores.

1-0?

What are we going to do next time? - Your choice.

Culture, civilization.

Break into the Rijksmuseum. - At the very least.

And if we get into the final: Sex in the Amstel Hotel.

Small chance.

Getting into the final? - Out of the question.

Then we might as well make it a deal.

Deal? - Deal.

I think the Netherlands still has a chance. - What do you know about it?

Name one player. - Van Basten.

Huh? - Gotcha.

Van Persia. - Van Persie.

That's what I mean. Ronald van Persie. - Ruben.

Oh, right.

Let's look back on that close shave of Orange against Japan.

It was actually quite boring. Wasn't it, Frank de Boer?

Hey, honey. How do you feel? - Just fine.

All because of a bit of exercise.

And you? - Fine.

I listened to Finnish music.

Romantic.

OK, I'm hitting the sack. - Good idea. Shall I give you a massage?

Well, Jan, probably best to wait until the old ticker is fine again.

OK.

Funny was right again. - Yeah, coincidence.

Ask him if he wants noodles.

Grandpa wants to know if you feel like having noodles.

Well, I still have some nosh.

He still has some nosh. - Nosh? What is that?

How many goals is the Netherlands going to score against Cameroon?

Land of my dreams

land of my dreams

Wonder which Dutch classic Said is going to sing at the market tomorrow?

Then tune in tomorrow at 9.00 to AT5.

How many games does the Netherlands still have to play?

We'll get through the pool play, at any rate. So at least two more. Why?

Just asking.

Do you mind if l...? - of course not.

I've seen soccer, sure. But not yet art with a capital A.

Cruijff who strings pirouettes and unparalleled dribbles...

...into chain of divine moments. - Come on, it's about winning in the end.

Elegance isn't important. - I don 't see it.

This is quick-and-dirty soccer.

One package of fun and a betting form.

You're the umpteenth one today. - Really?

Sure. Chinese people, Ghanaians, Moroccans.

All of them fortune hunters.

This must be another one.

Hi, neighbor.

Hello, Funny. - Careful, she bites.

A betting form? - I'll have ten.

Land of my dreams

Oh, I’m longing for the land of my dreams.

He's a huge success. Already 100,000 hits on the internet.

Maybe you'll become a celebrity, Said.

Some people say you're a fortune hunter. What would you like to say to them?

My love song is made from the smiles you smile

Of warm rolls at breakfast

and of little bits of night

Of ogling you and you ogling me

And of lovely pebbles sliding down the scree

What is 'scree'?

I read something about a summer's night party.

Down there. Shall we go?

Summer's night party?

What was that?

Wolves.

Wolves? - Yes.

The campgrounds owner said there are wolves around here.

Michael? Where are you going?

I'm going back? - Don't you want to be with me?

This silence is driving me insane.

The only thing I hear is my own heart.

Be glad it's still working.

Got it?

Is our George a good kisser?

I get the feeling he wasn't really into it.

Look who's here.

The man of the divine pirouettes and the unparalleled dribbles.

If I bring this shirt home for the boys I'll be the man.

Hey, idiot. - You sexually assaulted George Clooney.

Adam...

Oh, dear, I beheaded the Redeemer.

What are you doing? They say he's sacred.

Then they probably have a backup. Here.

Pastry?

Nice.

Shall we watch in here? - OK.

Have fun.

So you have a TV? - Yes.

But I prefer your commentary.

Offside for Cameroon.

The Netherlands takes off right away with Van der Vaart and Van Persie.

Kuyt's on the other side. He gets the ball.

Propels the ball.

Orange is playing all right.

It's not easy in the last group match...

...when you're already through to the next round.

Michael!

Hello. - Hello.

Have you seen my husband... boyfriend.

He went to the village.

Thank you.

That's enough. Now we don't have to play against the Germans.

Sneijder through Huntelaar. It remains 1 - 1.

You were so wrong with your 2-1. Dammit.

You're a mutt. We should have you put down, right?

Kuyt shoots. The post! It's still possible.

Huntelaar Yes! 2-1.

We won again!

The Netherlands is the group winner.

I won.

Did you see that, Rita? Funny guessed right again.

You're quite the dog. You're quite the dog.

Yes, of course.

Funny was right again. - Yes, it's quite something.

Now you have to come and eat. Funny too.

Long live Mr. Henk.

Come on. Sit, sit.

I'll sit over there. I'm not the pope.

They all won. Did you bet as well? - No, I don't go in for that nonsense.

Sorry? - A beer?

A beer? Yes, please.

Holland!

Holland!

Holland!

Janice?

Janice!

Don't you have parents? You're with your grandpa all the time.

My mom lives in China. - Does she?

When we have money, she'll come here.

Funny only has to predict a few more matches correctly...

...and my mom is able to come. - What about your dad?

He's dead. - Oh.

That's not good.

My wife died five years ago.

She was ill for three years. That's a long time.

Very long.

We got the mutt for her, so she wouldn't be alone all day.

Didn't you have kids? - No.

Yes, one. But we're out of touch.

You're still on the bench. That can 't be a good feeling.

What do you want me to say? I 'm still on the bench, yes.

[understand the wives are coming tonight, Wesley?

What the heck is this? - Thanks to Funny.

Thank you, Funny.

Was that a prediction?

The result against Slovakia?

No, Ahmed, this was: I really need to go for a pee.

Mr. Henk, are you going to bet?

Fun...

The Netherlands-Slovakia. - Wait, stop.

Funny's going to bark!

OK, Funny, how often is the Netherlands going to score?

We've made it through the pool play. We'll make the last eight as well.

How do you know? - This lady here.

Is that who all those nuts bet on? Just like that octopus?

She's been right about all the results, so...

You know what?

I'll have two, please.

Sir, are you just going to look, or will you buy something?

Do you think we'll get in the final?

Is Van Persie going to make room? Sneijder shoots!

That was a good opportunity for the Netherlands.

Sneijder to Robben and Robben is fast.

Van Persie goes along. Is he going to do it himself?

Robben shoots and scores!

Hey, the Netherlands. Welcome.

Namaste.

Hi, namaste.

Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up.

You probably had some catching up to do. You fell asleep before the second half.

Why are you doing this?

Because it helps, maybe?

A little bit.

And also for myself, of course.

Fun loves company, after all.

Or something like that.

You can't rescue me.

Sorry.

Hi.

Where's Said? - Not here. Said's gone.

But we have to record the song for tonight's item.

Said on TV is good for business, but not for Said.

Why? - Police came.

Said isn't allowed to work. He'll be sent back.

Oh, my God, this is the end. I can feel it.

Pack up. Houston, we're leaving Earth.

Take that hand away. - I'm so itchy. It doesn't help anyway.

Hand away! - Leave him, Eddie. This is a lost cause.

Those sambas are beating us royally.

Is anyone noticing I smell... - Dudes!

Are you bewitched by the Brazilian voodoo? - Yeah.

You think so? - We carry the eternal flame of hope.

Giving up is treason.

Come on.

Sneijder. The keeper misses and...

Yes!

I'm going to eat my hat. - Don't.

I finished your novel.

Congratulations.

Do you really think every relationship ends like that?

Let me put it this way: Almost every couple I know is in therapy.

And the ones that aren't, can't afford it.

Do you still love your wife?

I do. I think so.

But it's a bit like Mahler's Fifth Symphony.

It's love that never passes.

But I've heard it so many times already.

And me?

What am I?

Gabriel Fauré.

Après un rêve. Opus 7, number 1.

I can keep listening to that.

That final is getting very close.

Look, your favorite. Spaghetti with shrimp and white wine.

Making up for the Netherlands staying so long in the race.

Allergy bothering you?

This is great, sweetie.

I could have made that header. I'm as tall as Sneijder.

No way.

I heard I missed something. - Huh?

The Netherlands-Brazil. Spectacular.

You should have seen it. We were behind at first.

Sneijder scored with a header. It was great.

You should have been there.

Who's the next one? - Uruguay.

We're nearly in the final. - Wait a minute.

Don't underestimate Uruguay. Look at their line-up.

Suarez, Barrera, that Forlan.

They're conquistadores with a touch of Indian blood.

They've been world champion twice for a reason.

Nice snow peas.

Lady...

Good evening, sir. I'm looking for Said.

Said? We have...

Oh, that Said. From TV.

The singing market vendor. - That's right.

Half a million hits on internet and counting.

You're out of luck, because Said's in detention.

Thanks to your half a million hits.

But he only sang a few songs. We didn't pay him.

Singing isn't the problem, but working at the market.

Not allowed without a residence permit.

Can I see him for a minute, so I know how he's doing?

No, I'm sorry.

Too late to escape

I wouldn't even know how

Too late to escape I wouldn't know where to

How far should you go?

Too late to escape

Even on the moon there are friends in high places

and there are tools on Venus

And on Earth the last bird sings in the last spring

Too late to escape

I wouldn't even know where

It's not too late to hide hiding among each other

Too late to escape

Too late to escape

Will Roy van Leer ever come off the bench?!

Too late to escape it's no use at all

Too late to escape I wouldn't know in what

How far should you go?

In business or work or in discipline

In yin or in yang or in heroin

In status and cars and the making of money

How far should you go?

Funny, we're going for a walk.

Funny, come on. You still have to pee.

He's been arrested? So he's just a criminal.

Said? No, it's my fault.

I thought it would be fun to have a singing market vendor on TV.

Wait... I've got something for you.

Something you can pour you heart into. - What?

There's a dog that has predicted all the results of the games correctly so far.

It's hard to believe, but it's true.

Tonight I want an item about this animal with a prediction of the game...

...the Netherlands and whatever.

Uruguay. - Very good.

Chop chop, get to work.

Ping, did a dog called Funny guess the correct scores of Orange five times?

Yes. - How did you discover that?

I asked her how many goals and she barked.

And Funny was right? - Five times already.

The whole street knows now and profits from it.

We wonder what Funny will predict for the semi-final the Netherlands-Uruguay.

Henk is a bit shy.

Hello, sir.

Oh, it's you.

She's dead.

Funny.

Dead.

I'm so sorry.

Was she still able to guess the Netherlands-Uruguay?

Did you still need a lot to have your mom come here?

Yeah, quite a bit.

Sorry, sweetie.

Sadly, Funny wasn't able to predict the semi-final anymore.

So long, Funny. The neighborhood had fun with you.

If somewhere in Amsterdam a chicken, turtle, guinea pig, cockatoo...

...has Funny 's qualities, let us know.

Gold. This is worth gold.

See if you can turn this into an every day item during the world cup.

I'd rather start a campaign for Said.

Trust me, Anja... - Jennifer.

This is hilarious. You've got it. This is exactly what people want to see.

No one wants to see a sad story about some refugee.

Close your heart, Jennifer.

My heart is too big it will kill me

Does anyone know how the Netherlands did against Brazil?

We're not into politics.

2-1.

For the Netherlands.

They really had to fight for it, though. At first they were 1-0 behind.

Michael, why can you only talk to me when it's about soccer?

Well, I...

I don't know. - Do you really want to grow old together?

Of course.

Why? - Why? Can't you see?

Because of you. Because of us.

Then why do you do what you do?

Because I don't know how to do it differently, I think.

Everything's so empty ever since that heart.

So useless.

Just as empty as everything around us here. - Does that include me?

Right now it does, yes.

Sorry.

It's OK. We're not married yet. - What do you mean?

I mean that we can each still go our own way.

No. Are you nuts?

I'm not going to run at the first bump in the road. No way.

Jan...

I want to be with you every minute of our lives.

Even if it might be empty and useless.

Come here.

Are you sure?

If we're careful.

Do you still want to marry me?

Of course I do.

And then we'll take dancing lessons together.

Or we'll build a boat together.

Or something else that's finished sooner...

...and that you can take to the stadium to cheer with together.

Mom, I'm ten. - It's a huge chaos on the Museumplein.

Even worse than Queen's Day.

Look after your brother. - Yeah.

Can we go now? Or we'll be all the way at the back.

OK, have fun.

Bye. - Where are you going with that bag?

The washer's working again, isn't it?

I like to be of use when you watch soccer.

The boys are gone and I didn't invite anyone.

I was thinking that maybe we could do something together.

No.

Why don't you go and watch next door? You love these tournaments.

And I'd just ruin it for you.

Adam...

Lodeiro is injured.

But Suarez isn't here either. He has been suspended.

Only one more game.

Yeah, but against the world champion of 1930 and 1950.

Uruguay's golden soccer years. - Excuse me?

The final in 1950 in Rio against Brazil was legendary.

When it was over, Brazilians jumped to their death.

That's passionate living.

How come you know this all of a sudden?

I hear my boys talk.

Shall we watch for a while?

You want to watch soccer?

You made me go rollerblading. That wasn't a lot of fun either.

Eva?

Eva, it's me.

Is she here?

Eva?

I don't mind staying out here, but say something.

She wasn't doing so well.

What do you mean?

Terrible, actually. Her parents picked her up.

Why didn't you say so? - I thought it would be fun.

I'm sad too.

The Netherlands wins with 3-2. We're in the final.

We'll destroy your team. Completely.

We have Iniesta, Xavi...

...Fàbregas, Villa, Ramos...

...Casillias...

Listen, jerk...

Watch out, asshole.

You're an asshole yourself.

A heart. Michael, they have a heart!

A heart. We have to go to the hospital. They can operate right away.

But... - Yeah, I know. The final.

I don't care about the final. We were going to get married.

Dad?

Am I interrupting something?

Kind of. I have to go to the stadium in a minute.

Funny died.

Is that why you're calling? Right before the final?

She guessed all the results of the games right.

Of all of them.

Huh? - I think your mom was behind it.

She arranged it from up there.

Are you OK? - She's helping you.

So am I.

I'll keep my fingers crossed for you.

I...

I'm proud of you.

So very proud.

Dad...

I've only been on the bench. - They took you along, though.

You're in the final. Not a lot of people can say that.

OK, son, go and get 'em.

Thanks, dad.

He said 'hi'.

He said 'hi'.

Your son.

Do you, Janice Jalink, take Michael Johan De Boer to be your legally wedded husband?

And do you faithfully promise to fulfill your duties as stated by law?

How do you answer? - Yes.

And do you, Michael Johan Willem de Boer...

...take Janice Jalink as your lawfully wedded wife?

Yeah, yeah. - Good.

I hereby declare you husband and wife.

Can I still?

Of course.

But be quick, the game is starting in a minute.

Sorry, but I have to take him along now.

Bye, sweet husband.

Mr. Henk, come and have a look.

I'll be darned.

Did you know about this?

You're a little mutt.

And cue Jennifer.

Camera 3.

Camera 3.

Where's Jennifer?

Where's Jennifer?

Can Spain be beaten? That's the big question this July 11, 2010.

Said. - Jennifer?

You have to sing again.

Wilhelmus of Nassou. - Nassouwe.

Am I of German blood.

German blood. That's the wrong blood. - No, Said, continue.

The King of Hispania...

Spain?

It's me again. Where are you, man?

The national anthem is about to start.

Maybe they're still screwing.

Be serious now.

Come on.

Where were you? Brenda's going berserk. - I had to pick up Said.

OK, Said, there you go. This is your chance.

Announce him. He's going to sing the 'Wilhelmus'.

How do you know those lyrics? - Soccer.

Sorry, I can't sing if I can't stay. - I'll come with you.

We'll sit somewhere on a mountain, far away from everything.

Jennifer... - Said...

Do you believe in me?

And do you see a future for the two of us?

Well, well.

Camera 3, zoom in.

We love Orange!

Champions!

Look...

That's a story.

Where were you, man? - I went to get beer.

Someone was hit by a car and died in front of me. A Spaniard.

That'll teach 'em. Come on, or we'll miss the kickoff.

Orange is ready, Spain is ready.

May!

The whistle has sounded.

Orange in possession of the ball.

Why isn't dad here? He knows a lot about soccer now.

Dad has other things to do.

Eva? Where are you? - I've been admitted...

...into a clinic somewhere.

Shit, that sucks.

We're not allowed to watch TV. Too many stimuli.

Can you do the commentary?

After 1974 and 1978, maybe it will work out for us today.

Nice voice.

Here's Ramos. Ramos has the ball. Ramos is off.

Save by Stekelenburg.

What was that?

What? - Shall we watch?

Just for a minute, as a joke. The replay.

Let's watch it again. Stekelenburg... - Ooh, that was close.

That was close. - That's what I said.

Corner for Spain.

And always watch out for those lethal moments when Spain...

Don't do that!

He actually gets away with it. Foul by De Jong.

Come on, keep going!

I wasn't talking to you guys.

It's tight.

Orange isn't playing smoothly.

The Netherlands captures the ball. Sneijder, pass to Robben.

Great pass. Robben picks up the pace.

Is this going to be it?

No!

This can't be true. On Casilliias' foot.

What are you doing?

I think you should watch somewhere else. - Funny. This is the final, you know.

I mean it.

This could have been an historical moment.

What the fuck?

We're heading for the break with 0-0.

Man, that was intense.

Merel?

Hey- - HEY-

Shouldn't you be watching... - No. I sent them away.

Where's your hat? - Which hat?

What are you talking about?

You ruined my life this entire world cup by wearing a hat.

Oh, that hat.

I outgrew it when I finally grew up.

About half an hour ago.

Sorry I behaved so... - No, I'm the one who's sorry.

This is who you are.

If you think the Netherlands will win by wearing the same hat for four weeks...

Then I'm insane and you're right for wanting to leave me.

I don't want to leave you.

Duc...

Maybe you need to wash your hair.

Really?

You're kidding.

Staff!

Sorry.

Hey, get down.

Get down right now!

Everything went well. Your husband is in the recovery room.

Sorry, I have to move on to the next patient.

It's dad.

Dad, where are you? - On the Museumplein as well.

Where are you guys? - Somewhere in the middle.

Where in the middle? Wave.

I'll throw my hat in the air. - Benja's throwing his hat in the air.

I see it. I see it. I'm on my way.

There, that's him. - Hey you, get down here.

Come on.

Benja!

Didi! Benja! - Over here, dad.

Hey, guys. - What happened to you?

An initiation by an overheated Orange fan.

What's the score? - Still 0-0.

They'll go into overtime.

I don't dare to watch.

Don't be such a baby. We'll lose anyway. We always lose in the final.

You don't need a dog for that.

Wanna bet we don't? - Fine. What's the stake?

A PUPPY-

And if the Netherlands wins?

I'll make sure your mom comes over here.

Sneijder. Ball changes direction.

The 116th minute.

Iniesta is uncovered.

Isn't this offside? Oh, he shoots!

Spain is the world champion.

Spain is the world champion.

What's this? The referee indicates offside.

It's offside.

Through the eye of the needle.

How's this possible?

How's this possible?

Roy...

Are you ready?

OK, warm up.

Van Persie out, Van Leer in.

Who could have dreamed this?

Only a few more minutes to go and then penalties.

Spain in possession of the ball again. Plays with reserve.

The Netherlands gets a corner with two more minutes to go.

Sneijder's ready to take the corner. Van Leer near the second post.

There comes that ball. Van Leer is being restrained.

The referee gives a penalty. Who 's going to take it?

Robben, Kuyt, Sneijder? No, Van Leer's going to take it.

Has the coach gone crazy? That would he a unique event.

Van Leer hasn't hit a ball for the entire tournament.

Literally didn't hit a ball and now: a penalty.

Van Leer's getting ready.

Is focused at the most important moment of his soccer career.

You can do it. You can do it.

Goal!

Van Leer's penalty.

Orange takes the title of the World Cup 2010...

...and is world champion thanks to Van Leer.

Yes! We're the world champion!

Netherlands, Netherlands!

Eva?

Are you still there? - Yes, I'm still here.

That was a hit.

For sure.

That bet wasn't for real, was it? - No, I lied.

Your mom's coming tomorrow already. - Really?

Thank you.

Now your son has to come. - That's not possible.

Yes, he has to come. - Not possible. He's in South Africa.

Look...

That's him. - Really?

Hey, honey.-

Hey, princess.

How did it go?

We did it.

I mean the surgery, silly.

Oh, I thought you meant...

The doctor said it went very well.

What did you say?

Did we win?

Yes, that too.

ORANGE CRAZY

Eva, don't! - I Will.

I am doing it.

Then I'll do it too.

We are the champions. We are the champions.

Roy, Roy!

If you want his phone number... I can help you out.

It's true.

This only happens once in your life.

And yet I think that Iniesta wasn't offside.

How can you say that?

Well, I didn't think it was offside. Sorry.

You guys are insane.

Oh, come on.

Let's jump too. - Adam, act normal.

Normal? Who wants to be normal?

Let's go. - Come on, mom.

Oh, all right then.

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