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* Fanfare music

* ...

Applause

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Cheers

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-Hey, but it's Marco there.

-Haircut !

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-A speech, Michel! A speech !

-A SPEECH ! A SPEECH !

A SPEECH !

A SPEECH ! A SPEECH !

-Good, good ... OK, OK.

No really,

it's touching to see these images again. Thank you, Franck,

for this very beautiful film.

I am very happy

to celebrate 90 years with you of PSPC, you could say.

Cheers

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Club created by Lucien Tison-Martel, my wife's grandfather,

here, Catherine.

I would obviously like thank grandpa,

our dean.

-GRANDPA ! GRANDPA ! GRANDPA ! GRANDPA !

GRANDPA ! GRANDPA !

-And I thank

Stéphanie, our treasurer, who does a great job.

Well done, thank you.

And of course,

Marco. -MARCO!

- Top scorer of the PSPC to date.

-It's me. -And also coach,

but without results.

-For that, give me real players.

Hoots

What? It is true.

-Good, and finally, listen ...

* Luis Fonsi: "Despacito"

I'm not done.

Please.

I'm not done.

Laughs

-It's the machine.

-Well. No, to finish, I would like to thank you,

you, the public of Clourrières,

who follows us in all weathers. Well done. Thank you.

Good night,

and long live the SPAC!

Mimil, music.

* ...

Hi, grandpa.

-Hello. -Do you have the jerseys?

-Yes it's good.

-Have you thought about the pharmacy? - Don't worry, I have everything.

-I feel good, victory, today.

-You say that every Sunday.

How do you feel, grandpa? -I don't feel anything at all.

...

-We will be back.

...

We're off. Come on.

...

Where is he, Mimil? We will still be playing at 10.

-Play with us. -I would like,

But... -Even on one leg,

you're better than us.

- Enough, guys. -Jerseys.

-Franck, defensive midfielder.

Greg and Petit-Louis, rake all the balloons.

I don't want to see one sleeping.

-There are 4 games left, we're

1 point from maintenance.

I ask you at least to draw.

OK ?

Laughs

-Yeah, Mimil!

Cheers

-Champion!

Hissing

-What are you doing ? -Excuse me.

-Oh, you reek of alcohol. -I didn't wake up.

-Hurry up.

-Champion!

-Some water. Drink water, Mimil.

-We continue, guys.

Cheers

Whistles

No, I know ... He's coming.

-It is 3:02 p.m., coach. -Stéphanie, you're going

looking for Mimil?

You tell him to magnify himself. Everyone is waiting for him there.

-Mimil?

What do you...

What the fuck are you crazy?

- Can we no longer walk around naked? -Do you shower before the match?

-I wake up, I haven't slept all night.

-Everyone is waiting for you. -Yes I'm coming.

So ... Where's my pants?

IT IS CALLED MILIL

So ? -He is looking for his panties.

Laughs

-Mimil, it's been 10 min we are waiting for you.

-I had lost my pants. -Go.

IT IS CALLED MILIL

HE IS ALWAYS LATE

He doesn't stop drinking

-Go, Mimil!

-But Mimil! -Oh, piss off.

- Go ahead, pass!

-No no ! -Daddy, take it out, it sucks.

-Who am I replacing him with? -Papy would be better.

-You will be surprised.

Encouragement

-That's right.

That's good, Franck. Come on!

-Come on !

...

-OH !

-Excuse me. -I'm all alone.

-It's nothing, Mimil.

Replace yourself.

Come on! Come on!

Encouragement

On the coast. Greg!

Go outside !

Attention, Mimil is all alone!

Yes, Mimil! Now !

-YES!

Cheers

...

-But no, there is no offside!

-What, offside?

-Sir, calm down.

Ho! Calm down !

-No ! Ho!

-It's been 2 times! 2!

-Stopped ! Stopped !

Protests

...

-Sorry !

...

-Franck, stop!

-Get out ! Go away !

-Stopped ! -Excuse me.

Damn, this is the other ...

-Oh damn.

-Excuse me, Marco.

-But don't move. Oh...

-Gently, you hurt me. -Listen...

-It's okay ? They didn't miss you.

-It's deep.

-It's okay. -You have a red eye.

Go see a doctor. It could have affected the retina.

-Mom is right. -It's okay.

-I'm taking you to the emergency room? - It's okay, it's good.

I'm tired, I'm going back.

-OK. -Good night. Hi, Jean-Michel.

- Hi, Marco. -Hi Dad. See you on Wednesday.

-Here.

You will follow my finger.

Slowly. You don't move the head, just the eyes.

No, my finger. -Wait. Yes.

-Here. My finger.

-Yes. I... -Here.

Here.

It's perfect. -It's okay ?

-Without indiscretion, who did you fight?

-A band at least 10 old ladies.

One took me by surprise, and bang! -Oh ok.

Do not be afraid. Come here.

You look at the lamp. Look at the light.

Yes, downstairs.

Here...

Perfect.

The retina is not affected. -Ah.

-It's just an irritation.

You will put these drops for 3 days. It will relieve you.

-That's all ?

-If it doesn't get better, come back in a week.

-Yes with pleasure. -Eh?

-I want to say : yes, if it doesn't get better.

-I told them. Mimil ... -Mister Please.

-I leave you. I'll call you back.

Come on, see you later, Mimil.

Excuse me.

-Good then...

Beyond serious harm in the spirit of football,

these incidents are the subject several complaints,

not to mention the injuries

of the referee that earned him 15 days of ITT.

Even if the disciplinary committee recognize your exemplary attitude

and don't sanction you as a coach,

she nevertheless decided to suspend

SPAC players until the end of the season.

-But you can't do that to us.

We have no other players. How do I end the season?

-Well, I do not know. Bring up young people.

-But we don't have one.

Our kids are playing in neighboring villages.

We played half of the season at 10.

-Our decision is irrevocable. -There are 3 games left.

3 matches.

If we don't do them, we are going down.

We are already in the last division. We disappear. You kill the SPAC.

-This is the regulation.

You had to think about it before.

-Oh dear. Whore...

And shit. Shit.

-What's going on, honey?

-The SPAC, it's over.

-Is that so ? What are you going to do ?

-What do you want me to do? It's over, it's over.

-We're not going to let our club die.

-Since when you give your opinion on the SPAC? Whore,

this Mimil, what an idiot.

It's not true.

Sad music

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* Cries of joy

* ...

...

-Explain to me calmly.

If you start to get upset ...

-What are you doing here ?

What is happening ?

-I had an idea last night.

-A clue of what?

-You know, for SPAC, the sanction and everything ...

Since the team is suspended

and there are more players,

a girls team could play the last 3 games.

-What are you talking about ?

-I already have my girlfriends, and we can find other players here.

-It makes no sense.

-Why ?

-It's like that. It's soccer.

-It's a modern idea.

-You see ?

-You agree with her, now ?

-The girls and the boys were separated at school.

Things change. -It has nothing to do, Lea.

You have no school, do you?

-I told you. I knew he wouldn't.

You know what ? You're right, do nothing.

Let your club die.

It's always the same with you.

-You could please to your daughter once.

No ?

-However, we did the match of the century.

-No it's not the match of the century.

-What's this ? -France-Germany.

-Not know.

-But ... 1982. Platini, Giresse, Tigana.

93rd minute, volley resumption by Marius Trésor in the skylight.

Right after, Platoche slides a little balloon for Six.

Six sends caviar to Giresse. Giresse, goal!

We thought it was folded. -What happened ?

-German realism, Mimil.

They put us 2 goals in 5 min. -No ?

-If, and it's the penos.

And there you have the great Maxime Bossis,

he steps back ...

Paf, he misses his peno.

The big one is like that afterwards.

He's like that, prostrate,

He must rehash the goal.

"Damn, why didn't I put it on?"

-Yes, why did he miss it? -Why did you miss your life?

-It's not nice, Marco.

-Without aggression by Schumacher on Battiston,

we were world champions. - Wasn't there a penalty?

-Even no yellow card.

-The referees, it's all rotten.

-And there you have Platini, as a captain,

following the stretcher coming out of the field.

Battiston can't move anymore.

He takes her hand and he accompanies him

until the exit,

in front of all the people who are moved, and all of France is watching.

Just thinking about it, I want to cry.

Honk

Come on.

-When Lea says she wants make a team of girls,

is it with real girls? -You annoy me.

-Marco said it, we did what we could,

but unfortunately, they didn't want to know anything.

-So we let ourselves die?

-There are no players

elsewhere ? -I don't have a single guy.

-We can't let that happen, whore.

Home, we've been playing for 4 generations.

-The SPAC, it's over.

-You can't say that!

Protests

...

-Please listen to me.

Listen to me.

...

I may have a solution.

-Hush ...

-I was like ... uh ...

Since there are more players,

we could look for players.

-Players?

-Are you kidding me, Marco?

Laughs

-Why are you laughing ?

- Sorry, Steph.

-It's stupid, your idea.

-No, it's not stupid.

-It's a case of force majeure. -Steph ...

-There are more guys around here.

-Guys against girls?

-You have to start. There is something

who forbids that? -So guys come

knitting with our women and we say nothing?

-But no. -And we look?

-No, you freaked out.

I disagree. -We're talking about soccer there.

-Papy, do you think?

-It's true that we never saw that. From the time of the factory,

we had players.

During the war, women replaced the men at the factory.

If it's the only way

to save the club, why not?

-Christelle, we were playing. -You were 8 years old!

-SO WHAT ? -We will not be

Cadors, but neither can you.

-It's clear. -It is true !

It's been years that we wash your jerseys.

-She's right. -It's also our club!

Volunteers ? -Stopped.

-Me.

-Mimil.

-What? -Are you listening to the conversations?

-Marco, if you do that, it's without me.

-Wait, Michel ...

We can reflect. Maybe we can ...

- I'm just saying ... -You better?

-There is no solution. It's the only way.

-You ask us, we give our opinion.

-You are on the verge of misogyny. -That's it...

-Do you think you're going to get out of this?

-Look, there are 5 of us. It's a good start, isn't it?

-And there is me, too.

-Hello. Are you Marlène Charrier?

-That's right. -Yes.

And we still need left-handed.

-That is why ?

-Do your wife want

to play soccer at SPAC? -It doesn't interest us.

The door slams.

- Her name is Lara Dickenman.

She plays in Arras.

-Can I help you ?

-Not bad, that one.

-But no, grandpa. -If, look at this footwork.

Oh dear...

-You run since a long time ?

-Some years already. -I set up a soccer team.

Police siren

-Where are you going there? You stop.

-Come with your stuff.

-To play ? -Yes, balloon.

-OK. -But really.

-He wants Mocochoco, but what is it ?

I see Chococrème, Chocoflakes ...

But no, Lola.

-It's her.

-Hello Miss. Are you Corine Petit?

-One of each.

-Mocochoco! -Let's go.

There is no Mocochoco!

-Hou there ... -Yeah!

Doorbell

-You will never change, Marco. You're completely irresponsible.

-What is the problem ? -You.

You bring your daughter back to me at 2 a.m. mat '. Are you sick or what?

-Calms you. Here, do you want a coffee?

We were gone look for a player.

-That too, train him in your girls team

2 months from bac, Marco ...

She has something else to do. -It's my fault, if she likes it?

-I can't take it anymore, from your football. Really.

Why are you looking at me like that ?

-You always play sports

Sunday with Jean-Michel?

-But you don't care from my mouth, in addition.

- Hi, Marco. -Hi.

I'm tired. I'll never get there.

-But yes, we will get there. I am there.

-Where is the girl what do you want to present to me?

-She has ball.

Yesterday she did 35 juggles with high heels like that.

Hi, Cindy. It's her.

She is beautiful, huh?

-Pain of his stupid breed!

Damn! I fucked my shoes!

Fuck you, there!

Who the fucker mayor is? He can't do it again

the sidewalks, that son of a bitch? -Oh yes anyway.

We put it on defense. In attack, it would be good.

-They were new, my shoes, damn it.

Hello. -Hello.

-Cindy. -Marco. Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you. Are you okay, Mimil? -Yes.

-You got a good one, last night.

-Uh ... other than that, you play football ?

- "Apart" what?

-No, it was just a way to talk like that.

-OK. Okay, let's have a drink or we fuck?

-Marta?

Come on.

Laptop ringtone

- Hi, Cindy. Hi, Mimil.

Hello? -And we come back. Here.

It's good. -Besides the pans,

in the 2nd drawer.

Salt ? -Go, we leave.

- Next to the pot

with the flour there. Next to the pepper.

I leave you. I'm training.

-Catherine,

what are you doing there ?

-You are looking for girls.

As I am quite sporty and I have time,

I could join you.

-Ah ...

But ... Michel, what does he think?

-As long as I'm not in his paws, everything is fine.

She laughs.

-Good, well ... if you want.

Welcome. -Great.

Change yourself and come to the field. -Thank you.

-See you soon. -Yes.

-Go girls.

Whistle

-5 minutes, huh? -Yes.

-5 minutes. This is exceptional. "Yes Dad."

-Yes Dad. -Yes Dad.

-Hop. Go play, go run.

-You neither, can't you put them to sleep?

- Drop it, it's hell. They claim their mother.

-Daddy daddy...

-What? -Are you coming to play?

-No, I'm not coming. Dad, he doesn't play.

No, go play with your sister.

Make passes.

-Enzo, Lola, do not take off your sweatshirts.

We only have 5 minutes.

Lola?

-They don't give a damn. -They can't hear me.

I can say anything, it's ... Enzo?

-What? -I'm not your father.

You see, he doesn't care.

He does not care.

- Give me a cigarette, please.

-If you don't hold your wives, you're going to shit.

-Stop being stupid.

-Look at the unearthed head that he has, that one.

-Go, hands on the pelvis,

and we rotate the pelvis. Go for it.

As if we were doing hula hoop.

In a sense...

and in the other. Come on.

There ... And we stop. Very good.

He blows.

We raise our hands very high

and tac, we say hello.

Very good. We are going down.

We breathe. The other hand.

We still say hello. Or goodbye, as you wish.

And we breathe. Here.

-What is that ? We're not at Club Med.

-The hula hoop?

-This is rotten. Do we do something else?

-I don't know, I'm not used to it.

-What is this training?

Guys, you're not cleaning up.

Sunday we will be in front of snowmen.

-Well. Are you sure?

-YES. -We know why we are here. Come on.

-So let's go.

Go!

Whistle

...

...

-Go girls.

...

...

-Go, come on.

...

-Go. Come and breathe there.

Breathe well there.

Its good ? You drank ?

We go back. -OH NO...

-Come on. -NO...

-No, pajamas who are under the pillows.

OK. Okay, you know what?

Leave her, I will do it when I get home.

-It's not a guy, that you have, it's a ball.

-Mine is not screwed up his cup in the dishwasher.

-With me, it goes straight. -Ah yes ?

-Ah yes. -But you have a uniform.

-I am lending it to you ? -Another

who is lost. -Who is it?

-Catherine's husband. -Mate the guy's face.

Darling, what.

-What are you doing ? -Hold on.

Laughs

- Hi, darling. When do we meet again?

* -Catherine? -Yes?

...

Hello? I would like talk to my wife.

-She is upstairs with a client,

so i suggest you to call back in a quarter of an hour.

He hung up.

...

-Why are you laughing ?

-For nothing. -For nothing.

-Your husband tried to join you.

...

-Whore, what are they doing ?

-What are they doing ?

-We won't wait for them All night long.

-Not all night.

-Go ahead.

-No, I'm staying there. It is necessary tell something to Cindy.

-You have to tell him what?

-I have something to say to him, that's all.

-Guys. -What is he doing there?

-I dunno. What do you want to say to him?

-It's my private life.

-Is that so.

-It is 10 p.m.

The kids sleep in the box. Where's my wife?

-Christelle? -Yes, Christelle.

-She didn't come. -No.

-Are you kidding me ?

-No. We thought she was at home with you.

-But, I was sure. -But no.

No, Greg, stop.

She's in the locker room. Where would she be?

-I'm not kidding with these things. -It's jealous.

-I'm not jealous. -It's okay.

-Yes Yes. This is jealous.

-What are you doing ? -We are waiting for them.

-Can I wait with you? -Yes. It's long, I warn you.

The weather let the masseur end there ...

-What masseur? -No.

It's bullshit.

-But stop owning me like that. You drive me crazy.

-He is not alone, huh. -No.

Laughs

Isn't there a yoga teacher too? - Go ahead, stop, stop.

-Oh !

-Where were you ? -You scared me.

It's okay ?

You're beautiful with this sweater. I love.

-Who was it,

this crazy woman on the phone?

- No matter what, you're paranoid. I was just in soccer.

-Football ?

-The thing where you take me without asking my opinion.

-You will not play

in their team?

-Why not ?

Girls, they are adorable.

The atmosphere is great.

I love.

I have one of these appetites ... It digs, this thing.

-I warn you, Catherine ...

-Did you have dinner? Don't you want some chicken?

A door slams.

-Wait, it's ...

Finally, it's ... Um.

It's not players, it's ... it's players.

-It's with them that we will finish the championship.

-Finally, it's impossible.

-Why ?

-Well, because ...

This is... -Because what ?

-Well, these are women.

-Yes, but we couldn't get together a team of men.

-Excuse me. Who are you, madam?

-The new president of PSPC.

-All of this is completely absurd, and we can't say.

It is at the top

that it is decided, therefore it is necessary that we ask the federation.

-Do as you wish. We will be in the field on Sunday.

-Goodbye.

-Goodbye.

Finally ... Women?

Why not retirees?

-The girls play well. My favorite is Cindy.

I just hope that she is not going to become a lesbian.

-Wait, why are you saying that?

-It seems that the girls who play in football all become lesbians.

-Ah ... But you're not wrong there.

Yesterday I came home in the locker room,

I couldn't see well because of the steam,

and there is one, Cindy, I think,

she approached of a player and caressed her.

-Oh dear...

-She caressed her breasts.

-Ah, you see. And after ?

-After, they kissed, they were breathing hard.

-It's naughty. -Oh, rascals.

-And afterwards, what did she do?

-You do not see that I don't care about you?

-Oh dear... But stop, you.

-Marco! -I thought also.

-You're going too far.

Girls at SPAC, it's serious,

but train Catherine in your bullshit, no.

-She came to play. I'm not responsible.

- Make fun of me.

-He is right. -Mimil, please.

You don't care to convene it on Sunday,

otherwise it will end badly.

Door slamming

-Con. Come on, let's work.

-How much do you weigh? -I dunno.

Someone knocked.

Come on, come in. It is open.

-So ?

How is my godson?

-He has a fever, but it's okay. -Yes, I know about it.

A bit hot. It's okay ? -Are you ready ?

-Yes, well, it's not easy.

-So ... Hi, Marco. -It's okay ?

-Yes.

So there, the bottle of water. Milk powder, you put 6 doses.

For noon, the mash must be heated.

The antibiotic: a teaspoon during the meal,

otherwise he has a stomach ache. Okay ?

And it would be great that you hang up the laundry.

I put everything on the sticky notes. See you soon.

- Hi, Franck.

-I didn't understand anything.

How much does it weigh, Enzo?

-Hi. -HELLO.

-It's okay ? -I'm fine and you ?

-I look forward.

Laughs

-Hello. -It's okay ?

-Good morning, Catherine. -How are you ?

-Good.

-Grandpa ?

Can i check?

-Let's see, please.

Thank you.

-Yes it's good what I thought.

You will not be able to play

with CGB jerseys.

-The match is in 2 hours. How do I do ?

-It's not our problem, grandpa.

-Michel, wait.

Michel ...

Someone knocked.

-Are you not in uniform? We're playing in 20 min.

-We don't have jerseys.

-He is not there, grandpa?

-I called him 3 times.

-Is that so ? Shit, then.

Come on, dad.

-I had a little problem.

Here. Here.

-Come on.

...

In uniform, come on.

-AH!

-Here. -Since the time.

-What are these old jerseys?

-Wait, we're going to look like nothing.

-These are veterans' jerseys.

-I screwed up the equipment at the laundromat.

-Are you kidding me ?

In 20 years, there has never been a problem.

-It stinks.

-You play with that. Stephanie, you're a captain.

-What? Why me ?

-It's like that.

The coach decides. -Is that so ?

-It's not democratic.

-Why is it you who decide?

-You need one. -"A",

as it happens. I propose that we vote.

-Yes it's good. -Here.

-Yes, we vote and that's it.

-OK, but hurry.

Uniformed.

Applause

...

Come on.

-Thank you. -Hello.

-The moment of truth.

...

-Go, Lea.

Whistle

Motivated, girls. Motivated.

-Corinne!

Shit ! -It is not serious,

we replace ourselves.

Come on. -It is not serious.

Cheers

-It is not serious. -So what ?

-It is not serious.

-We hold on. - We stay motivated.

-Cindy!

Shouts of anger

-Offside, there!

...

...

-Is it the combientième?

-Go, go for 5.

-Go, Catherine.

Whistle

Laughs

-Oh no, there is a penalty. -That depresses me.

Applause

- Soon more numbers.

- Must defend! -Marking !

-Clear!

-No !

Whistle

-We're shooting on the other side.

-Whore !

-Mount a little. Come back down.

Him, there, the 9!

...

Applause

Come on, that's good.

...

Guys, it's good.

...

There have been good things.

It's your 1st game. It will progress.

In the first leg, against them, we lost 4-0.

-We thought that to make a result,

we had to train more.

-OK, but it will make one more evening where you will not be at home.

-But we only have 2 games left, we have to be thorough.

-Good, as you wish.

See you at Marta's. I'll buy you a drink.

-Without me. If i don't come back before 6 p.m. Greg's going to have a seizure.

-We must review the white bin.

-I am replacing Franck. Enzo is sick.

-I'm ready, If you want.

-Again.

-Yes. -I prefer.

-Yes Yes. All together, it will be better.

-Show it, go ahead. -Full!

-Hi.

Are you okay, Marta?

You pour me a drink white, please?

It's okay ? It was not too hard, today ?

-It's okay.

New team. They are looking for each other.

-It will be ok. This is... -Are you coming to play, Franck?

-Excuse me, I ... -Yes of course.

-General tour. 9-0 is a celebration.

Laughs

-Stopped.

-And 1, and 2, and 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9-0

...

-Thank you goodbye.

Marco strikes.

Aren't you at your mom's house? -No, I preferred to work there.

-You warned her, at least? -Yes do not worry.

-Very good. -Dad, I wanted to tell you:

you were awesome. We'll go get it, this point.

-Thank you my daughter.

Good night.

-Rest yourself. -Yes.

I close ? -Please.

He closes the door.

* -... to raise his level, especially in the 1st half ...

Laptop ringtone

...

-Yes ? * - Hello? Good evening.

* I would like to speak to Marco.

-Yes. It's me, yes. * -I would love to see you.

-Uh ... There now? At this time ?

* -If possible.

Train whistle

-Good evening madam. -Good evening.

-I would like to see Miss Otmani.

Good evening.

-You want to drink something ? -No thanks.

- Sit down.

What you do with girls de Clourrières, that's good.

-We are trying to climb a team. Not easy.

-I have been playing since childhood.

My mother was hanging around the stadium pregnant.

This is where I got the virus.

I was playing in D1

in Lille. I almost integrated The french team.

-What happened ?

-Accident on the course. -Ah.

-And I find myself in this home.

I just want get my daughter back.

- Cute. What's her name ? -Sofia.

-What can I do ?

-My judge offers me phony associations

to reinsert me. If you take me, it can help me.

-Not easy, as the situation. I have to think.

-You have no choice, considering the sheet metal

that you took yourself today.

Take me and I bring this point back to you.

Really.

But tell no one that I come out of jail.

He sighs.

-No, there is nothing left.

The irritation has completely disappeared.

-Is that so ?

It's weird, I seem to see a little ...

a little blurry, you see?

-I can do checks.

-Yes I want. Thank you.

-You hide your right eye

with the hand and you turn around.

The 1st line.

-It's a bit small. No, I don't see.

-Numbers ?

-Ah, these are numbers?

Nothing at all there.

- What are you reading there? -I can't see very well.

An "i", right?

No, an "o"? -No.

-An "n"? -No more.

- "U"? -No more.

-There, I don't see, there, I see blur. I do not understand.

-And there? -Sorry.

Well. I will continue to take drops

and I come to see you at the end of the week. Okay with you ?

- Okay, if you say so.

-What is he doing, father?

-I dunno. -Did you call?

-I left him 2 messages, I think he drives. Here.

Honk

-Oh...

-Oh there, Marco, but what a shirt.

-He is beautiful. -I was at the ophthalmologist.

-It's okay ?

-Yes. Why do you ask me this ?

-You went there last week.

-But the, it was for a check.

-You smell very good, Marco. It is for us ?

-No. -Is that so ? We...

-No but... -So what,

she is pretty, the ophthalmologist? -Married?

-I ask you,

questions ? -He's blushing.

-Stop. It's okay, it's okay. -Hello.

-Ah, come on.

This is Sandra. -Hi.

-It strengthens the group. -Hi.

-It's the team. Come on.

- Hi, Sandra. Welcome.

You won't be too much. It's good.

-Thank you for the welcoming. -Welcome.

-Hop, come on.

-Sandra. -Hello. Catherine.

-I finish this, and presto, I give you your dessert.

Children, stop running. I have already said it.

Someone's knocking at the door.

-It's grandpa. -Enter, it's open.

-Are you okay, boy?

-It's okay ? -Yes.

-Are you not training? -They manage without me.

-It's grandpa. -Yes Dear.

Enzo?

Enzo, Lola, come. I give dessert to your sister.

-I will help you, it will remind me of memories.

Huh? -Thank you.

-You're welcome.

A little bit of chocolate. -Ketchup?

Tears

...

-My darling, it's just chocolate. It is not serious.

We don't take it, we don't take it.

You see why can i get more?

-But no...

-Look, we go out.

-Yes, take her. -Yes.

Can you finish with them? -Yes.

Eat, eat. -I...

-That's right.

-It's a bomb, your Sandra, there.

Where did you find it?

-Since the time, I have contacts.

-Did you see the level she has? She won't want to stay.

-She is there, we will not complain.

-Shit, what's going on? -Whore...

Wait. Stay there, I'm going.

-Pay electricity. -We're taking a break ?

-What are you doing ? We're in the middle of training.

-I warned you.

These new projectors, I installed them,

so I turn them off.

-You can't do that. They are motivated,

and you cut their legs? -It's just the beginning.

- Shit, come on.

-You did it at your head, so assume!

-Go, Michel.

-I think it's dead, girls.

Hubbub

...

-I go. -You don't shower?

-No, I have my stuff at home. -OK.

-Also, girls. -HELLO.

-Asset'.

-I wanted to tell you :

I will stop, because there, anyway,

Michel will not let go as long as I'm on the team.

Here, it is better that I stop.

-We start together, we end up together.

-We need you. -It's not these guys

who will tell us what to do! Asshole of his race!

He's your husband, but ... -No.

You are right. It is true

that he is a whore motherfucker

of his grandmother the whore shit! Excuse me, I ...

-It's good. Let go.

-It's true, I can't take it anymore, of that big asshole!

Of this species stunted ball!

From his cheesy cock that stinks all year!

I'm fed up ! -YES!

Cheers

Laughs

...

-It feels good, that.

-Are you okay, Mimil? -Yeah.

I know how save the SPAC.

Sunday, we play against Liévin. You know them.

-It's my friend Christian who drives them. And so ?

-You do not see ?

They play the middle of the table,

so we could maybe work it out.

We draw And everybody is happy.

-Are you okay, Mimil? We never bought a game.

-It is 100% guaranteed and we will have the point.

-But you're crazy. -Oh, Marco ...

Here. -What is that ?

-It's all I got together. There are 87 E.

-What are we going to fuck?

-I'm trying to find a solution, me.

And grandpa, he has a good retirement.

Can't he help us? Marco!

-Finally, what are you doing, let's see?

Come on, come on, I tell you.

-Leave me now!

-But you're not going to settle down in addiction, anyway!

-You make me ashamed !

-Here.

-Thank you, Christian. -Thank you.

-Cheers.

So ?

-It's nice to see you. -It has been a long time.

-You remember the final Gambardella?

You scored 2 goals. -Great.

It played.

-They were beautiful, huh?

In Calais, you threw your shorts to the public.

Laughs

-You were too funny when you had ...

It was crazy when you did that.

-You weren't there.

-It's 11 p.m. Marco. Why did you come?

-Here, Christian ...

You know, I'm in shit, with my suspension story.

I'm struggling a little with my team of girls ...

Can we draw on Sunday?

- Against girls?

Christian laughs.

Are you kidding or what?

Do you know what you're putting me in?

And my players will never want to.

Marco, it would have been between us, between guys, I would have arranged you.

But there, everyone will make fun of my face.

-OK.

I understand. No but...

We will find something else.

-I told you.

I don't like the guys from Liévin. It's crazy.

Shut up, Mimil!

Glue.

I made fun of myself.

-It's not that ... -Shut up.

-But... -Stop!

-I want to help and it falls back on me.

-It's huge, this house. -It's my pleasure to receive you.

-You invite us,

we come, especially in such a house.

-That's wonderful.

-Serve yourself.

-THANK YOU. -Thank you so much.

-These cups are beautiful. -It's Russian porcelain.

My grandmother's wedding gift. -It is drawn

by hand ? -Each model

is unique.

-AH YES ?

-It's not the same reason.

-Ah yes, it's crazy. -It is too beautiful.

-I have a picnic.

-Between chicks, we don't have to to talk about old skin stuff.

Do you have herbal tea?

-It feels like in a retirement house.

You don't want anything else?

-Yes. -Okay.

I will see in my husband's cellar.

I think I can find what we need.

-Here. -It's good, the cellar, Catherine.

Blow up the cellar, Catherine!

Laughs

...

-Wait!

There, the guy asks me if he can

roll a joint.

-The guy must have ended badly.

-Hold on. At that time, I'm not

in service. "Go ahead,

"make yourself plaiz." I am ready for anything.

It starts to roll, you see, he smokes his fart ',

he starts kissing me,

it's hot hot,

and there the guy asks me where's the bathroom, damn.

-He wanted to style his cock?

...

-You are disgusting, Cindy.

-I don't ask myself the question, I say to him: "Go ahead."

And I am waiting,

and nothing.

At one point, I get up. I find the guy

naked in front of my uniform.

He had lost all means.

I swear !

-You must find a hideout for your uniform.

-Catherine, that's not it, single life: madness,

a guy who comes every night, hideouts for the uniform.

It's the lose. -It's like marriage, then.

-The naked guys, it's better than diapers.

-I saw them there.

A husband, kids,

normal life, I take it all.

-You're going to find your prince charming. -But you didn't understand.

I'm not there anymore. As things progress

years, the list has shrunk.

Arms, legs, enough to make me a kid, it goes, I take.

-As my grandmother said:

"Each bin has its lid."

-Catherine, "every pot"!

-It's a darling.

Michel. -Whore.

-I'm drunk there.

-What is happening ?

-We make a little snack.

-But it's my bottles. It's not okay ?

Besides, do you smoke?

-Yes, Michel, I smoke.

I smoke everywhere. -You're not good. Anyway,

it's over, can you hear me? It's over.

This bullshit is over.

-Good. It's progressing.

Come on, Mina.

Come on, hit them. Well, that's good.

Come on.

Yes, Sandra.

Whistle

...

Crash

-His name is Mimil

Shit ! - He's crazy, your guy.

-You know, in Clourrières, you take what you find.

-Good night.

-Good night.

-Do you have someone? -No I am alone.

-Since when ? -3 years.

-His name is...

-Mimil! -How? 'Or' What ? Yes ?

-3 years she hasn't seen a little ass like yours.

-If you want, I am voluntary.

-Ho! Stop the bullshit, you.

We're going to have a drink, you come ?

- Tonight, I can't. I have to go back home.

- Come on, come on. -A glass.

-We will get to know each other. -No, that's nice.

I must have returned before midnight.

-Are you Snow White or what? -But no.

It's Cinderella, not Snow White.

-It's the same. For me, it is 2 girls in galley.

Come on, come on, let go a little.

- Come on, come on, Sandra. -Are we not good company?

-Just for a drink, then.

-Yeah!

-You follow me. -Go.

* Video game sound effects

* ...

-What are you doing,

my baby ? Is he sleeping?

Franck?

Come, sweetheart.

-How are you darling ?

-Why she's watching TV with crisps?

-Who turned on the TV?

-It's me, maybe? Come on, Enzo. Come.

It's time to go to sleep, darling.

-Hold on.

Come here, you. -Have school tomorrow.

Oh dear... -But what time is it ?

-It is 10:30 p.m.

-You come home late.

-Already we train in the dark...

Laughs

...

-Marco! -Marco!

-Marco! -Marco!

-Marco!

Come on, Marco!

-It's not right?

Hush ... What is there?

-Cute, the pajamas.

-She says she can't return after midnight.

It's like Pocahontas. -But no,

I told you that it was Cinderella.

-No, are you okay? Stopped. -Marco, I ...

-Mimil, here we go.

Move your ass. Hop!

-Hush ... - I'm bringing Cindy back.

-No noise, especially. No noise.

-Mimil, here we go! -I arrive.

-It is 4 a.m., you realize ?

You think that's how it is are you going to get your daughter back?

4 a.m.

Look at this.

Come on, go to bed.

Come on, it's better. We'll talk about this tomorrow.

Come on.

Slowly.

The door opens.

Very good. OK, thanks.

That's OK. I had the judge, it's good, it's arranged.

I have to go see him in Lille. Damn it.

-I'm sorry, Marco. I swear, it won't happen again.

-However, the foyer, they don't want to know anything.

You're fired. -But where am I going to sleep?

-Not here. Not possible. -Marco ...

-It's pretty messy like that.

Cindy will help you. -But Cindy lives with her mother.

- I'm going to call Jessica.

-She lives above the police station. I have a bracelet.

-Ah yes. Damn, I forgot that. -Well yeah.

-Good, let's ask Stéphanie. Here we go, go.

We will find a solution. There's the match.

-Michel, look.

-The bastard. I was sure of it.

Manure ...

-Well online, together.

Whistle

Here.

We stop.

-Sorry, I'm late. Franck planted me with the children.

Can you keep them? -We are taking care of it.

Go get dressed. -Thank you.

-Hello, my dears. Hello my heart. -Come here.

-It makes little more supporters.

-Po po po!

Whistle

-Go girls. Come on!

-Go.

-Go girls !

-We're moving!

-Go, Sandra. We press!

Well, that's good.

Come on! Come on!

Come on, Lea. -I'm behind.

-Well forbidden, that.

-The 9, move your little ass!

- Come tell me in front! Your mother's motherfucker!

Son of a bitch! Come tell me!

-Mum !

-Why are you coming here?

- Sorry, referee. You must not come on the ground.

Go on him!

Don't let go!

-That's it.

Cheers

-We don't waste time.

* -We encourage!

-Go!

-Let not play!

Shout

-Are you serious ?

-Ho! It's the 3rd time!

-OH...

Shout

Whistle

-She has what ? -Cramp ?

-Ho! Ho!

Don't touch my wife!

-Come see me !

-You're going to shut up, you!

Hubbub

-Brand in panties!

-OH...

-We're coming down!

-Come on !

Cheers

Applause

...

Whistle

Applause

-Well done. Beautiful team.

I know you have field issues.

Come when you want. -Thank you.

...

-Excuse me,

can I ask you 2, 3 questions?

-Yes. 5 minutes, huh. -Yes.

-I need to talk to my players.

-That's it ! Marta, turn up the volume, please.

* -Facing the suspension players

* from PSPC, women had to

* replace their husbands in the field. A report by Marion Dupret.

* -For 10 days, the SPAC team ...

-We have style or not,

the girls? -YES!

STYLISH!

Laughs

-Ah, that plays there.

-Oh, Marco!

-OH !

-Marco, you pass

extremely well in the picture. -But yes, Marco.

-Beautiful kid. * -What inspires you what?

-No, not them, seriously. * -Not much.

-That's it, it's good.

-Close it, big beauf!

* -We wish them good luck for this decisive match.

-YES!

Cheers

...

-Wait, girls.

I can tell you a word, as president of PSPC?

-What?

Marco growls.

-Go. -Marco,

on behalf of all the girls, I thank you.

It's not easy all the time,

but thanks to you and to you,

we live things exceptional.

And even if we lost, it was a great game.

-Yeah!

-We will bring you this point.

Cheers

To Marco!

-TO MARCO!

...

-Marco!

* Latin music

* ...

Door bell

* ...

-Stop the music.

It is time to party?

-No kidding,

these assholes watch our girls and insult them on TV.

-We almost won. -Stop, Marco.

Sorry, Steph, excuse me, but you will never get there.

-But what are you talking about?

-We're gonna give everything.

- Must go to the end.

-You got stung

your wife, so you don't care.

-Calm down, guys! Ho!

-You defend the soccer players,

huh, mimil? - Shit shit!

You know that you come out of jail and your daughter was taken from you.

-Leave her alone.

-You take whores

in your team?

Hubbub

...

-It was Guérin who heated them. They like you.

Little ones, we came to see you with Franck, Greg ...

Huh, grandpa? -Yes, it's true.

-It was good, Marco. You had long hair,

you were sharp, elegant.

But you didn't have the mind.

-I didn't have the mind?

-Everyone says it here.

"Marco, he was good, but he had no mind. "

Construction machinery engines

...

-Ho!

What are you doing ?

It's not your club, that! You do not have the right !

-Ho, ho, ho. -But, it's my club!

Leave that, damn! -Marco, stop!

-This is the war you want.

Fuckin 'motherfucker! Whore !

-Calm down.

- Come on, let's continue. -Who does he think he is?

Shit, go!

-Calm down.

- Come on, let's go back. -It's okay. It's okay.

-I invite you

because i am worried about Enzo.

It is a good element. He participates, he is voluntary.

But homework is no longer done, he falls asleep in class ... It's not okay.

-I agree with you.

I knew it would affect them.

I'm all alone. I do what I can.

I can't do it. -I'm sorry.

It's just a bad passage, we will recover.

-So quickly, because it's almost the end of the year.

-We will do whatever is necessary,

I assure you.

-It's okay ? -It's okay.

-Mr. And Mrs. Liezac?

Hello. -Hello.

- Cheers, guys. -Health.

-Marco is going to have a hard time to play the baballe.

I put the trucks

on the grass, I dismantled the goals.

-Well done. -He had to provoke me.

You imagine ? Getting there is crazy.

-Very good. Left. Come on.

Well, that's good. Come on.

-What...?

-On 50 meters, small strides.

- Does he care about my face or what?

-It's good. Go to the left foot.

With the 2 feet. The flat of the foot. Here.

Small cushioning,

not too hard...

Here. That's right.

-What is happening ? -Marco does

whatever.

-Reason it. It's stupid to fuck

on the face. -If my son does that, it's

because you screwed up.

Let him work.

-If it goes into a spin, we will have warned you.

-What do you mean ? -If anything happens,

you will be responsible.

-You were a little strong there. -You have to choose sides, shit.

Door slamming

Engine roar

-We had fun, it was a party!

-You have fun, and I I don't know what to do with Margot.

Do you take me for an idiot?

* -We've rarely seen a boy make a match like that.

* Good pass from Platini for Battiston. Ouch!

* It's not true!

* It's not true! Oh there ...

* -And again, Schumacher.

* -While Michel Platini is holding her boyfriend's hand ...

* Very ugly gesture, anyway, from Schumacher.

-Here.

It's your daughter ? -Yes.

-She is so beautiful...

It's crazy, what she looks like to you.

-I hope she won't have the same life.

Sometimes I wonder if i shouldn't leave her

with his host family.

-Oh no. No no.

Really, it would be horrible for her.

-And then she looks happy over there.

-Ah, there he is.

-It's okay ? -Where are the others ?

-They are all at Stéphanie's.

-Why ?

-They didn't want to tell me.

-What do we do ?

-You start ? I will see. -OK.

-Did you call everyone? -Yes.

Go girls, we put on clothes.

-What's the matter ? -Franck is gone.

There was a big mess because of the children.

-Can I see her ?

-Marco?

-So what ?

-I'm sorry, Marco.

You know that I'm with you, but there,

lose my guy, I can't.

I can not.

-She's right.

We are not going to put our couples in the air

for a soccer match.

-It's simple. If Stéphanie stops, I stop.

Laptop vibrator

...

-Yes, Lea? * -Papy had a hard time.

-What? * -I'm in the hospital.

* He has just passed out.

* What do I do? Shall I call mom? -No, no. Ok, I'm coming.

He knocks on the door.

What happened ? -I dunno.

He fell, he was all white.

-It's the firefighters who brought him?

-Yes, in 10 minutes.

- What does the doctor say? -They don't really know,

so they will do it again Exams

tomorrow morning.

Someone's knocking at the door.

-There are people for you in the corridor.

-Okay.

-Just there.

-How is he doing ?

-Not very well. He did a training attack.

-He will get out. He's a big guy, grandpa, right?

-Are you a medic now? - Don't take it like that.

We are sorry.

-In any case, if you need anything, we're here.

- Are you telling me that now? I need my father to get better

and let the girls win this point to fix

your bullshit. It's doable ?

So I don't need you.

- Shit.

Someone's knocking at the door.

-Sir?

I'm sorry, but it's soon 10 p.m. The visits are over.

-OK.

-We replace immediately. -Just go.

-Top. Come on.

-Go ahead, send.

Past. -Advanced.

Classes ! That's it, great.

Soft music

...

- Any news from grandpa?

-It interests you ?

-Yes, I'm interested.

-Any.

-Ah, wait.

She likes to have a little cloud of milk in his coffee.

And she likes it, too. She adores.

Are you okay, isn't she too tired?

-It's okay.

-You can't tell him to come back?

I am sorry if I was too hard on her.

I pushed the plug ... -Tell him yourself.

-How is he doing today? -Listen...

they say it's stationary.

-We will do it, this match, dad.

The guys came back. They coached the players yesterday.

We are going to win this match.

Hold on, dad.

-It is true ? It worked ?

Well.

-No, wait, didn't you do that?

-We're going back home. - Don't look at me.

-You knew ? -I swear to you, no.

-I half believed in your crisis.

-You speak ! "Hold on, my little daddy."

-You're completely crazy.

-Papy, you're the best. -My slippers.

-You scared me.

Never do that again. -No, I won't do it anymore.

Promised. -You scared me.

Oh my God...

Oh fuck.

What is he doing there?

-Oh...

-Are you okay, grandpa? -It's okay.

-Shit...

It has been far too far, guys, this story.

I am really sorry.

I don't know what took me to react like that,

but this story girls at PSPC,

it made me crazy.

Okay, listen.

I came to see you to tell you that I was with you for this match.

If I can do anything to help the club, you ...

you don't hesitate.

-Maybe I have an idea, yes.

- YOU ARE A SPACER PLAYER TAP IN YOUR HANDS

IF YOU ARE A SPACER TAP IN YOUR HANDS

IF YOU ARE ONE ...

Cheers

...

-Oh yeah !

Hey. You didn't make fun of us there.

-You will be fine here.

Come to see. Take a look. -The cow !

-Eh? Have you seen this material?

And especially...

Cheers

...

-It's beautiful. -Oh dear...

-Girls, we are not on holiday. Uniformed.

Come on, let's go up, we're going to touch the sky,

touch the stars.

Go for it. And we go down.

-We are going down.

-Well high, knees.

-Yes, Cindy! -Go.

-Good, Cindy. -We go on with heels-buttocks.

-Relaxed, relaxed.

-Go. Here, very well.

We're going to do it twice, again. -2 times.

Go girls. Here.

Yeah, Cindy! Yep! - There you go, very good.

We will finish with the chased steps. -Not hunted!

Whistle

-We are serious.

Please, we are serious.

We must play collectively. We play together.

If one takes the ball,

we don't leave her. We play with our qualities.

Play with physical intercourse, it won't work.

-Yes. You don't have to look for contact,

because you are smaller, slower,

the strikes are less strong ... -It's okay,

Mimil.

-It must be said. -Look.

Ball circulation.

Cindy takes over possession

we give him solutions.

We swing on the sides. Corinne, in front of you.

There you make yourself available.

Okay ? Here, Stéphanie,

you're looking for Sandra or Lea. Lea, you emerge on the wings,

and here, it's good, it fits. -Marco?

-What? -What do they want?

Let's go ? -I'm going, me.

Sandra, you lead the training.

Wait for me. -We go back.

We take a ball for 2.

Leah, are you going with me? -Yes, I am here.

-Yesterday in Paris, we discussed your case.

Women against men, it's no.

-No, but wait,

I have one game left.

What do I do ? It's not possible.

-Do what you want,

but whatever the outcome, it will not be validated.

-What do I say to my players?

-I am sorry.

Good luck.

Door slamming

-It's okay ? What did they want?

-A judge's paper for Sandra.

I said that I would send them this evening.

Its good.

-You're sure ? -Yes Yes. Everything is fine.

-Football is not a question offside or not offside.

It's like a first date.

Either you return to the field, are you sure,

you seek victory,

either you go there swinging arms,

and if that's it, do not leave the cloakroom.

-Here.

-10 years of balloon in there, I know what I mean.

-What do you know about football? You told us to play in 4-4-4.

-So what ? What?

Marco, weren't we playing in 4-4-4? -It's 12, asshole.

- "10 years of balloon".

-I'm stupid, but you understand me.

-We are waiting for someone?

-It's you who did that, Leah?

-Well, that, it's a surprise.

It's okay ? Between.

Who warned you?

I present to you Isabelle, my ophthalmologist.

- HELLO, ISABELLE.

-Go sit. We're going to sit down.

-HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SANDRA

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Cheers

...

-Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

-You will love.

Isn't that cute?

-This is so cute.

-It's okay ?

-Well yeah. Thank you.

-I can enter ? -Go ahead.

-It's okay ? Do you have it all? -Yes.

-OK. What? Oh no...

It's not true...

- Go on, now. We have a match tomorrow!

-Come on. -Go!

-Traitor. -No guys in girls.

-Isabelle going to sleep with who?

-It has no match, tomorrow. Come on.

- GO! -Go.

-Goodnight My Love.

-Good night. Kisses.

-Clear! -Good night !

-Good night. -Stéphanie?

You close the door.

- Don't worry. -Good night.

-Good night.

-Whore ! Are you going to let us sleep?

Get out! -Oh, I'm good.

It's not true...

Jealous.

Who will still sleep with the bus driver? Bibi.

-The Tison-Martel stadium is crowded to support the PSPC team,

who defended herself well in the 1st half.

Always 0-0 for this match hotly contested between SPAC girls

and the boys from FC Lens.

The teams join the field.

I can tell you

that the atmosphere is boosted,

since i remind you that if it was validated,

a single draw would to save the club.

Whistle

-Go!

Public encouragement

-It's mom.

...

-Oh fuck.

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-Go, girls, we're going up!

-It's good. Come on, Lea!

Yes !

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-Léa, shoot!

-It's good, Lea!

Play in front!

-We are here ! Yes, Catherine!

-Go, yes!

Shout

-HO!

-Are you serious?

Are you okay, Catherine?

-Get away ! -Slowly !

Slowly.

It's okay ?

Encouragement

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- Don't let him play.

-In defense,

there is nobody !

-On him !

Hoots

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-It is not serious.

-Go, go! We're hanging out!

-We have time.

Lea, stay in point.

Yes that's right.

Encouragement

-Yes, Sandra! -Go, Sandra!

-HO!

-Good, Sandra! Good !

Cheers

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-Go!

-Stop him ! Go ahead !

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Protests

-There is nothing.

-But there is nothing!

Hoots

- Calm down, sir. Calm down.

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Cheers

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-2 minutes ! Come on!

Come on! Yes !

Climb alone! Come on!

Yes, Lea!

Cheers

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Whistles

Cheers

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Good job girls. -Go, come!

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Slowly !

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-SPAC SPAC SPAC SPAC SPAC

SPAC SPAC SPAC SPAC SPAC

SPAC SPAC SPAC

-Warning !

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-Atchic atchic atchic! -AIE AIE AIE !

ATCHIC ATCHIC ATCHIC! AIE AIE AIE !

ATCHIC! OUCH!

-Marco!

-NOT, MARCO! ON THE GO, MARCO!

ON THE GO, MARCO!

Hissing

-No no. -A SPEECH !

A SPEECH ! A SPEECH ! A SPEECH !

-I'm sorry,

I had the president of the League, and the match will not be validated.

-It's not possible.

-You kidding ?

-Did you know?

-In fact... -No, nobody knew.

He called me and I didn't mean to say it.

-Whore, but you piss off, Steph.

-Sandra ... -No, but Sandra!

-Why did you tell the girls that I didn't know?

-After all what did you do for us?

They would have wanted you. -They're going to blame you for death.

-I have ... I'm used to it. We have seen others.

-No, but still, Did you see this match?

I hadn't seen that since a long time.

-What did you think? Too strong.

-Sandra's goal was unbelievable.

-Ah well, there ... -Crazy.

It was quite a thing. You wouldn't have put it on.

-Oh, I don't know. -You wouldn't have put it on.

-I put some, goals. -What did you mark?

-It wasn't kidding, at the time.

You know what they called me at SPAC? The surface fox.

Laughs

Long live the newlyweds!

Cheers

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-Marco, thank you.

Honk

- Misses.

-Oh, Sandra!

Oh that's not true.

-It's uncle Marco.

I spoke to you of Uncle Marco.

-You're okay ?

-Yes. -She's cute.

-I have the same curls than you.

-Did you see a little?

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Fanfare music

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No, you have no right!

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