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Welcome, Denmark. Welcome to Nya Ullevi.
This is the first time Denmark is in a European or World Cup final.
ON THE BALL Here's the setting and it's unbelievably beautiful!
Here's the team...
Lars Olsen, followed by goalkeeper Peter Schmeichel -
- and the entire flock.
The Danes, once more in their red jerseys and white shorts.
- Everything alright at home? - It's okay.
- Is Mom doing well? - Looks like it.
Hey, chairman. Need to strengthen the first eleven?
- Yeah. Are you in shape? - I'm in fantastic shape.
You're the one who got us here late.
And no arguments with Lennart!
We're having problems moving the ball forward.
All players are on our half of the field when Germany is in possession.
Hi, Heino.
Brian Laudrup for the first time...
Vilfort...
Laudrup again... Good save by Peter Schmeichel!
Hey, it's supposed to go in, Casper! Kick it, man! Come on!
Flemming Poulsen, Henrik Larsen in the middle. Here comes John Jensen!
Ai, ai, ai! Whoopee-do!
- What kind of stunt was that? - The ball was behind him!
I won't have that piss. 20 push-ups!
The boy's just trying to play football.
- Let Casper do it. - Who asked you?
- I played 4 years in Super League. - Dad...
Out! Get out!
- When's your mom coming? - Now. She's always late.
Waiting for David? I think he already left.
- Hello. - Hi... Cecilie.
I'm going. See you later.
Nice girl.
- Friend of yours? - Is it your business?
- I may know a few tricks. - Of course. You're an expert.
DAVID'S STUFF
FAREWELL TO A VETERAN Torben Nielsen Applauded
Hi, you've called Marlene and David. We're not home, so leave a message.
If you want Torben, call his cell phone.
It's Torben with a message for David.
I just want to say your room's ready.
I've hung up your football posters, so everything's ready.
So, see you. Bye-bye.
- Hi, chairman. - Hi, Torben.
If they lose, he'll make them run all day Monday. He's psycho.
Give me ten minutes with those kids.
Niclas, Curly, and David in an offensive diamond. Casper at the top.
Ten minutes. They'll be playing like champs.
- Okay... - Now we just have to fire Lennart.
- He's been headhunted by Br�ndby. - But the season starts tomorrow.
That's why it's lucky you can take over on such short notice.
- Here are some team cards. - I'm pretty busy...
Relax. It's just temporary until we find a new coach.
But...
You'll be great! With your background. I can feel it.
Thanks for the beer. See you at the match tomorrow.
Well? Are you guys ready?
- Shall we talk about the line-up? - When's Lennart coming?
- Hasn't the chairman talked with you? - About what?
Listen. Lennart has changed clubs.
He's coaching Br�ndby's first boys' team, and...
. . . I'm taking over for the time being.
Come on, Casper, here we go! Go solo!
Aww! To the right, Casper!
Come on, Casper. Come on, come on!
Yes, there!
Come on Casper, pass the ball! To the right! Come on!
Nice work, Curly!
You could have scored, Casper. Get him!
What'd I say? He's best on the wing.
Watch out...
Referee! Free kick!
Listen. We shift when they play their left mid, so our right mid has him.
Right or left?
Their right mid. He's the one we want.
Right?
No... Yes, dammit, that tall guy. Cover him.
Kevin, you change with Lars. Tobias, change with Henrik.
- You're not serious, are you? - Who decides here? I do, okay?
Come on, let's turn this one around!
- What are you doing? - You just took me out.
Get in there.
Hey, coach. Casper isn't left mid.
Oh, shit!
Come on, boys! The middle, the middle!
Casper, you're off-side!
What'd I say? 3-5-2 !
The referee called for off-side.
- Referee! Are you totally blind? - Offside on number 7.
- He didn't influence the play! - Bye, pal. Just leave.
- Move, you moron. - What?
- I'm talking to the ref. - What's that? Did I hear something?
Fucking faggot.
- Hi, it's Marlene. - Hi, sweetheart, hi...
- What do you want? - I'm not sure. I just want to say...
I don't really know... but everything's fine here.
I don't want you drinking when you're with David. Understand?
You're irresponsible, that's what you are!
Okay, I'm hanging up. Go back and fuck your Citr�en man.
Look what I got.
Well, Beckham?
You guys played real good today.
You just need some routine. Then we'll be on our way. Got it?
And you know what you oughta play?
You oughta play offensive mid. Got it?
Samba football.
Don't pick me up anymore.
I'm not playing as long as you're coach.
Michael Laudrup with Juventus. He pla yed the wrong position, too.
Hey... ! David!
David!
Well... here's the boxer.
- Only until we find a real coach. - Yes, of course. It's just temporary.
We'll see how many of the boys show up.
What's he up to?
- I don't have any money. - It's my treat.
I'm sorry about Saturday. It wasn't the best start.
You can say that again. Discharged already?
- I know it's a drag, losing 2-1 . - 6-1.
6-1?
They didn't stop the game just because you got knocked out.
Okay. Anyway... We're going to play a whole new system.
Look closely.
- The goalie's here, of course. - Hasn't he been replaced?
3 defenders. Think: Brazil in the Cup.
- We don't exactly have Roberto Carlos. - No, but we have one like him.
Me?
- Fast. A good runner. Good kicker. - Niclas ''Potshot''.
Look at this... Midfield.
The defensive mid can fall back, if necessary.
Otherwise he's fighting opponents midfield.
Yeah, and their coach.
Ha-ha. Look...
The offensive mid can move up to be an extra central attacker.
Think: Rivaldo, Ronaldinho in the World Cup.
- Who am I, then? - You're Ronaldinho, here.
It takes more than an over-bite.
- Tighten your G-string, Beckham. - Gonna blow any more sure goals?
Hey, hey... Hey!
Hey!
If we can make this work, we'll win the series.
What about Br�ndby?
They're only 7 points ahead. We have to play football.
Have you seen Curly?
I think he's in locker room number two.
- Do you need some help? - No, no.
Just give me a week to find out how to open this thing.
It's not easy. It's this one, here.
There... Okay, that's it.
My god! How many seasons do you play before you wash these?
I've been a little busy since last time.
- My name's Nina. - Torben.
- You're Daniel's dad... No, David's. - David's.
- Hi, Mom. - Hi, dear.
- Hi, Curly. - There we go.
Okay, just give it some softener. It'll take out the smell.
- Bye-bye. - Thanks for your help.
See you later.
BLEACH
Hi, Peter, Torben speaking. Everything okay?
I'm one man short on Saturday, and I just wanted to make sure...
That was an accident, okay?
But the second team's in Helsing�r. Listen, I only have ten men.
Couldn't you just...? No... yes... Okay.
Hope it's a nice funeral. Yes. Bye.
Mom? It's Dad.
Hi... You haven't seen David, have you?
He's over visiting Rasmus.
Do you have the address? We're only ten men...
What's wrong, Torben?
Nothing's wrong. What's his address?
It'd be better if David were left alone.
It'd be better if you stayed out of this.
We had a good talk the other day.
He gave the clear impression that he needs a break from you.
- Did he say that? - Just let me talk to him.
- I'll speak with him first. - That would be best.
- You shut the fuck up! - Good-bye, Torben.
David...?
It's Dad! Come down here a minute!
David!
You haven't seen someone named David out here, have you?
David? I have a cousin named Dariush.
- It's not him, is it? - No, it's my son.
There's no David here.
This is him.
Is that David? The one on the right?
- I'm the other one, for Christ's sake. - Fuck you. He doesn't live here.
Yeah... Come on in.
I'd like to welcome our new player.
- Did you headhunt him? - I had to. That's the game.
- Tell them your name. - Hakan Pirasa.
- Pizza? - Pirasa. Why don't you listen!
- Who's gonna play mid defense? - That's Hakan's favorite position.
What the hell is this?
What kind of faggot outfit is that?
What're you doing, Casper? You've got to get past him! Come on!
Oh, no! You're never gonna score, man!
Hey! Play it!
The wing, Hakan!
What's that idiot doing?
Come on, boys. We're gonna win this one!
Who was it who won today? Herfolge! They could really play!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hvidovre is a comic book team...
There's room in my car, too.
Hvidovre is a comic book team, comic book team, comic book team...
Hi, Heino.
What about back-up from behind? He hasn't scored in ten games now.
- Don't cut off too much. - That won't do in Premier League.
I've been thinking... Could you calm down a bit on the sideline?
What about when he's playing for 40,000 fans?
You take it too seriously.
Like it's my fault he hasn't scored in ten games.
Keep this up and he'll never get anywhere.
Sure, Torben.
I'm just asking you to take it easy on Sunday in Birker�d.
- Isn't it a home game? - It's been moved. Haven't you heard?
Holding on to your good players?
I talk to a lot of talent scouts, Torben. A whole lot.
Howdy. I see you're training alone.
You've got to come back. We can't make it without you .
- Casper needs someone to set him up. - I'm not playing if you're the coach.
Michael Laudrup was tired of Ricardo, but he came back anyway.
David...
Who died?
Come on, boys, you didn't play that bad.
- What game was that? - We've got a good defender.
- The Dribble King? - Fuck you!
Take it easy, now.
The only thing we lack is the desire to play.
You have to believe in yourselves a little more.
Hi, David.
We're not fooling around here.
You've got to keep challenging them, even if you fail at first.
I'll see you guys on the pitch. Good to have you back, David.
Come on! Let's see a little tempo here!
Honestly... Set up the pace, now!
Yes! That was better.
- Hi, girls. - Hi .
Okay... Last exercise. Get in line.
Niclas...
You kick it to me, run, get it back, and then net it.
- Without a goalie? - Yes.
I want to see some enthusiasm. Okay?
- You're not serious, are you? - You'll need it tomorrow. Come on!
Yay. Hurrah, hooray.
Okay, let me show you.
Next!
I think you got the message!
Damn! What a typical goal by Casper Nielsen!
- Hi. - Hi, Lennart.
I'm not training Br�ndby today, so I thought I'd see how you're doing.
You're welcome.
I hear you've implemented a new offense plan.
- I'm working on it. - Any results?
- We're improving . - I see you brought the music box.
How're you doing, otherwise? I heard about that last match...
I won't keep you. You've got to make sure you keep out of last place.
Boys... Give a warm welcome to the Hvidovre Cheerleaders!
Go Hvidovre!
That's world class, girls!
Come on, Casper! Keep looking for your chance!
What do you think of the new coach?
They've made some real progress, haven't they?
Keep your spirits up, boys. We're only down one.
- Your game's working now. - It's cold as hell.
- Let's just feed Casper. - This isn't 2nd division.
- My balls are like ice cubes. - Fuck you. I'm feeding Casper.
Hear, hear!
Listen . Our game's finally starting to function.
- Play the ball forward and you'll win. - What do we get?
- What do you want? My car? - Cut off your moustache.
- I'll run around the field, naked. - Nope. The moustache.
- I've had it since I was 15. - That doesn't make it prettier.
Okay.
But then you'd better play like winners!
Come on, guys, let's do it!
- You haven't seen my dad, have you? - He's been delayed a little. Go play.
- This is field 13, dammit! - Speak properly.
- Then where the hell is it? - Field 13 doesn't exist.
What the hell's this, then?
Overtime! Everyone forward!
God dammit!
Shit!
Yeah! Yeah!
Yes! Yes! This is absolutely fucking world-class!
Well, we didn't win . We played 1-1 against the worst team.
- Good coaches don't grow on trees. - Should I call one of my colleagues?
Oh, yes!
- Hi, Hakan. Want a ride? - Don't you have a math class?
- Who are you? - He's my math teacher.
Oh... ! Mehmet.
Hi.
He's good, isn't he? Good at fractions. He has it from me.
- Do you want a lift... to school? - Bye, Dad. Gotta make it to class.
Just let me know if he doesn't do his homework. I'll make him do it.
- Where's the moustache, coach? - Hi, guys. Hi, David.
Oh... Hi.
Hi... I know this sounds a little strange, but...
I promised the boys a club party. I haven't done much preparation...
- Hire a stripper. - Curly!
See you later. Take care of yourself.
So I'm looking for a parent who'll give a hand .
Ah-ha!
I'm so lucky. I have only three boys to raise on my own.
- So I know how my evenings will go. - Yes, I know what you mean.
- So...? - Are you coming, or what?
Damn! Typical Casper Nielsen. He scores every time.
Rotate... David!
Concentrate, David.
- Fuck you ! What're you doin'? - Shove it, Pizza!
Get yourself together, moron!
Hey, hey!
- David... - Get away! Let me go!
- David! - Bench the fool!
- Easy, now. - Just because you're his dad!
Hakan's a thousand times better.
Just relax. Let's take it easy.
Well, boys, shall we see if there's any football on TV?
Hey, here comes Travolta!
Hey, man! Keep your hands off my mom!
Shouldn't you be dancing cheek-to-cheek with Curly's mom?
I'm just asking, but...
What'll it take to make you a little less hostile?
A new coach.
- I can't just stop now. - That's never bothered you before.
- What do you mean by that? - With Mom.
Don't, Hakan!
Hakan, stop it!
- Listen, David. It's not that simple. - That's what Mom says.
When I stopped playing professionally...
I was used to being a star, even if it was only in Hvidovre.
Suddenly I wake up one morning and I'm an unemployed furniture mover.
That did something to Mother and me.
And then one day... she didn't love me anymore.
There's nothing I want more than to get Mom back...
- And you . - Then it's all Mom's fault?
No, no... She shouldn't be married to someone she doesn't care for.
- Whose fault is it, then? Mine? - No, of course not.
- That's just how things went. - Hakan, don't! Stop it!
I know I haven't been... a super-good dad lately.
- It's nice you noticed. - But...
We can still have fun playing ball.
I've got a drunk for a dad, a hysterical mom and a stand-in father!
How much fun is that? And you've sat me next to Cecilie.
She can't figure out you planned it, can she? Not too embarrassing, is it?
Hey! Aren't you coming in?
This number's really cool. C'mon!
Come on, David.
My name's Curly, can't you see? All the pretty girls like me. Oh, yeah!
Okay, boys. We play AB on Saturday. Now... we're gonna get that win.
Boys...
I want you to meet Asger -
- who's coached Avartas' 2nd team for some years.
He came today to watch.
Then he'll begin coaching for Saturday's game.
I'd actually like to begin coaching today.
Well... That would be just great.
We must also thank Torben very much for filling in.
We even made a goal last time. Yep. Let's get out on the lawn.
I need to talk with you.
We had a firm agreement, so there's nothing to talk about.
Come on, boys! Raise those knees! That's good... That's good.
Don't think about those Italians. They eat guys like you for breakfast.
Del Piero, Van Basten, Vieri. Up with those knees! Come on.
Costa, Costa. Come on. You'll all be rich. Okay, okay...
Now we'll practice scoring .
Number 12, you feed the ball, and the rest will shoot.
With a real coach there's true potential in those boys.
David, there. He's an unbelievably talented player.
A bit wide, wasn't it?
But Casper, there, he's sharp as a knife in the box.
Then there's our new player...
Sorry, but is this really the level of their ability?
No, no, no. They might be a little nervous. New coach and all.
Maybe you should give them an exercise, so we can sign the contract.
You know what? I think maybe I'd better sleep on it.
- We have to be ready for Saturday. - Yeah.
Okay! That's more than enough!
- What's going on? - Don't make plans for Saturday.
That wasn't good enough, guys. Go all the way!
That's it, come on!
Yes, man! That's the way! Typical Casper Nielsen!
Stand your ground!
- Relax, man. We're ahead 2-0! - Boys, boys. Concentration!
''Casper Nielsen''
- Then there's Carsten Hedegaard . - He's coaching a team in Randers.
- He's gone to Randers? - I can call him.
- John, it's Torben. - What was the score?
3-0.
In our favor! They're celebrating down at McDonald's.
Curly's balance and dribbling are perfect.
He's still got Niclas on his right. Now the pass to Niclas. Great pass.
2 players are after him. Casper's downfield, calling for the ball.
Niclas is in full control with 2 opponents on his back...
. . . and David Jensen. He's gonna go for it. No, he waits! Brilliant!
. . . and Casper Nielsen...
He gets past 3 defense players and hammers it home!
Fantastic goal! Who needs Beckham? We've got Casper Nielsen!
Smart move by Pizza. Yeah! 2-0! Wonderful goal by Pizza!
They're gonna win!
One more game. Then it's between us and Br�ndby. One game!
We've still got to win this one, first.
This year Br�ndby wins silver. This year Br�ndby wins silver.
This year Br�ndby wins silver. This year Br�ndby wins silver.
This year Br�ndby wins silver...
- Hi. - Hi ...
Hi.
What do you do when you're not coaching?
I'm kind of between jobs.
What kind of jobs are you between?
Good question.
I played professionally until a few years ago.
Did you made a fortune?
We used to say, if you drop the check, it's not worth picking up.
- That was a joke. - I know.
Ma y I ask a slightly indiscreet question?
Fire away.
- Curly has a father, right? - Uh-huh.
- Are you divorced? - No.
- Are you still married? - No, he's dead.
Motorcycle accident.
Don't feel too bad . It was a long time ago.
It was when I was pregnant with Emil .
. . . and he's gonna score. Perfect maneuvering.
He's closer to the goal than ever, Torben Nielsen!
Here it comes! What timing! What precision! He scores!
He's still got it in him.
Now they're embracing, of course, and the crowd's going wild.
And Torben Nielsen leaves the field a very happy man.
There he is, my star player... Here they are.
Where have you been? Training?
I know it's bad timing, but...
I've been head-hunted by Br�ndby.
Now?
With two matches left?
My dad promised them I could begin right away.
What'd they give you?
Some clothes, transportation money, boots.
And they promised me a contract when I'm 15.
Hey, nice going. Congratulations.
- I'm really sorry, but... - That's okay.
- You've got the talent. - Thanks.
Shit!
If you'd gotten a super-offer from Br�ndby, you'd say yes, too.
- Who's gonna play the box? - Hakan, maybe.
What's this supposed to be?
- Class was cancelled . - Are you going to lie to your father?
- I've just been there! - But they let me go early.
Do you want to waste your life in a kiosk? Apparently.
Hey, listen . We have an important match in 20 minutes.
Stay out of this, ''teacher''.
I've paid for 6 months. How often have you been there?
- Only once! - Twice, man.
We've got to make the final on Sunday. Come on, boys, come on!
That was bad!
Take him out!
Come on, come on, come on!
Start tackling a little, Niller. You're a full back!
- Does it hurt a lot? - I can try...
Niller... You're out.
Do you want to win this match, or not? Come on!
Watch out, watch out!
Dammit, Curly, I'm sorry.
- I'll be ready for Br�ndby. - It doesn't matter.
We lost. They've won the series.
It's not true, is it?
You didn't send my son onto the field with a sprained ligament, did you?
You didn't do that, did you?
- He said he was okay. - Are you insane?
How the hell is he supposed to play football?
- He said he was okay. - He's 14!
- Who the hell ever made you coach? - Let me know if...
Just shut up.
- Have you heard about Curly? - Yeah, he broke his leg.
I'll talk with the chairman tomorrow so you can get a decent coach.
- I had a chat with Lennart. - Oh, yeah? What'd he say?
He wants me to play for Br�ndby. Contract and all.
Then something good came out of this mess.
I said no.
- Come on! You won't be a sub. - I won't play with Lennart.
It's Br�ndby! You only get one chance like this in your life.
- When do you tell him? - I already have!
And what, precisely, did you say?
That he could shove it.
- He's got Denmark's best boys' team. - I'd rather play here.
I also let him know we're gonna slaughter them next weekend.
Maybe that's where you should have kept your mouth shut.
Imagine if we'd caught up with them in that last game. We were so close.
We'll take second place. Who the hell had ever expected that?
I would really have liked to see Lennart's face.
It's the jerseys! We played much better in the pink ones.
They only got 1-1!
Birker�d equalized in overtime. Br�ndby only got 1-1!
- There's still the goal totals! - No.
If we beat Br�ndby in the last game, we win the series!
- We've got a better goal tally! - Yes, yes, yes!
- What'll we do? - Find a bus.
We'll invite parents, sponsors and everything!
Come on, wake up. We don't have a team.
Find that bus. I'll get our golden boys back, don't worry.
- Want a lift? - What're you doing here?
I was in the neighborhood.
It just needs a little rest. I'll be okay.
- Is it going well with Br�ndby? - Well enough .
- Did you play against Birker�d? - No. My license starts next season.
But your dad, he must be happy.
I thought so, too. He's never been worse.
Last week he was calling up all English first division clubs.
Now he's convinced I'm going to be a star attacker for Bradford City.
I'm gonna quit. I don't like football anymore.
Then you should stop. It's as simple as that.
- But there's another possibility. - What?
You could come out with me and the boys on Saturday and win the series.
That would really freak Lennart out.
That's what I'm counting on.
That's just so typical Casper Nielsen!
- It'll be good for him. - He mustn't lie to his father.
- No, he mustn't. - But he steals to pay his dues.
He steals?
Fifty dollars per month!
Where does he get the money?
I paid it for him.
You paid?
Our midfield defense was really thin.
- Here. - No, no, forget it.
I'd just really like him to play today.
- Take the money for the dues. - No, no. I can't.
- The money doesn't matter. - Take the money. Now.
That'll be enough for a whole year.
- Is it Galatasaray? - Yes, it's a club. The best!
- Did you see the UEFA Cup final? - That was the best evening of my life.
How about Br�ndby in '91? Remember that?
Br�ndby won on a penalty. It looked pretty questionable.
Questionable? The ball was over the line.
Then... he throws himself down.
- Kim Vilfort... - Don't mention him in my house!
Many of them coach for Br�ndby, who we're playing today.
- Have a good day. - Wouldn't you like revenge?
Off you go. Bye-bye.
We'll have to make do with Niller.
Yes! Now it's time for our revenge from '91 !
- Hi, boys. - Hi.
Well...?
This isn't good. I'm tired and I've been comforting Curly all morning.
- It wasn't on purpose with Curly. - I know. It's okay.
I want to see you again. Don't you want to see me?
Listen . You've got to admit there was something in the air.
I have 3 kids. You're in the middle of a divorce, so there's no point in...
Won't you come and watch us give Br�ndby a beating?
I can't. Not with Curly lying here.
Yeah, we'll see about that...
Does it hurt?
Do you need a hand?
He can do it.
- What about the crutches? - I've got them here.
I know you're nervous. That's okay. I am, too.
I'm nervous as hell.
But it's worse not to be nervous and think you've won before you start.
They underestimate us. They don't care which field we play on.
That's how confident they are.
That's fine with me, as long as we don't overestimate them.
I was going to give a lecture -
- about keeping the ball, playing your own game and attacking deep.
But I'd rather talk about all the things you are.
From H.C., who can psyche out any opponent...
. . . to Niclas, who can play any position on the field...
. . . to Hakan, who's the fastest defender I've seen...
. . . to Curly, who can... who could rule mid-field...
. . . to Casper, who won't be a new Jon Dal -
- but will be a new Laudrup, by God...
. . . to David...
. . . who's my son, and who I'm proud to have on the team.
Show that you're a good team! Okay?
It's tough to play a match like this.
But, most of all, it's lots of fun.
So make sure you have some fun out there.
- Is that a deal? - Yes.
. . . and you have to tackle hard. If I see one of you who doesn't -
- he'll be benched immediately.
- Do you understand? - Yes.
You've got to assert yourselves from the start.
I want you to provoke them to the limit, but don't draw a yellow card.
What are we gonna do today?
- What? What are we gonna do today? - Win!
Okay. Go out and win, then.
Well, have a good match.
How about a little shot of schnapps? You're gonna need it.
That's pretty sad, over there.
What's up with you, Casper?
He has a contract with us.
Oh, really? Has he signed it?
Jesus Christ...
Hey, boys. Come here.
Okay, let's warm up, boys!
Booo! Boo, Bottomby, boo!
Way to go, boys!
- There's despair on the bench... - Come on!
We just have to get hold of the rebounds.
Casper Nielsen... Nice ball-handling...
- He's down... - Yellow card!
- Next time you get the yellow card. - That has nothing to do with football!
Good dribbling and control by Bohse.
He dribbles to past David Jensen and towards Hvidovre's goal.
Here comes the kick... Goal!
- I can't control the fat idiot! - Can't we move Casper downfield?
- I get flattened every time! - They're just trying to provoke you.
And David... Look at the ball, then tackle him.
Let's go, dammit!
Go... Hvidovre!
Girls? Listen...
Bohse here, in the second half, still in good control of the ball...
Go, David! Go, David! We know you can, you're Superman!
Go, David! Go, David! We know you can, you're Superman!
David steals the ball! He's off! Good dribbling...
The ball always under control. He fakes out opponents, one by one.
Still David... He plays it to mid-field and here comes Pizza.
A good feint by Pizza, and the kick... He scores!
Did you see that, Br�ndby? That's my son!
Bohse!
Casper Nielsen... A clear free kick.
- Eject him! - Next time you get the card.
He's told off only... These two teams aren't in the best of moods.
This is clearly a free kick, and David will take it.
There it is! Casper Nielsen scores the equalizer!
Serup!
Good dribbling. And then... No! The ref's signaling a penalty!
- What's your problem, moron? - You're finished, my boy.
You're getting this card, so go take a shower.
- Niclas gets the red card. - No way!
No. Not again!
And the penalty kick...
He knows what this means.
You're off the team if you blow it!
- It's yours, H .C. , you take it! - It's got to go in, dammit!
- Self-confidence! - 11 meters to the goalie...
No! What the hell are you doing, man?
That's the way, H .C.! Come on ! Come on, boys!
Go get them!
Casper, in the middle circle. Pizza, if you get the ball, go all the way!
- Shouldn't I play it? - You dribble. All the way.
Yes! That's the way!
It was supposed to go in!
- How much time? - We're in overtime.
It's over! The Danish national team has done it again!
This is Danish football's greatest triumph. John Jensen, Kim Vilfort...
2-0 against the world champs in this European Cup final!
You're looking at some happy people. Congratulations, Denmark.
To those here at Nya Ullevi and you back home. A fantastic achievement!
And the Danish national anthem resounds throughout Nya Ullevi!
He's Denmark's best boys' coach. I headhunted him personally.
But can you hold on to a man like that?
Of course!
He'll be coaching these boys next year as well.
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