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God has granted me a long life.

I have seen and experienced much,

but understood very little.

Well, I guess it has to be that way.

I dream of Belgrade, Chubura.

That's where I was born.

I can't remember when and how

football came into our lives. It was all unplanned.

We thought it was only a game,

a boyish passion which would fade away with time.

But that odd game changed our lives.

Trailing its magic,

we wandered to the far, unfamiliar world.

Leaving our former lives and loves behind us

and really believing that we will return soon, all together.

Everything was new,

except the old friend who joined us.

Finally, we were all together.

Full of boundless strength and illusions.

Confident that we were just going to play soccer.

We didn't even notice how everything became different in some way.

By facing trouble, challenges,

and fear of death,

The long journey passed by in a second.

And when we arrived,

we didn't know if it was the end

or just the beginning.

MONTEVIDEO SEE YOU IN

6 JULY 1930 MONTEVIDEO, URUGUAY

Your Excellency, ladies and gentlemen, our Uruguayan brothers...

Haji, make it short. It'll be good.

Boza, spruce up the boys a little, so they look as they should.

There will be journalists, reporters... clean them up a little.

...which you are holding in our honor

and to remind you that...

Smarten yourselves up nicely!

There may be reporters there to take pictures of you.

Gentlemen! Men, please, be serious.

You'll be photographed.

We are the ambassadors of our... Careful, careful...

We're not here as individuals We represent our country as a delegation

and we are the ambassadors of our land.

Please take note of that.

...I wish to thank you for... our...

I can't hear the orchestras here.

Where is the welcome ceremony?

It seems we missed the exit.

Haji, please, look over there.

Maybe they're there...

Andrejka!

- Is the bus coming? - It won't come.

No welcome ceremony.

Boys, let's take a little walk.

Hey! Why didn't you come to the port?

Holy smoke.

Let's go.

Good day! Where are you coming from?

We're the Yugoslav soccer team.

- Hello from Romania. - We're the French team.

- Hi guys! - Hi Ivica! Let's have a drink.

Let's go guys.

C'mon, c'mon, what are we waiting for?

What a pity, he's all tarted up.

See you on the field.

Hey Romanians! How are you?

We're ok. Good luck to you!

Look, Radoje, how nice the parrots are here.

I can't tell apart the males from the females.

What's this? Green bananas?

Unripe?

But the women sure are ripe.

Ripe and black.

Nice town.

Classical Mediterranean style.

Neocolonial. It's the influence of Spain, you know.

That's what I said!

You're going to screw around with Jose!

This is a decent hotel, not a brothel!

What's wrong with you?

- Calm down! - You're crazy, man!

What are you doing?

Consuelo, get in here now!

And you, you...

You like to screw around, huh?

You like it, huh?

I'll kill you!

Welcome to the Paraiso Hotel.

I wish to greet our dear guests from Russia!

- Yugoslavia. - From Yugogoslavia.

Welcome to Paraiso.

He says there's a small problem with the electricity.

- In what sense? - In the sense that there is none.

- Jose! - What is it?

Someone crapped in the left toilet. It's jammed.

So what do I do now? Don't fuck with me!

Please, just a moment.

Eduardo, Eduardo!

Well, what are you doing there?

The suitcases, come on!

The keys, Consuelo!

Welcome to our hotel!

Come on, come on, Eduardo. We can't spend the whole day here!

Please, ma'am, where is the FIFA office?

FIFA, soccer.

Fucking? - fifar -

FIFA, soccer...

Thank you, ma'am, thank you.

- Can you go a bit quicker? - How?

C'mon granpa. Take his stuff.

Screw the electricity...

Tirke, this Spanish language isn't so hard.

I understand everything this guy said.

Of course you do, he's one of ours.

- How do you know? - Can't you hear him swearing?

What's up guys? Why are you looking at me?

You see, he's speaking Spanish.

He's speaking Serbian, I heard him.

Heard shit.

What I'm speaking isn't Serbian.

We're countrymen.

We're not countrymen. I'm a Croat. That's different.

So? Croats are some kind of Yugoslavs.

We are the Yugoslav national soccer team.

I know you're the national Yugoslav team.

But, if you are the national Yugoslav team...

Where are the Croats?

Hurry up Paco.

Leave me alone... you fat goat...

Where are the Croats?

They didn't come, because...

Because of what?

As you see Yugoslavia, so you see the national team.

Without the Croats. That's why I'm here.

Ok, let's go, kid.

Hey Poopster!

Not you, the little guy.

- What happened to you? - Huh?

What's with your leg?

Nothing. I was born that way.

With a crutch?

No, without one.

- Let's go kid. - Hey, guys, wait.

I'm Paco. The Uruguayans call me Paco. I'm Miljenko Pakovic.

I am master and god here. If you need something...

...don't feel free to count on me.

Crazy guys...

Hey, who's the kid gonna sleep with?

The kid will sleep with me.

This is the key to the room.

Mosa, are you mad at us?

No. I'm just tired.

Tirke studies Spanish every day.

Who's he gonna speak it with?

Ooooh...

Are these guys tourists?

You're the tourist here. They're Brazilians.

I've never seen anything like this.

Let's see how they do at the match. It's easy here.

This desn't look easy.

Whaaa?

Tirke.

We could do this with a live egg.

Look out!

Oh, Jaksic.

I didn't know you had family in Uruguay.

Jaksic, are you out of your mind?

What?

If the coach can have his pigeon Radoje, and Mosa and Tirke have Stanoje,

I can have my own lucky charm.

Oh come on, please.

I'm tired of goalies being abused as people and as soccer players.

Hey, he's quite wordy for a goalie.

That's Hotchkins,

the greatest soccer trader in the world.

So, he's here as well.

And how do you know him?

He was at the French Cup finals and he asked about me.

Let me introduce you.

Nah.

Hey, don't touch that motorcycle. It's not a toy.

- But it's fantastic! - Yes, it's fantastic.

Hey electricity guy!

What's with the power?

Electricity!

Screw electricity and everything about it.

What are you looking at?

I'm looking at your shoes.

What's with my shoes?

They're dirty.

Dirty?

I'll clean them, and you get us electricity.

Sorry,

I have no interest in electricity, I am interested in girls.

Where can I find them?

Girls?

Sure. I have money, so I can pay.

Here it's normal to pay for a girl.

You see this street here?

Yes?

Well, it's not there.

Over there, you go up and the first to the left.

When you see a red light, you've found it.

Thanks.

Hasta luego.

What?

Hasta luego. See you.

Ah! Yes, see you.

Where are you going?

I'm going to town. C'mon you too.

- C'mon. Let's go. - Ok.

Stop, don't come any closer!

Damn, what's this?

Holy smoke.

Come on. Let's go.

Mosa! Let's go!

I'll catch up with you.

What's with Mosa?

Let's go to bed.

Let's go.

I am worried about Mosa, he's not the same as before.

How can he be the same? He barely survived the voyage.

He'll be ok, he's recovering.

- And Tirke? - What about Tirke?

Tirke's got love problems.

He found out on the ship that his girlfriend left him. And he took it hard.

But he'll be right as rain, I guarantee it.

Is he any good?

Not just good. He's the best.

That's what I like to hear.

Ok gentlemen, it will be ok. Cheers.

Cheers.

Look, sir. Flowers, nice and cheap.

For two pesos.

- I don't have any money. - I'll give it to you for a peso.

No, thank you. Sorry... no!

Coca Cola? American!

- Coconut, very tasty! - Thank you, no.

Leave him alone, He told you he doesn't want any.

- Come here. - Leave him alone.

- You're a sailor? - I am not a sailor.

This is the Madonna. She'll protect you forever.

No, no, I'm a soccer player.

- Soccer player? - Yes.

- Brazilian? - I'm not Brazilian.

American?

I have a special figurine for American soccer players.

Chubura. Belgrade!

Serbia! Yugoslavia!

- I don't understand. - Europe!

Look!

Sorry.

No, no.

- Leave the Madonna. - It's ok. I'll pay for it.

I am very sorry!

You Antichrist!

I'll pay! I'll pay.

How much is it?

I don't want your money!

I don't want your money, you Antichrist!

Help! I'm being attacked by the devil!

Now you're a really good-looking soccer player.

Even though you were very handsome before as well.

- I don't understand Spanish very well. - Never mind.

Is the water cold? - Yes. - And I'm hot?

Kid, you looking for trouble again?

Maybe that's not so bad. Fight fire with fire.

Hey, I'm looking for you.

Who is this handsome guy? Are all soccer players so handsome?

Mosa, my friend. The king of soccer.

I'm not the king, don't exaggerate.

How nice, the king. And you are? A prince?

Prince, no.

- How do you say right winger? - Forget it, be a prince tonight.

And don't go crazy like last time.

I'm starting to be crazy already.

Wait, I'm looking for you.

- Mosa, my friend. He's very depressed. - I understand.

Sorry.

We'll meet soon, handsome Serb.

In a tango bar,

two beautiful girls will be waiting for the prince and the king of soccer.

Mosa!

- Let's go get a drink. - I can't. Let's go sleep.

- Are you ok? You seem strange. - I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. Let's go.

Get out of here...!

What's happening inside?

You took half an hour, fool!

I don't want to see you here any more.

Respect the rules!

What losers.

A moment, people, a moment. What's this?

Guys, here's the red light. Should we check it out?

Get in line!

Come on, I want to see a proper line.

Get up!

- Come on, come! - Try me!

What's happening here?

We're not killing anyone here.

We're teaching you to stop being shy.

Follow me, let's go.

- Let's get in line! - Let's go.

Guys, um... I'm off home.

- Wait! Maybe he's right. Wait Jaksic!

Those sick kids are in my head all the time.

C'mon man!

Ok, now we know where they are, we can tomorrow.

Forget about the kids.

We're someone's kids as well. Ballerina!

Come... why are you leaving?

Try us, it's really good!

Tomorrow.

Ladies and gentlemen, at this spectacular Mundial which is being held in Uruguay

some of the best teams in the world will meet.

Now, His Excellency the mayor of the capital of Uruguay will address you.

10 JULY 1930 OPENING CEREMONY

Citizens of Montevideo.

Who plays the best soccer in the world?

Uruguay! Uruguay!

I am inviting the president of the international soccer federation,

Monsieur Jules Rimet, to open the championship.

I hope this date will commemorate a

new chapter in the history of soccer.

I have the honor of announcing the opening of the World Cup!

We are starting with the draw.

The first team is the championship's host.

The best soccer team in the world

Uruguay!

The opposing team is

the national team of...

Rumania.

Almost...

Rumanians!

Uruguay? Sorry about that...

They might as well get packed and go home.

Home, eh?

France!

Good luck, boys!

And the opposing team is...

Hey, which team would you like us to draw?

- I don't know. What ever... - I'd like someone serious.

So serious they'll beat us.

The United States of America!

Brazil!

By god, if I got my hands on this one,

I wouldn't let her go. If you know what I mean...

And if we both got our hands on her?

Hey, don't jinx us.

C'mon.

The opposing team is...

Yugoslavia!

Serb, it seems you'll go home before us!

Please, one more picture!

C'mon, smile. Smile.

Hey, kid, your wish has come true.

Ok, when I said serious, I didn't mean that serious.

Where are you going guys?

We're off to...

- I don't want to swear now. - Go on, swear.

That frigging draw.

Ok, Brazilians are Brazilians. What can we do about it now?

Let's have some fun, now that we're going home in a few days.

I can't sleep anyway.

The people here have a great respect for the church.

I just hope FIFA is not in cahoots with the heavens.

So there will be no pressure from up there on the referees.

Mr Andrejevic... You know that a domestic field has its advantages.

But this is an international competition,

and we're doing everything to keep order.

God almighty, how long do we have to wait here?

C'mon guys, rapido, rapido.

What were you doing so long?

The guy's crazy!

Guys... The service is alright, but the comfort is a little problematic.

Gentlemen, this won't come out in the press, don't worry.

When you finish, Bora will take you to a bar, over there.

I can't wait... C'mon guys, let's go.

The first street to the left. Yes, you can't miss it.

Like this?

Or like this?

Or like this?

Look. Like this...

Do not touch my sister.

I don't want to see you any more with Dolores.

Kike, please.

If I see you, I'll kill you.

Sit down and relax.

Are you ok?

Kid, where are you going now?

Tirke!

I can't sleep.

You're used to snoring, so the silence bothers you.

All this is too much for me. And now Brazil...

Anyway, everything is...

Like my late father would say, who knows why that's good.

Ok, go if you insist so much. Go.

What happened?

Radoje has a problem with jetlag,

so I let him go to his evening training.

This is a nice city.

Yes.

And the girls are pretty. And dangerous...

We all went through what's bothering you now.

You'll be ok.

And what's wrong with you?

You seem a bit strange?

I'm not the same man any longer.

I can't even run any more.

Real aces don't have to run.

Even the ball doesn't listen to me anymore.

And that's the only thing that ever did.

I play ball for money, but I always owe money.

Occasionally, I find a woman,

but I'm alone.

I've decided to stay.

I'm not going back.

I can't go back to the ship, I barely survived it.

We didn't come here to stay, did we?

Who knows why we came.

Let's go.

Poopster, are you free?

What about a motorcycle ride?

- For real? - For real.

All Zivkovic had to do was cross the ocean, and look what happened...

What should we do about jerseys? We don't have any.

They can play naked like the old Greeks.

- You'll find some jerseys. - Me? - A set.

I will find the jerseys for you. Me.

Where can I find them?

- I didn't even ask you. What's your name? - Stanoje. - Stanoje.

A long name for a small person. It's il contrario from mine.

I am Paco. A short name but a big man.

- Paco, can you make beans? - You mean butter beans?

When I make beans, everyone licks their fingers and toes.

Can you make some for my pals, to encourage them for the match?

That's a good idea Poopster. Great idea.

I'll earn some money and get the wine. Stop here, stop!

- You won't clean shoes here, will you? - I will, why?

It's embarrassing, someone will see us.

It's not embarrassing. I earn my money honestly.

There's no one to make money but me.

And your pals, do they have any money?

Them? They're as poor as church mice.

You're all like church mice. I was smart to escape.

Are you going to help me or what?

Hey. How do you play on this?

Don't they feel sorry to step on this?

What are you looking for?

You see, the poles are holding it up.

Well, yes.

Guys! Let's go, we have a lot of work.

That means we'll talk now?

We're not going to talk at all. We're all talked out.

What would you like to talk about?

About Brazil, for example.

We don't have to talk about Brazil at all! Everything is clear.

If we could run away, I'd be the first one to run.

Here, we'll do this differently now.

We'll play on one goal.

Everyone to the left, come on.

Now let's all go to the right. Come closer.

Now everyone to the left, closer.

Now to the right...

And to the left...

everyone left.

This is like our kolo dance.

That's it! Like the kolo dance.

We'll match their samba with our kolo.

And us? What should we do?

You will kick the ball between the midfielder's legs, in the first strike.

Got it?

Mosa!

You know when you slam the player in the field... Do that at the beginning!

Milutinac! How did your grandfather command during the war?

- Follow me! - That's what you'll do tomorrow!

And me?

You what?

You have to score a goal,

why did we bring you here...

Come on Tirke!

Lead the kolo dance.

C'mon. Go get them!

Let's dance!

Closer! Get closer.

Closer. Good.

Everyone to the right!

That's it!

Everyone to the left!

To the left again!

Here's the Serbian bread.

Uruguay, you'll never be a real country.

Here's the bread, you devils. Break a piece off.

- Are Paco's beans any good? - Real good, excellent.

C'mon. Enjoy.

Look at this. Delicious.

Give me some, please.

Sir, there is some grilled fish for the gentlemen!

I like simple things. Serve.

Oh, ok.

Here. Do you have wine? Do you have...

wait, here's the wine.

What is with the wine, woman?

That's it, sir, more wine here, please.

Here it is, Uruguyan trout with Serbian bread.

Tell me what we owe you so we can pay.

You'll pay it off to Brazil tomorrow.

In that honor, some more wine.

Poopster,

where are you going? -I'm going to the hotel. I'm tired.

Why now? Eat some beans, I'll take you there later.

I can't, really. Thank you.

You're a good man, Paco.

- Me, a good man? - Yes, yes.

See you.

Poopster! Hasta luego.

Hasta luego.

Paco's beans.

These are Serbian beans.

Paco used to make butter beans.

His beans were hot. These are soft.

This meal is with ribs. Would you like to try it?

This one has the right fragrance.

The Uruguayans are always afraid of the Brazilians.

Even today.

Interesting thing, we were not afraid at all.

Although, we didn't know a thing about it.

Get away!

Where are you?

Ok.

What are we doing tomorrow, coach?

We're attacking.

Who?

Brazil.

We'll attack Brazil.

14 JULY 1930 BRAZIL-YUGOSLAVIA

What is it, you bums? Get lost.

Cotton sheets, absorbs sweat, right?

There's none better.

Maybe the Brazilians will feel sorry for us like this...

They'll beat us senseless.

Wait guys, how can we play in this?

- You prefer our red jerseys, right? - Yes, I'd play better.

Are you some big shot?

We'd at least have a coat of arms.

Just run. Why care about the color of the jerseys?

Gentlemen, please!

What difference does the jersey color make to you?

You are not playing for yourselves,

but for your country.

Play soccer.

It's no shame to lose from a team like Brazil.

Remember that.

Let's go, Haji.

You're really funny, I swear.

I shat my pants.

Just don't look at the spectators.

Tell me.

What are all these rags?

A smuggler, huh?

- Take him away! - What are you doing?

You're making a mistake, boys.

That's it.

I'm afraid we'll get slammed.

C'mon, warm up.

Why are the journalists going behind our goal?

So they can photograph the goals.

Holy smoke, what's this?

Jerseys!

Jerseys!

Jerseys, hey!

Ok, Yugoslav, ok.

Andrejka! The jerseys! I did it!

Now it's ok, huh? A tandem.

We'll see, I don't know.

What do you mean, a tandem? What's wrong with me? -You come as well.

A three-bum tandem.

Now we can take some pictures.

- Stanoje! - Stanoje!

Just a second Haji.

What now? What are you going to do now?

Just a minute, just to close my eyes for a second.

- Will you watch the match? - I will, I will.

Poopster, why are you dressed like that, all you need is a Serbian peasant cap.

- I got one. - God have mercy...

- How are we playing? - Do you know what the samba is?

That's what they're dancing.

Hey, the samba, samba. That's samba.

Let's go!

Here it is! Here it is!

- Vampire! - Not me, please.

C'mon, attack!

Guys... Screw that...

It's ok! It's ok!

He kicked that through his legs?

Yes, yes.

Our guys are taking the piss.

For sure.

That's it.

Give me a smoke.

Wait for him, Vampire! Wait for him!

Get closer!

Don't yell.

Attacker...

Ballerina, take over.

Get outta here.

Tirke!

What'd he call?

Gooooooaaal!

Tirke scored against the... Brazilians?!

Oh yes.

What did I tell you about young Tirnanic? You just have to let him play.

Coach, let me tell you what soccer really is...

Haji, give me back my other shoe...

It can't go through,

it can't!

Look at them playing.

They'll have to play differently in the finale.

Ok, ok, let's go...

Closer to each other!

Now! Let's dance the kolo!

Follow me!

Gooooooooaaallll!

Two goals. That's it! History.

Mr Bek... The French school.

No! Belgrade school.

I have nothing else to say to you. Nothing. You're great.

After the match we're going for a drink, whatever happens.

Let's not waste any energy.

Will you be able to make it?

Yes. Pass the ball to the others, it's better.

We're at the threshold of a spectacle which the world has

not seen since Charles Lindbergh's flight over the Atlantic.

We have to pass the news to our folks in Belgrade!

How do you expect me to do that?! To send Radoje?!

Let me write history now.

It's starting.

The great Milovan!

Hey, it's a foul!

Guys, I can't take this anymore.

Oh c'mon.

Ballerina, how much longer? Just another hour or two.

Hour or two...!

Mr. Tehada, do you have a watch?!

Ballerina! Give me the ball! Give it to me!

Tirke!

C'mon, play it.

Do it, come on! Play it!

C'mon, once more!

This is a great victory!

The Yugoslav footballers who

beat Brazil today are arriving!

Mr. Andrejevic, I have a reservation for you inside.

Please come in.

- Let's play! - No, first a drink. - No, a dance!

Well done, man!

You prince!

Congratulations! I saw everything...

You are an incredibly good player.

Don't tell anyone you saw me today.

You prince!

Dolores. Pain.

I know what pain is.

You are my pain.

Not pain.

I can be anything for you, but not pain.

Let's dance the tango.

- What a celebration, eh? - Yeah, big time.

You have no idea, Poopster, what a real celebration is.

When we celebrated at home...

"Blow O wind,

a little from the Neretva, a little from the Neretva, blow"...

Did it blow?

Yep. It blew me away to here.

Let's celebrate a little. We won.

You won, make merry.

C'mon Paco, you're one of us.

We beat them, right?

Guys!

There will be trouble.

I thought you are the Antichrist.

And you are...

No, no, calm down.

We're brothers now.

Everything's ok. Congratulations for beating Brazil!

This is a celebration!

Sing! Dance!

Long live the prince of soccer!

Music, music!

Viva Tirke!

- It's ok, it's fine. - Viva Yugoslavia.

It's my birthday today.

- Your birthday? - Don't tell anybody.

We have to celebrate.

The two of us, alone.

Alone?

Let's go.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday.

Go. Let's go.

Adios, good people!

Yugoslavia's team! One question please!

This is a great day for Yugoslav football.

But more important is the First World Cup in Uruguay.

My congratulations to the host nation!

Thank you, we will hold a press conference later.

- Brazilians. Adios amigos! - That's not nice.

- We won. - Exactly. Have some respect.

Bravo amigos! - Bravo!

Nice hotel, eh?

Let's for a walk around?

Ok.

Ah, a goal.

Hello, hello.

- Did you see that Tirke? - What?

Marbles. Let's thrash them!

Ok.

- Go talk to that man. - Which man?

The one over there. Ouick, it's important. I'll come soon.

- Where is Tirke? - What's going on?

Never mind. Mosa!

Jaksa! Wait! Let's go...

- I'm going as well. - Not you.

I said my piece. C'mon.

- Why not us? - Ivica!

And what about us? Batko?

- C'mon! - C'mon. - Let's go.

Puslica. Let him go. C'mon.

That's right. Bravo Tirke!

Kid, you take them, I can't.

Ok. This is now ours.

Bravo.

Why should I chew gum?

Can't you see they're chewing, so chew.

- Let's try once again. - Again? -Yes, once more.

Kid!

I'll take your place. There's some American guy

who trades with players. He wants to see you.

Why aren't you at the meeting?

- He's not interested. - Then the trader doesn't know his job.

Gentlemen! Come and see this.

The Uruguayan press is praising you to the stars.

Ovations. Kudos to the players.

And listen to this - los Yugoslavos son los Brazileros de Europa.

You want me to translate? Did you understand?

- I understood. - What did you understand?

The Yugoslavs are the Brazilians of Europe, right?

What are they mumbling about?

What's he saying?

Shut up. Wait.

What's the matter, what're you talking about?

Milutin's gone, man.

- Bane, come here. - Me? Why?

- What about us? - It's ok. Let's go.

Wait, man...

- Bravo Tirke. - Hold him.

Come on, the chiquita's brother is calling you.

Wait. I'm playing.

Wait? And I left my job...

Come on, I don't have any time to waste.

Besides, you can't hold a marble like that.

Give it to me. Here, this is the way to do it.

Gently, gently. There you go.

See you. Bye. Kid, take them for all they're worth!

Tirke! Wait! I'm going as well!

- Look how they love him here. - They love him like shit.

He dragged us to this hole because of his girl...

- Why? - When you need a woman, you pay for one, not come here.

Shut up, it's better for you. You don't understand this.

As long as you understand.

The assassin of Brazil!

Hello, Aleksandar.

What a handsome young man.

- Thanks. Hello. - Hello.

I'll bless the table.

Try this, Poopster, this is good for you.

A prayer first, child.

- What did he say? - Prayer first. As it's proper.

- What are you doing? - We stand up for the prayer.

Sit, you fool.

Lift your hands up, like this.

Lord, we thank you for the food we are about to receive

and we ask for your protection.

- Amen. - Amen.

Dear guests, friends. My dear sister

Has found the man of her dreams.

the prince of soccer, the assassin of Brazil!

He says he's happy she's finally found a real man

and an assassin...

Assassino?

- Assassino de Brazil. - The assassin of Brazil.

The happiness of my Dolores is my happiness as well...

Her happiness is also his happiness. He said that nicely.

And when the Mundial finishes, and with the blessing of the Virgin Mary,

You'll play for the great Penarol!

I'll see to that.

- What about Penarol? - And when the Mundial finishes, you'll play for Penarol.

Why Penarol? The Nacional is better.

What the hell are you saying? What frigging Nacional?

- Joke,joke! - Ah, a joke.

And finally, you will stay here with us.

When the Mundial finishes, you, my friend, will live here with them.

For the start, you will share a room with granma Julia.

For the beginning, a room with granma.

But when the granma decides to leave us...

- I won't leave you. - When the granma decides to leave us,

it'll be all yours.

I won't leave because I won't die.

- Granma, shut up! - I won't die!

She won't die... and he is very angry.

They are arguing now. Arguing a lot.

- Don't screw with me! - Go to hell, you old hag!

Like shit she'll ever die, just look at her eat.

- What did she say? - In short... you're fucked.

ATTENTION! FORBIDDEN ZONE!

Sir! Sir! You're not allowed here.

Sir...

Sir... This is very dangerous.

Please go back.

Sir, do you understand me?

Go back.

What is this place?

Long time ago was the beautiful village.

Before this terrible disease took over. Now it's the ghost town.

This children are very sick. You can get infected.

You should leave.

- But they love football. - Yes.

They love football. And they love life.

Gooooaaalllll! Mosaaaa!

17 JULY 1930 YUGOSLAVIA-BOLIVIA

- Mosa's back! - Bravo Marjanovic!

That's it Ballerina! Pass it to me!

Ballerina! Pass the ball!

Pass the ball, Ballerina!

Monsieur Rimet, you said you wouldn't come to the match.

I thought it wasn't important, but now I think it will be decisive.

France and Rumania finished competing, and they're going home.

- Is that a problem? - It shouldn't be

if Yugoslavia beats Bolivia.

The honor of European football is in your hands. Are you aware of that?

Pass it, go on.

FIFA will have huge problems if only the local clubs are in the semi-finals.

Without Europe in the semi-finals, mon dieu, we are...

Let's stop defending ourselves and pass the ball!

Pass it to me. He's not playing well!

Can't you see I'm all alone!

- It's good! - What's good, are you nuts?

Ballerina!

I don't understand him.

Tirke, pass it to me, man.

Ivica! Pass it!

Don't worry sir. I think we will win.

I hope so.

When ever did you pass it to me? When?

You need to pass it to me, I'm the offence.

People, bravo! Bravo! Excellent first half-time!

Just please don't be so selfish, guys. Pass the ball a little.

- I told Ballerina. - You again Ballerina, huh?

It's ok, everything's alright.

Let's go now, the second half. Let's give a goal as soon as possible.

And then go back, let's keep even.

This guy's crazy. That means I have to give at least two goals.

The coach is speaking.

- I am sorry. - Let's go! Be smart.

...shoot at 16, whatever.

It's iiiiiin...

That's it, just kick it!

- Why didn't you pass it, man? - Sorry, I have to give another goal.

- Give it! Give it! - To me Ballerina!

I'll do it! Move, I'll do it!

- Are you sure? - I'm sure, go away,

Prince!

Prince!

We're in the semi-finals.

You're the only one who wasn't worried. - Now I am worried, Andrej.

Guys, we didn't play like the coach told us to.

No, we played much better.

The Yugoslav national team has done more than any other Imperial power.

They conquered Uruguay.

Our boys, as real ambassadors of sport impress with their manners

in meeting with the jet set of Montevideo.

Milovan! Milovan the great!

You're overdressed.

Hey Ballerina... they'll take your pants off...

What is this man doing with our players...

We have, as our guest, the new star of the Mundial Aleksandar Tirnanic.

How do you feel as a star?

Now everyone knows about Yugoslavia! That's the most important thing.

- You became a star nonetheless? - I'm just a part of the team.

- We heard that you will become a player of our Penarol team? - Is that true?

I'm not thinking about Penarol.

I'm interested only in the Mundial.

- Could you live here and play football? - I don't know... I am a Serb...

I don't think so...

Tirke! What are you doing?

I am waiting for Dolores.

Tirke, where were you? I was waiting for you.

What do you care...

I was worried.

You don't have to worry about me.

I can do that myself.

- He's not well, eh? - That was yesterday.

- What? - He wasn't well yesterday.

Now it's a casastrophe.

- You mean catastrophe. - Yes, that.

You'd stay?

Why not?

I found a girl who loves me.

I found a club where I can play, to earn money.

And the team?

Where's the team? The American offered a few bucks and everything's screwed up.

Maybe here I could be happy.

Have you ever seen a happy man?

You were the first who wanted to stay.

Now maybe you will be the only one who'll return.

Holy smoke. Is this for us?

- Probably. - I don't want any. Who knows how much it costs here.

Yes, but they can take it from the contract.

But if they open it...

- Boys, would you like some champagne? - No, thank you!

Some champagne, little Romanian?

I'm not crazy to pay for that. It's pricey.

Pricey.

- The Romanian's tightfisted. - And we are not?

You champion!

Why didn't you come? I waited for you.

You shouldn't have come.

What's going on Dolores? Is someone dead? Granma Julia is alive?

Alive! Can't you hear what he's saying?

I'm alive, I'm alive. I won't die.

Let's go.

Wait. Dolores, I don't understand anything.

What don't you understand? You don't want to get married, you don't want Uruguay,

you don't want Penarol, because you don't love Dolores.

Wait Dolores.

I love you.

I will go with him.

Ok, I'm going with you.

No, no. We're not going to town. Go over there.

This is where my mother jumped from and killed herself...

She was abandoned.

I don't understand.

She was all alone.

The man she loved left

and took her life with him.

I will never leave you.

I won't.

22 JULY 1930 SEMI-FINAL DRAW

Can I help?

The radio, please. To play in the semi-finals.

The semi-finals.

I hope we'll beat the Argentinians.

Let's hear who we're playing against.

Vampire!

Tell Bane I found great shoes, only 150 dollars.

- I don't know if they have my size. - Sure they have.

And now the president of FIFA, Jules Rimet, is going to proceed to the draw.

In a few seconds we will know the rivals of the matches.

- Good morning. - Hello.

Give him a good helping. Look how skinny he is.

Granma, he's a soccer player, he can't gain weight.

I don't care about soccer, I want grandkids.

Good morning, granny.

Boy, sit down and eat. I want grandkids.

The first semi-finalist is the national team of Uruguay.

Did you take care of the goats?

Yes, yes granma.

- Did you take care of the goats or not? - Leave me alone.

And against Uruguay in the first match of the semi-finals will be...

The national team of Yugoslavia!

What luck...

Fucking hell!

- Hey, we'll crush them to pieces. - Yugoslavia!

Yugoslavia - Uruguay.

Ok, ok.

Uruguay is good in soccer.

Uruguay is the best.

Yugoslavia is good as well.

- Yugoslavia will lose. - It will be 5-0.

God willing...

we should all play like one. Yugoslavia will win, it's possible.

Look son-in-law, you're no longer with Yugoslavia.

- Kike, let's eat. Calm down. - I'm calm.

You're ours, you are with Uruguay.

It's the Mundial now, I am Yugoslavia.

- No, you won't play. - Kike, calm down.

Please. Calm down, sit down so I can explain something to you. I'll explain, calm down.

Kike, it's not a good moment, stop it.

Shut up! Stop it. What's wrong with you?!

Kike, you're crazy!

Leave the boy alone! Calm down, you ruin everything you touch.

- Kike, you're crazy! - Get into the house!

You heard Kike, there's no way out.

We're playing the World Cup semi-finals in 2 days... and our team is falling apart.

Mosa, find Tirnanic, wherever he is. I want him in the hotel.

What kind of fuck-up is this, by God...

Ok Milutinac, enough of the speeches already.

Say it again, I didn't hear you.

Ok, stop it now, really.

Do you want to hear a speech from me? Huh Sekulic?

C'mon, c'mon!

- What is it Ballerina? - Why are you getting involved?

Easy! Take it easy guys! Keep your strength for the semi-finals.

Semi-finals!

Do you understand what that means?

Let's go! Make two teams. C'mon guys!

- That's it! - Ballerina, don't come with us.

I won't.

- Now you'll pass the ball to me, and I'll... - Ok, slowly.

Mosa, you're with them.

No Bek, I'm with you. Somebody has to be the captain on the tour.

You didn't really think it would be you?

Are you going with us?

- Yes, am I in the way? - How could you be in the way?

Now I feel much better. -If it's easier for you, go to the goal.

Look at Mosa... he has betrayed us.

- Did you sign the contract? - I did, for more money.

- You sold your soul. - Boys, the ball for me!

And no more than two contacts!

Easier, easier, hey!

Vampire! -What's with you Vampire? Are you nuts?

- It's ok, hey. - Don't, guys.

What is it doggy? How's the grass?

What's this? Hey!

Wait a little, you fool. The man's hurt.

- Did I ask you anything? - Pirate!

What is it?

Jaksic?!

- Sorry. - Enough! Let's go!

Don't be scared.

Back home, they called me "Miljenko the Cat".

I'm going to fuck these...

What do you want?

Where is the football player? The Serbian?

Tirke!

What does it matter to you?

I am responsible for him.

Tirke is now my responsibility.

He is my borther-in-law and he's not going anywhere.

I want to see him.

Go now, motherfucker!

Go! And don't come back!

- Milutinac, do you want to drink with us? - No, thanks.

- Come, sit with us. - I'll sit there.

Hey, what's wrong, kod?

Guys,

- Pooper stays with me. - What happened?

I brought something for you to eat.

Do you want it?

Dolores,

I have to go.

Eat.

Dolores, the match, the semi-finals.

Just a match.

It's just a match.

Everything will be ok.

No, nothing will be ok.

Everything's ok.

No, you don't understand anything.

I know my brother is crazy,

I know.

But after we can be together.

Marriage.

Yes,

but I must play.

Do you understand? I must play.

Play?

A match is more important to you than my love?

No, soccer is my life, do you understand?

And what am I in your life? Nothing?

No, there's no dilemma.

What do you mean? You said you'd stay, that you love me.

You said you'd stay, and I told you to go!

You lied, you're no prince!

You're all crazy!

Ok, do you want to go?

Go then! I don't want to see you anymore! Leave!

You are crazy. You are all crazy!

- You will go this way... - Wait!

- No you'll go with us. - Ballerina goes with us.

Jaksic, you and Bane...

No problem, if we get killed...

The professionals have to look out...

Get down!

The truck... it's going away!

Where did this guy come from?!

Hands up!

- Who are you? - The Yugoslav team.

Handsome young man.

Where are the other players?

Where?! Speak up!

Fuck you...

Don't move! Don't move.

If you move, I'll kill you.

Tie them up!

Where is Tirke?

Dolores! Are you crazy?

Let's go!

You're dead now.

How dare you come into my house?

Into my own house?!

Put your hands down, morons!

Ballerina is not good enough for you?

We are the champions!

We are the champions, you motherfucker!

What are you?

Football players?

Or criminals?

You don't deserve to play against Uruguay.

Don't move!

Don't move, or I'll kill you!

I swear to God I'll kill you!

That's enough!

Kike... let the boys go.

I've had enough of you and your football!

You can't force someone to love.

I'm sorry. You are one very wise lady.

Thank you very much.

Handsome young man.

Let's go, before they change their minds.

Good bye, prince.

27 JULY 1930 URUGUAY-YUGOSLAVIA, CENTENARIO

The press, the press.

I don't understand what you want, Zivkovic? To send a report?

You don't have to understand anything.

Someone over there doesn't trust my professional reports.

- They do have trust. - Please don't talk.

The King and the Yugoslav government asked me personally for a report.

There, that's all.

The King and the government of Yugoslavia.

Yugoslavia!?

- Italy! - Italy.

We have tickets. I paid 100 pesos.

We have 20.000 people with tickets and no seats!

- Now what, sir? - Watch from here.

Sir...

The boy can't see from here... he's small!

- Good? - Good... good!

Did you see how big he is?

Back home, I threw guys like this in the river.

It's like a whole city is here.

Let's warm up a little.

I'm already dripping wet.

I've never experienced anything like this before.

This is nothing. We're playing football.

Bravo Jaksa you devil!

Goooooooaaaaallll!

Uncle Bora loves you!

Bravo boys, bravo!

What are we going to do now Uruguayans?!

Police, please.

Sing like our Serbian heroes did when they beat the Turks!

English, English Bora...

- I can't help it... - Bravo!

C'mon Uruguay!

C'mon! C'mon!

That's it! Very good!

Referee?

What is happening?

That's a good referee, who is he?

- A Brazilian! - He's a gentleman, you can see that immediately.

Why are they complaining? That was clearly an offside.

They will gripe until they win.

- It was an offside! - Are you crazy?

- Are you in your right minds, people? - Put your head down.

If we give another goal, they will shoot us.

Fuck them, let's play.

What are you doing there? C'mon, get out of there.

Very good!

Offside! Offside!

Hey referee, that was an offside!

That's not a goal! That was an offside!

I told you, didn't I? I know these Brazilian crooks.

It was an offside, why didn't he call it?

Didn't he call it?

An offside as big as a house!

You see how he shat his pants from the Uruguayans.

They killed the guy.

Call it then!

Look what they're doing with us!

Do these guys want to kill us or beat us? What is this?

We have a big problem!

We can't beat them.

What's this guy whistling for?

What? A foul? What foul?!

People, is this possible?

The frigging robbing prick.

They annulled the goal.

Is this guy nuts?

I'll find you anywhere. Just watch when I start refereeing...!

Come here so I can clobber you! You prick!

Scandal!

Referee, in civilized countries there's a prison sentence for this!

Milutinac. Fucking hell...

- Easy. - You bastard... - Easy what? - Please, what's going on?

I can't look at this.

What does he say, Milutinac?

- It's finished, boys. - What's finished?

Gentleman, the last warning!

Come on now, call your king and government,

fatherland and the military! Look what they're doing to us!

What's this? What did the idiot whistle for?! Goal?

- What goal? - It's not a goal! - Is he crazy? - Who's crazy?

History will judge you, people, are you crazy?

- Hey man, what is it, are you a cop or a football player? - You stupid cop pig...

- Ballerina, ok, he'll arrest us all. - So let him arrest us!

Grab him!

Cook him in tomato sauce... And add some garlic!

Bravo! Now I'll give a goal! Look, now I'm going to give a goal!

Take me away so I don't have to watch this! Uruguay!

History willjudge you!

You can say that now in Serbian. What a fuck-up!

Fuck all of you.

Goddamn to hell!

To the field, guys. Please! To the half-time.

I'll see what I can do. Please! Let's go!

- Yugoslavia! Go on, play ball! - C'mon boys!

Milutinac!

Take the captain's armband, Milutinac!

C'mon Poopster! Screw this.

- Sir, you cannot enter! - Move!

Monsieur Rimet!

Come in!

What's happening Monsieur Rimet?

We made it. You, me, all of us!

Soccer is becoming the future of the world.

This is the future for you?

Listen to me!

You can't see the forest from the trees.

We made it.

We did more than was expected. And we can do more.

I expect help from you too.

They really smashed us.

Do you also think that we shouldn't go back to the field?

I decided today to say goodbye to soccer.

I'll miss it.

But I'll miss you even more.

If you go out on the field now,

a great injustice is waiting for you.

An unjust defeat.

But I would like

to go through this last lesson together

while we're still a team.

In your lives, you will face a lot of injustice and many failures.

but you will be alone.

All this must be gone through.

This is how boys become men, kids.

I'll be on the bench.

Let's go.

I'd like to see them again.

I believe there is a place

where we'll meet again.

Take this, take it over there. When God didn't let me have it...

Others wrote about all this too, but

no one knows the real end.

I know.

30 JULY 1930. LAST DAY OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP

- What does it say? - It congratulates us for third place.

Let's go, people, we will really be late.

They really think they'd beat us.

Tell them they're nuts.

You won't even accept the medals with us?

We don't want to be late for the bus.

Ok, guys.

Have a good trip.

We're keeping the medals for you in Belgrade.

Thank you.

Mr. Andrejevic!

We'll play the match for third place. We just made an agreement.

Kid! Hand over the gear!

Apologize to Monsieur Rimet, but we must see who is at third place.

Where are you going? We packed everything.

What are you doing?

No one never knows with you Serbs.

Andrej?

Leave the guys alone.

Gentlemen, let's go watch some soccer.

How're they going to play without a goalie?

As my grandfather would say, whatever you do in life you'll be sorry.

And if you do nothing?

You'll still be sorry.

Do you want to go to America? You're the right kind of person.

Shut up kid!

Gentlemen,

we must win third place.

- Go to the right wing. - It's about time you remembered.

Paco!

Where are you going?

I'm off. I have some work to do.

Were you serious about that?

Which?

- Staying? - Yes.

Hey, I was joking.

This is really far away.

You know what you need?

Is that a souvenir?

No. That's just a hat.

What is it, Poopster?

- Bravo men! - Bravo! Well done.

Paco!

This is for you,

a gift from me.

The others I can't give you. I have to return them.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You've traveled far,

Uruguay is far away.

My God, it is.

I am hoping you have a story for a movie.

You see, I should go now.

I knew it.

There must be a place where we will meet again.

I'll see you again...

In Montevideo, 1930, Yugoslav national team won the third place.

That is the greatest success of Serbian football ever.

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