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Ezequiel Remacho el Grosso.

Thank you, my little town.

Thanks for this wonderful welcome.

It's been many years,

but I could never forget.

I'm glad to say, my little town,

our lives are linked forever.

Why do you keep saying

"my little town"?

Obvious. It's small, and

it's mine.

How is it yours?

Let's talk to the mayor.

Why not? Mayor.

I'll explain, later!

Au revoir, Mayor.

You're not needed.

Welcome to the new town.

A tribute to the noblest sport

with the world's largest stadium.

Sightseeing tours.

Theme park.

And a museum dedicated to the most

important figure in its history.

We don't want any stadiums, here.

I didn't forget you.

Nor you.

Work starts today.

We'll start with the bar.

No!

No. Stop!

Quick. Get out!

Stop them, please.

Impossible. You can't

hold back progress.

Out, come on!

I want a rematch.

Wait. You can't do this to us.

It's your town, your people.

MY town -- YOUR people.

All this over a foosball game?

Oh, please... Please...

Bring me that foosball table,

or don't come back.

Wait. We won't stand for this.

The people is always right...

Ok, 'almost' always right.

Listen to me, please.

I won't leave you alone

until you hear me.

I'm all ears.

What are you doing? No, really,

don't press the buttons.

Laura! Laura! Laura!

Laura!

Amadeo?

Amadeo?

Hey, Amadeo?

Ta-daa! What's up?

Amadeo.

Capi, is that you?

Course it's me. Who else?

Don't sulk buddy.

Are we brothers or what?

3,724 undefeated games, you and me..

What's the matter?

This is a nightmare.

I'll wake up and everything

will be alright...

The bar, my foosball...

No.

This is not a nightmare.

No, no, don't be discouraged.

Don't give up,

we can turn this game around.

- Are you blaming me?

- No!

- Do your best and full speed ahead.

- What...?

I wasted my life on foosball

now I have nothing.

What do you mean 'nothing'? Wait up!

You have much more than El Grosso.

Please, Amadeo, stop.

My legs are short.

I'm useless.

Laura's leaving and I...

I can't help it. I have

no way to keep her here.

On top of everything,

I'm talking to

a piece of lead, as if it

were perfectly normal.

- Are you done?

- Yes!

I'm not a piece of lead.

I'm Left Winger and Captain of

the best foosball team in the world.

And you are undefeated champion.

You have an accurate eye,

perfect balance, a supreme wrist.

Did you forget the mechanic

next door's challenge?

He was destroying us and

laughing at you, remember?

- This was his laugh...

- No, not like that.

- He laughed like this.

- No!

- How, then?

- Like a squirrel. Sorta...

And his friend's laugh...

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

We were losing 3-0

and came back to win 4-3.

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