Metegol Page #3

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Amadeo, we're unbeatable!

You and me,

we don't need anyone else.

Let's find our dependable boys.

Women come and go willy nilly.

Do you think they'll ever come?

Let'em go if they want!

Once we get the team together

we won't fear anyone.

We do what we do best and it'll

end like the mechanic, Amadeo.

4-3. 4-3!

We don't need anyone. No one.

Not the town,

not the bar,

not Laura...

No.

Laura, yes.

Then, you'll get her!

With the team behind you,

forget el Grosso, you'll see.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Let's find the guys.

- Where?

- I dunno.

In the foosball, I know

every inch, but out here...

- Give me some time...

- I know!

- In the trash.

- In the trash.

Where do they dump the trash?

I dunno, the dump?

- To the dump!

- Let's go!

- Did we really beat the mechanic?

- 4-3, Amadeo.

Goals scored by Beto, el Loco

and two of mine. Remember?

- Your last one was offside.

- No, no. It was on the line.

Where are we going?

Nowhere special, my weekend house.

Hold on tight.

- Isn't this great!

- I don't like this.

Why not? I do it every day.

The best part is,

they keep coming back.

Please, don't. Please!

Can you tell me how we're

going to find them here?

One step at a time.

Let's calm down, roll up our

sleeves and let's get started.

Woah! Crazy trip.

Oh, what's this!

The field got wider.

Beto, Beto!

Offside!

Help! Help!

No!

Look at what El Beto did!

You're El Beto!

Loco! Beto!

- Capi!

Bless your eyes that see me.

You don't know how we suffered

from our separation.

Look... How about that?

Beto wants to do this.

He wants to be free.

Ole, ole! Sausage and puree!

Ole, ole! Sausage and puree!

Careful.

- Turn, turn. Watch the hair.

- I'm free.

I'm free as the morning sun. Free!

This is great!

Beto always was the top scorer,

but, watch out now!

What scorer?

I'm top scorer, Beto.

Sure, Capi. Pardon, Beto got confused.

Big scorer!

Play along.

Seem he went a bit loco.

I heard that.

I repeat:
I'm top scorer.

No, seriously.

Did the rat eat your brain?

The scorer was always Beto.

We all know it.

And it's pretty hard to score

in this useless team.

You're useless!

If I didn't pass it to you,

you'd never touch the ball.

He must've hit his head.

I'll hit YOU in the head,

big mouth. I score!

With one hand tied behind...

- Don't push me.

- I'm so scared.

Beto, seriously...

I scored those goals alone.

Guys, this is really bad for football.

We must be united.

Aligned with the universe!

Ohmmm...

You couldn't score a goal

on an unguarded rainbow.

Nee-noo, nee-noo...

Oh, an ambulance, come to

haul off the poor nut.

They'll haul YOU off

when I'm done with you.

With one hand tied behind...

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