The Third Half Page #4

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every day,

but I haven't seen your

column in them for a while.

Oh, that... You know how

they are - I got suspended!

Although I am partly to blame

myself. Missed a few deadlines.

- You lost your job?

- I didn't lose the job, Mother.

I've been suspended

for a month, that's all.

With the new coach I hardly

have time to breathe.

Wait till you meet him.

A true German!

Your father sweated blood for

sixteen years in American mines

to earn money for your studies.

We sacrificed our best years

to make you an educated man,

to drag you out of this gutter...

And now you waste it

on that folly!

Football is not a folly,

Mother! Yt's a princely sport.

A real prince would find himself

a princess, start a family...

Look at you! Living alone

like a dog.

Who's going to take care

of you when I die, my son?

You don't get it, Mother.

One day, football will become

the most important thing

in the world.

The freedom of your movement

is limited by rules and regulations.

And then? - And then we went to

the promenade. I bought her a soda.

Eh, soda! - Yf you break those

rules you create anarchy.

So what? Ive got no money

for a restaurant.

I promised Father Kiril

no more stealing till Easter.

No worries! This guy will have

us all drop dead by Easter!

But if you know how

to stretch the rules,

then you make

magic on the pitch!

Faster!

- Come on, faster!

- Up the tempo, guys! Tempo!

Then what? - And then we

talked about our signs...

- What signs?

- Horoscope signs.

Like, I'm a Sagittarius

and she's a Virgo.

But you're not Sagittarius,

you're Cancer.

Yeah, but she said she

preferred Sagittarians.

Modern football is based

on the same principles

as the seven Bushido virtues

of the Japanese samurai:

Loyalty, courage...

And then? - And then I

walked her home.

- You didn't ty to kiss her?

- No.

You jumped on my cousin

Maria on your first date,

and you didn't even

smooch this one?

This one's not that

type of girl.

And what type of a girl

is my cousin Maria?!

Persistence and stamina,

not gossiping!

Take a break, Pancho, the

polenta's almost gone cold.

Don't bug me, woman!

I'm being conditioned here!

Same thing in our house. I can

never get my son to eat polenta.

That's not my son

that's my husband!

And who's got two

left feet now?

Left and right! Keep tying!

Concentration, Pancho!

It's like the tango,

left-kick, right-kick...

Write that since I met her

I cannot... - A cliche!

But it's true! - Doesn't matter

it still sounds like a cliche.

Okay, how would you put it?

I'd start with something

more original, like.

"Dear Rebecca, thy beauty recalls

those Nicene pillars of yore..."

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