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Come on, come on!
Oh, it's drizzling.
Oh, it's raining.
It's pouring like the Great Flood.
Criticism is raining down on me!
Tata!
Who's calling my name?
It's me.
The god of football.
But...
Er...
Are you the responsible for the heavy rain?
Of course I am.
Football nowadays is very boring.
I enjoyed myself watching Barcelona play one-touch football, tiki-taka, pim-pam, like Carlovich, like Maradona.
But now that you have also switched to long ball, I'm sick and tired.
So I've decided to drown you all.
I switched to basketball -- Michael, where are you?
But have mercy on us, I can get the team back on track and make them play well again.
Ah, but I'm sending the flood anyway.
Be cool, please!
Alright, Tata.
But you'll have to build and ark to save the chosen ones.
And ark like Noah's?
Yeah, like Noah's. Come on, get to work!
The god of football gave Tata the chance to build an ark
and thus he could save a pair of players for each position from the flood to repopulate Barça.
Tata!
Bravo, Tata. Good work.
Thanks.
Listen, which pair of defenders did you choose?
Er...
Piqué and Puyol.
No! How come? They lack drive, Tata!
So... Bartra and Montoya.
But how come? They lack experience, man!
The only thing that's clear to me is I'm gonna take Messi.
Noooo!
You should preserve him for Argentina.
You're right.
Tata!
I'm gonna send the flood, huh? Get on the ark.
Me to get on there? No, it'll sink for sure.
Tata! Get on!
I'm setting course for Newell's, I still have a good reputation there!