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"Can you see it? This is the weight I have to bear everytime you talk about referees."
"I'm sorry." "Have you learned your lesson?
Well, you can leave." "Thanks, Pep. Thanks.
I promise you it won't happen again." "I hope so. And Sandro,
to be sure, you'll write one hundred times 'I won't talk about referees anymore'.
And I want it yesterday!" "Yes, yes."
"Boys, we are able to shorten the distance to Madrid and we have to join together to do it."
"Join what?" "Join together: work with different people to achieve a common goal, in this case the utopia of winning La Liga against the Merengues."
"No! We cannot do that: giving up!"
"OK, coach! Let's join together! How moc-moc do we do that?"
"By means of a ritual to strengthen our self-esteem, for example..."
"Madrid, rotten, *** under the bed, wash up with soap but still stink! (children's rhyme)
Boys, are you feeling anything yet?"
"Well, I'm feeling a sense of embarrassment." "Embarrassment to ourselves."
"OK! We're going to join together like real men do!
Through a blood oath!"
"But I still consider myself a teen. Look, I have some acne!"
"Don't be chicken! Let's cut ourselves and mingle our blood to achieve the comeback.
Take it, Andrés!
You animal! What are you doing? It was a small cut on the finger, not on the leg!"
"Ouch, I'm going to get injured again!"
"Coach, when I see blood I pass out."
"Pay attention. The ritual doesn't matter. The most important thing is being united, concentrated, and keep on working like we've worked so far, with Barça in our mind and in our heart.
"Yes!" "Because, if not, you'll lose La Liga, and the Copa, and the Champions, and the performance bonuses!
And you'll get fat, will go into decline, will be transferred to middle teams, and instead of Shakira you'll see Falete!" (Spanish flamenco singer)
"I feel so beautiful." "Beautiful."
"Hallelujah! It's a miracle! I can walk! Coach, you're the Savior!"
"No, don't praise me! I'm not a Messiah but truly I say to you that the second will be the first."
"Oh my God! If I didn't moc-moc it I wouldn't believe it! He has just healed you!"
"No way! I've play-acted so he stops bothering us."
"Listen, boys. Can you tell me what kind of music sings Falete?"