Come on, Charlie.
Onwards, my princess.
Hey!
- Is something wrong? - No.
Charlie. Is it the dead man?
No, I didn't like him.
I think he's better off dead.
Don't ever say that again.
Not to me, not to anyone.
- But why are you hitting me? - It hurts me more.
- Wil is right... - Wil?
- What does Wil have to do with it? - Yeah!
He says I don't need you! I'm not a kid anymore!
- Yeah! He says you don't need me? - Yeah!
That's just fucking great, Charlie! You know what I say?
- Fuck Wil. Stay away from him. - No, fuck you.
- I told you to mind your own business. - I'm a grown-up.
- Oh, yes, you're very grown-up. - Yes. Yes.
Now it's whatever Wil says. Well, you know what I say?
- What? - Let him look after you!
Shit.
Charlie.
Go away.
Forgive me, Charlie.
No, go away.
Charlie, I didn't mean to hit you, I'm really sorry.
- Charlie, forgive me, please. - No.
Come on, Charlie forgi--
Go away.
As you wish.
SPAIN WORLD CHAMPIONS!
It's the 115th minute.
- Puyol passes to Navas. - Stop it.
Navas goes on a 30-meter slaloming run and crosses into their half.
- I told you to stop! - He passes the ball to Andrés Iniesta.
Andrés Iniesta, the genius, back heels it to Cesc Fábregas,
Fábregas plays it back to Navas, Navas sees El Niño Torres open
on the wing, he passes him the ball,
- El Niño Torres crosses into the box. - No!
He's rejected by the Dutch defense,
but the ball goes to Cesc Fábregas.
Fábregas sees Iniesta alone,
who shoots and...
- Goal! - Goal!