Excuse me. I got it, I got it.
Excuse me. Sorry.
Sorry. Sorry about the peanuts.
It's been a good one, Santi.
The coach sends his apologies for not coming to greet you
but I know he's very keen to see you.
Please! What is he doing?
Warm up.
Welcome to Norway.
- Not such a great day, son. - Hey.
I got a call from the boss. There'll be repercussions. Hefty fine probably.
Nil-nil and he had me sitting on my freezing ass for 90 minutes.
He's the coach, son. He calls the shots.
He's sending a message. You should listen.
Don't patronize me. I'm doing commercials for goddamn tofu
- and you're fixing cars in Newcastle. - I'm always there for you, son.
Well, I need someone full-time in Madrid to support me off the pitch.
Well, perhaps this is where I get off.
It's been a great ride, Santi.
It's been a privilege.
Your plate's getting so full so fast, watch what falls off the edge.
Roz?
I don't know what you're saying, but I love it.
Careful!
Come on, open up.
Come on, open.
Come on, open, we're peeing ourselves.
Come on, open up.
Girls? I'm going to have to take you home.
What?
Where do you live?
I'm coming!
- Any room at the inn? - Gavino?
You're a diamond.
So how long you gonna need to stay?
- Quite a while, I'd imagine. - As long as you need, man.
The vineyard was a scam.
Barry? Not a very good agent.
Hey, Santi! Where's the milk?!
Would sir like one lump or two with his tea?
- I don't know why she's so angry. - You can understand.
I mean, she's up there all alone in that big house.
You're out with dark-haired beauties.
But I'm not out with dark-haired Spanish beauties.
No, I'm just saying, you know, she can only imagine the worst, can't she?
Yeah. But I've never given her any reason to imagine the worst.
Yeah, I know.
But you're an international Latin sex symbol.
She knows how many girls have got your photo on the wall.
That's part of the job. She could try to understand.
I don't know. I'll talk to her during the Christmas break.
Stop mucking about. You Latinos are always diving.
- I can't. It really hurts. - What, you serious?
Yeah! It really hurts.
Don't worry about it, man, I'm sure it's nothing.
You're not to set foot outside of this facility or your home.
But I have travel plans for the Christmas break, coach.
You're going nowhere.
Do we have an understanding?
I hope so.
I don't understand. Why are they keeping you there? You can't do any training.
They pay me. They call the shots. I cannot change that.
- It's not fair. You promised. - Why don't you come here?
All the times I've been to Madrid, you've not come home.
Not set foot in Newcastle. This is another excuse.
You can't call Glen, you sacked him.
I'm getting sick of it!
Baby, it's out of my hands. I'm sorry.
Look, I don't want to speak to you right now, OK?
There, there, Roz, pet. Have a nice glass of champagne.
- Thanks. - It's a shame Santi couldn't be here.
He's probably partying with Galacticos in Spain.
Look at the size of this bad boy.
Let's see if you can guess what this is.
It isn't easy.
It's the original Champions League ball.
I miss you too, Gran.
You watching The Great Escape?
What, Steve McQueen? I know, he's a dish.
OK. Big kiss.
Bye.
Merry Christmas.
We can't get to the phone, but if you leave a message, we'll call you back.
Hey, it's me.
I can't believe we're not together on New Year's Eve.
Remember the party last year?
Jamie told me that was the night Keanu was conceived.
I don't know how he can remember, but...
Hey, listen, I love you.
I miss you.
Well, happy New Year.
Hey, Sant. Sant.
Come on.
- Who was that?! - Him!
I've heard there's a tradition in Spain which involves...
...having a grape for every...
Hang on. Hang on. Don't be greedy.
...having a grape for every single dong when it goes on the...
You want some as well? OK.
Oh, dear, what's it gonna sound like? Aunt Annie?
So you have one grape for every dong when it goes.
So we've got four minutes and...
What?
I didn't say anything.
No, but you were looking at me like that. With a look.
- No, I wasn't. - Nothing happened.
OK.
Nothing happened.
Do you think I look like him?
Yes, yes, I see it now.
Really?
Your face and his ass.
You've broken my window.
Enrique, I'm telling your mother.
Idiot!
Need a ride?
OK.
Well, where do you live?
Straight ahead.
Who's she?
My girlfriend.
Leave it.
Nice.
Don't break them.
Do you like football?
Yes.
So tell me about your mother.
What is she saying, what is she doing?
Well, she's a drag but I keep away from her.
Leave it, man.
Hey, Mr. Bunderguey.
Will you give me a tryout?
Wait, you're calling the coach!
Do you want me to get in trouble? What's your problem?
I don't have anything. I live in poverty,
and my parents work all day
to save the business
but I have a brother who's an idiot
and who does nothing for me.
What's in the bag?
Nothing, my things.
Enrique!
Where did you get that?
My brother gave it to me.
You know we can't be part of his life.
But he's my brother, why do I have to keep him a secret?
Because in this house you do as I say!
I shouldn't have told you.
Forget about him.
You're not part of his world.
They decided to keep you on till Santi's fit?
Piss off, you nonce.
Santi. You given up that little nurse for Jordana?
What did you say?
You going to show your Mexican temper?
- Come on, leave it. - Yeah? Yeah?
Don't get me wrong. I'm just saying.
Is it true? Did you fly all the way down here for this?
I hope he makes it worth it, that's all.
I wouldn't be too sure.
Why you going home?
Who me?
You called me three times. Look.
Hey, Salgado, bring a couple of birds.
I'm in the white Lamborghini.
What's wrong?
Where's my Lambo?
The keys, man?
In the glove compartment.
Enrique! Hey!
Follow that car!
- The Lamborghini? - Yes, follow it!
- Like in the movies? - Step on it!
These crooks.
No, it's my brother.
Oh, he's your brother?
What's he doing?
Enrique! Enrique!
To the hospital!
Hey, a doctor!
Straight ahead, straight ahead.
Is he OK? Is he conscious?
Yes.
And so, you simply lost control?
I told you my phone rang, I got distracted.
I shouldn't have answered it.
Who was the boy with you?
The son of a friend of mine. I've already told you that too.
Calm down.
And how much alcohol did you say that you had consumed?
Come on! Get up! Get up!
Come on!
- Get up! - It just gets better and better!
Come on, get up!
Get up!
I'm just doing my job.
He chucked my camera and my glasses.
You write that down. Yeah?
It's my stuff. I'm just doing my job.
- Hello? - Hey.
- I'm sorry for calling so late. - What's up?
Well, I'm in a little bit of trouble here.
- Actually, I really messed up. - What have you done?
I hit a photographer.
They've arrested me.
- Where are you? You OK? - Yeah, yeah, I'm OK.
- I'm not your agent anymore, remember? - I know. I just...
I don't deserve this, man. I really don't. I'm sorry.
Don't apologize to me, save it for those that need it.
You're not a kid anymore, you're a grown man.
You've earned a lot of praise on the pitch.
It's time to earn some respect in the real world, where it matters.
OK, I'm not coming out. You're on your own.
Roz?
- Did you know about this? - About what?
It's everywhere.
- Hey. - How could you?
You didn't even have the wit to do it in private. You had to flaunt it.
What are you talking about?
You're in all the magazines, Sant, with that girl.
Magazines? What girl?
Is she why you couldn't come home? How long's it been going on?
No! You're getting it wrong. The press twists all that stuff.
It's in front of me. I can see what you've been doing. Stop lying.
- I'm not. - If that's the type of girl you want,
you can have her. It's fine, I don't care.
You've made a fool out of me, Santi.
I don't deserve this.
Please, Roz, call me back. I need to talk to you. OK?
Bye.
Goalless after the first leg of this Champions League semi-final
back at the Stade de Gerland. Now attention switches to the Bernabéu.
Gavin Harris on the ball now.
He's really improved his form lately. Great quick feet again.
Robinho. Strong and powerful himself.
Gavin Harris getting forward well.
The stakes could not be higher in this Spanish capital.
In comes Beckham's cross. Harris could be in. Oh, Gavin Harris!
Nice shot!
Gavin Harris is enjoying life at the moment.
The Bernabéu rises to salute Gavin Harris. He's done his job out there.
A player at the top of his game. And on comes Munez.
Two months out injured. Five minutes to show his worth.
He'll be looking for an early touch and he does well.
Munez looking sharp. Immediately into the action.
And just wide.
Munez has opened it up for himself.
And Munez scores! Now they are heading for the final.
What a finish. Let it run with his front foot
through the legs. Around the corner, a textbook finish into the far side.
- It was touch-and-go tonight. - They had us pinned for the first 45.
Those Lyon boys will be sick 'cause it's a game of two halves.
And it ain't over till the fat lady sings. So that's football, isn't it?
Do you think you'll play in the final or will the coach choose Santiago?
You played a fantastic game, got Real Madrid into the final. How do you feel?
I'm just glad we made it. It's all there to play for now.
You're buddies. It's putting pressure on your friendship.
We're a team. But first we're friends. Thanks.
Nice one, friends.
I'm off!
All right.
Thanks.
Take care.
Thank you.
Excuse me,
have you seen this person?
No.
Thanks.
Have you...?
You'll get it tomorrow.
Watch out, someone's coming. See you tomorrow.
Hey, man.
Have you seen this woman?
No.
You know, that's a really nice watch.
I might know where she works.
Isn't that...?
I think so.
Can I help you?
Is Rosa here?
Rosa.
Rosa, come out for a minute please.
What's going on?
I'm sorry, gents, were closing.
I've just ordered, man.
What are you saying? We've just ordered.
That's it for today. The next one's on us.
Please, please see you tomorrow.
We're open as usual tomorrow.
Santiago.
Miguel.
This is my son.
Why did you go? Why did you leave us?
It's...
It's a little hard to explain.
It had nothing to do with any of you.
It had everything to do with us.
I abandoned you.
I was walking home late one night.
And... two men attacked me.
One of them was your uncle.
I... managed to get home.
I knew then that I could never tell your father what happened.
And I panicked.
And I ran away.
Well, yeah, but not even a call? To explain?
Santiago,
I came back three weeks later and you were all gone.
And no one could tell me where my family had disappeared to.
And those who could wouldn't. But it was too late.
You had left Mexico.
When I saw you on the television,
I wanted to get in touch with you so much.
But I was sure that you wished me dead.
How could you think that?
I was angry. My dad was angry.
He actually died full of anger at you, at everything. At the world.
He loved you very much.
Forgive me.
Everything's going to be OK, you'll see.
Enrique, Enrique, look who's coming.
Can I play?
Of course.
Who's that?
It's Enrique's brother.
Goal! Yeah!
- What the hell are you doing? - Oh, nothing.
I've been getting rashes on my face from some sort of allergies or something
- and this keeps it away. - You have a rash on your face?
Well, it's just a little irritation.
That's weird, man.
You know what? I'm going to be honest with you here.
I'm getting wrinkles.
It's not a rash, I'm just getting wrinkles. That's all.
What?
I've got creaky legs, I'm getting wrinkles.
My contract's up at the end of the season.
So I just thought I should do whatever I can. Do you know what I mean?
'Cause I'm not yet sure what I'm gonna do when I'm done playing.
So you're putting face pack on to extend your contract?
Well, not really.
I mean... kind of.
Wow.
Well, tell me when you're done here. OK?
Yeah, OK. I'll see you later, yeah?
Yeah.
Grandma! Mail from Santi!
- Who is that? - That's your mother and stepbrother.
Boss?
Listen, I'm in a meeting. I have to call you back.
What is it?
Are you starting me in the final?
Keep me on the bench.
Play Gavino. Please.
If he plays well in the final he could make the World Cup team for England.
If you leave a message, we'll call you back.
Hey, it's me. You know I'm not good at this,
but before I go out tonight and play the biggest game of my life,
I wanted to call you because I need you to hear me out.
Everything has turned inside out since I came here.
And all this money...
...I don't need it. Without you it's nothing.
I finally met my mom.
It's still hard to take in. It'll take a long time.
But I think it might be fine now.
I won't make excuses for what I've done. All I can say
is I'm just so sorry for treating you like I did and for pushing you away.
I've been a total jerk.
I know I took my eye off the ball, but I want to make things right.
I love you. Please call me.
And, well, let me know if I can see you.
I just want a second chance.
Gentlemen. I'm proud of you.
You made it.
The Champions League final.
I don't want you to forget why you're here.
I want you to play as if you have nothing to lose.
Forget the money. Forget the press. Forget the cameras.
Forget everything. Enjoy.
This is it, quite simply the biggest club game on the planet.
Champions League final.
Real Madrid against Arsenal and it's in the Bernabéu.
Real Madrid feeling it's destiny to get their name on this trophy
yet again in their own back yard. What a galaxy of stars we've got on show here.
So many match winners on show, Bill. I wonder which one will be the one
to take that trophy home. Will it be Thierry Henry, Fàbregas, or TJ Harper?
Look at Real Madrid, so many fine players:
Beckham, Zidane, and, of course, the inform Gavin Harris.
You listen to me. You watch yourself.
It was the goals from Munez and Harris which got Real Madrid to the final,
but only Harris has his place in the starting line-up. Munez on the bench.
Glory within touching distance for footballers of Arsenal and Real Madrid.
We're under way at the Bernabéu.
Gavin Harris with a little touch, he's given it to Harper.
Harper breaking clear for Arsenal in the first minute. Down he goes.
The referee gives a penalty!
Oh, no. Pen. I can't believe Harris was suckered into that. A yellow to boot.
He lost possession to TJ Harper, tried to get it back. Gave away the foul.
I'm not so sure, Bill. That wasn't a pen to me.
TJ Harper will step up and take it. Looking for the dream start for Arsenal.
One-nil!
He may have dived for the penalty and suckered Harris, but what a penalty.
Casillas had no chance. Low down to the keeper's left, the perfect pen.
The dream final for Real Madrid has started to turn into a nightmare.
Arsenal have hit the ground running.
This is José Antonio Reyes for Thierry Henry!
Whoa, should have scored, Thierry Henry.
Good jump, should have gone back across the keeper.
Great cross from Reyes, super shape. Should be two-nil.
The stars of Real Madrid are being eclipsed by North Londoners.
Henry for Reyes. Casillas again providing a vital save for Real Madrid.
He's saving the Galacticos at the moment.
The Arsenal youngsters are the ones rising to the occasion.
Forward for Arsenal again. It's wave after wave of Gunners attacks.
It's Freddie Ljungberg here. And out comes Casillas.
Man of the match for Real Madrid in this first half, he really has been.
Real Madrid saved, really, by the halftime whistle.
It's been a torrid first 45 minutes. Change is surely afoot at halftime.
Munez, go warm up. You go on.
Hey, lady! Is she upset?
Do you want to go? Because I'll tell you, I will destroy you!
Leave it. He's not worth it. Easy, easy, easy.
One-nil!
TJ made you look like an idiot.
I know, boss. Look, I know what you'll say...
Here's what I want you to do. Push forward.
I'm bringing in Santi. You'll play him behind.
Now get the hell out there and show me some cojones.
Here comes the change, but it's not quite as we thought.
On comes Munez, but he's gonna come on to partner Gavin Harris.
I don't think Arsenal pre-empted this one.
I wonder how it'll work. They have to strike up understanding quickly.
Not since Newcastle days have they lined up together.
It's tantalizingly close now for Arsenal.
Just 45 minutes away from winning the European Cup
for the first time in their history.
Fàbregas finds Henry. This is a strong, purposeful, excellent run from Henry.
It's majestic!
And it's two-nil to Arsenal.
King Henry for Arsenal.
The captain leads them one step closer to European glory
and Real Madrid have another nail in their coffin.
Where's Beckham? Where's Ronaldo? Where's Raul? Where's Gavin Harris?
The big names have to start stepping up for Real Madrid.
Here comes Henry again.
Goodness, he's in the mood. So are his teammates.
Cleared, but back for Thierry Henry. Can he get another here, Henry?
Goes to ground, it's come to Fàbregas. But it's come to nothing.
I wonder when Real Madrid will get started.
It's all Arsenal, two-nil up and looking like they could go further ahead.
A rare Real Madrid attack. Zidane.
Beckham wants it, left-hand side. Ronaldo.
All names we've seen too little of so far.
Here is Ronaldo, but Lehmann got there first.
Arsenal with this run of clean sheets in this road to the final.
Looks like a road that will end with glory for them.
- Robert Pires now. - Clear it, clear it!
Again, it's Casillas.
And if it wasn't for Casillas, I think it could've been a bit of a rout.
Very embarrassing for Real Madrid.
Plenty of furrowed brows amongst the all-stars of Real Madrid,
and in this bumper crowd at the Bernabéu.
TJ Harper, who started the ball rolling for Arsenal,
sees Cicinho, forward for Real Madrid. Arsenal have it back.
Aliaksandr Hleb, teed up for Thierry Henry.
Real Madrid just can't get a foothold in this game.
Here comes Freddie Ljungberg. He's brought down!
It's gonna be another penalty to Arsenal. It is!
Real Madrid defense can't cope with Thierry Henry.
Took it down in one touch. Turned, just Freddie Ljungberg behind the back four.
And no doubt about it, it was a foul and it was a penalty.
Things are getting worse and worse for Real Madrid, and if this goes in,
three-nil and echoes of that Barcelona defeat last season.
And surely if TJ Harper hits the target and scores,
it's all over for Real Madrid.
Saved! Onto the bar! Casillas does his bit for Real Madrid again.
Munez looking for Harris. He's the furthest man up field.
Arsenal have been caught out here. Too many men committed forward.
Gavin Harris, on his own, going for goal!
Real Madrid are back in this final!
What an extraordinary turn of events. Arsenal disappointed.
It hits the bar, it bounds out to Munez,
and in one swoop, a ball up front to Harris,
a superb dip and volley over Lehmann. Four minutes.
Four very long minutes for Arsenal, four very short ones for Real Madrid.
Maybe, just maybe, they can get back into this game. Beckham.
He's picked out Harris. Munez wants it.
Finally, they start to combine. It's Munez.
Lehmann tips it onto the bar.
What a save that was. Reflexes from Lehmann, a close-in volley from Munez.
At last, Harris and Munez really linking up with each other.
These two can play together.
The clock ticks on. Gravesen looks forward for Real Madrid.
Arsenal, for the first time in the match, under pressure.
Here's Cicinho.
They know, Arsenal, they are in a match now.
Gravesen urging his teammates.
He knows how important it is, and the game can still be won.
Beckham's corner.
Lehmann punches clear.
Lehmann's had his problems with crosses,
but there he's really confident and elects to punch.
Into stoppage time we go. Two minutes at the end
of this Champions League final.
Roberto Carlos with a high-lofted ball.
Desperation time, really, for Real Madrid.
The super sub with a super goal! Two-two!
Arsenal's shell-shocked. The Bernabéu is rocking.
They really believe they could win this final now.
They've scored once in stoppage time. Can they do it again?
Guti. Harris with the touch on.
Here comes Santiago Munez, brought down.
Free kick, Real Madrid.
If there's anyone you'd want in this situation, it's David Beckham.
Cometh the moment, cometh the man.
It's Beckham to win the Champions League for Real Madrid.
Beckham!
It's looking good! It's in!
David Beckham has done it for Real Madrid!
They are European champions!
The most incredible finish in a Champions League final you'd ever see.
Beckham with the winning goal, Real Madrid with the winning habit!
They were down and out at two-nil. They've come back into it.
And it's those three who have led them to European glory.