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They are funny words, really...
...but if you're standing there, it's important to know them.
Today is an important day. The most important one in my career.
Everybody's coming: my mother, my sister...
...and of course, my father.
This is my dad. He is a real know-it-all.
I was really thinking of bananas. -You shouldn't. The oranges are better.
Believe me. These bananas are just so-so.
I mean he really knows it all.
My blood runs that way. -At least...he thinks so.
My mother is the only one who's a match for my father.
It's not finished. -Go away.
My father really knows a lot about football.
Not so wide! Go deep!
Please, the guy is not your mother!
He feels I could make the national team...
He's never satisfied, even if I score goals, he still finds reasons to nag.
Are you blind? -Fortunately, not just about me.
Leave the pitch, sir. -Are you blind? Bungler!
My mother likes football as well.
But she likes singing better.
And then there's my sister. Well...
I saw that! Can't you be nicer to your sister?
When do I get my own key? So I won't have to ring anymore.
You'll get a key when you start acting like an adult. In your case: at forty.
My specialties are I can read the game...
...the volley...
...and the action.
I am an all-round player. Well, there is one thing.
That left leg. In what team do we want to play?
The Dutch national team.
Cruijff, Van Basten, Bergkamp, Kluivert, Van Nistelrooy, all two-legged.
That's Winston. We've always played together. He's almost as good as me.
That boy is almost as good as Winston.
One more time.
The thing is, my dad has bad knees.
Otherwise he would have made the national team as well.
Speaking about bad knees:
Garrincha was the rightwing striker for Brasil long ago.
He was actually better than Pele.
He invented 'threatening to go inside but passing round the outside'.
My father says that Garrincha had too much talent...
...but how can someone have too much talent?
Play it back one more time. Look honey, that's his uniform.
Garrincha's name means 'Little Bird'...
...he died young, sad and lonely. And he wore number 7.
But today is the big day.
Mum, we have to go!
Yes, Arend. It should be... -Dad?
Just a sec, son. Some of these letters are sent to the store, others to my home.
I always lose the ones in the store. -Our tax return is already overdue.
I know, I know. -Dad, we really have to go.
A scout for the regional selection is coming.
To watch what? -Remco.
What does Remco do? -He plays football.
If he's good enough, he'll join the regional team.
What about our tax form? -The regional selection, Arend!
Get the car papers from upstairs, okay? -Key? Or I'll have to ring again.
Rem, whatever happens, don't get nervous...
...just play like you always do.
You're revving the engine too much. -You're changing gears too late.
Mr. Know-It-All & Son. Thank you.
From the regional team, it's one step away from the national team under-12.
Just imagine...
Look, there's the scout. That's him.
It's obvious, that's the way these guys look.
No, over there. That's him.
That's just the bus driver. -Look at him.
That's the scout over there, for sure. They look inconspicuous.
Your chain.
Come here.
And remember your left leg, will you?
When you get the ball with your left, don't hesitate. Play it at once.
You're doing great!
Look there's Winston.
Good goal!
Like I said, your left leg.
Why isn't that guy writing something? -Look at him.
You see? -Okay, so he is the scout.
Here we go again. Come on!
Winston, turn around!
Your left leg! Come on, lad!
Well done, Rem.
Great, Danny. Rem, go along with him!
Go along! Well done!
...otherwise you could have scored another goal...
...while that scout was watching. -Erik, you're ill! Stop it.
Why did daddy have a heart attack?
Daddy's blood pressure is a little high...
...and if he gets too excited, daddy's heart can't handle it.
I'll be home in a few days. -Not until you've fully recovered.
Would you believe they don't know how to measure blood pressure here?
Just go home. I'll be back before you know it.
When do we hear from the scout? -I don't know.
Do your best at the training tomorrow.
Keep working on that left leg.
Fortunately he's almost back to normal, isn't he?
Is daddy with Garrincha now?
I think so.
In football heaven, kicking the ball around together.
It's like he can come up anytime...
...or that he is downstairs in the store.
Like I can still ask him something: I have loads of questions.
Sweetheart...
I hope daddy is not going to tell Garrincha how to play all the time.
I FEEL SORRY FOR YOU DO YOU WANT TO DATE ME?
Why didn't anybody tell me?
Erik didn't want that or for you to worry.
And selling it? -That's not a good idea right now.
If you want my advice, try to modernize.
Set competitive prices, invest a little and within a year it might be better.
A year? And who's going to help me?
Where is mama? -I'm picking you up from now on.
Why? -Because mama has to mind the store.
I don't want you to pick me up. -That's your problem. Let's go.
Nice, isn't it? Just the three of us.
We should do something nice every Sunday afternoon from now on.
I'm hungry. You too?
I could eat three of those burgers.
Extra sauce. We can't go wrong now.
Aren't they good? -Ma?
You don't like hamburgers.
You're changing gears too late, mum. -Thank you, wise guy.
What is it? You don't have to play with your left foot.
I'm not playing again. Never again.
Never play football again?
Shall we go to my place? I have a new PlayStation.
Remco?
What is she doing?
Winti. -What's that?
Lots of Surinamese do it to conjure up spirits.
Come.
Who is Jeffrey? -My grandfather. He's dead.
And can she talk to him?
She says she can. Lots of people I know believe in it.
Do you?
A lot of white people believe it's crap, but it's not.
Really, it's not.
Only daddy was allowed to touch the puzzle. You're not.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
What is your father's name?
Erik.
It didn't work.
Sorry.
This is the Football Association calling. Your son Remco...
...will be asked to join the regional team for boys under 12.
We will confirm by letter but I didn't want to keep you waiting.
What do you think about that?
Your mother is worried about you.
Everyone grieves over their father's death.
But what she doesn't understand...
...is why don't you want to play football anymore?
She told me you used to do nothing but play football.
That you even kept a football under the dinner table.
That you slept with a ball. You even went under the shower with a ball.
And now you're selected...
...for the regional youth team and you don't seem to care at all.
Can you try to tell me why?
Don't know...
Don't feel like it.
Don't feel like it?
Are you out of your mind? You want me to kick your butt?
Don't feel like it?
Thank you, Arend.
What did the doctor say?
He asked me to come back next week. -And? Will you?
You don't have to. You can, though...
Can I play football outside later on?
Of course, darling.
Do you want to be in the national team or what?
You're going to use that left leg or should I strangle you first?
That's my boy.
I don't know what you did, but he's playing again, he's smiling again...
...how did you do that? After just one consult!
The impact of an intake interview can sometimes be larger than you expect.
I'm impressed.
I'm leaving!
It's a good plan but it just needs approval.
I have to catch the bus. -Need a ride? Where are you going?
Well, I've got a match.
I don't know how to thank you.
Take it easy, we're not there yet.
I used to play hockey. That was fun.
I was as enthusiastic as you are now. -I don't think so.
Sports are a fine thing. Mighty fine.
Later, I started playing badminton. Indoor. That's fun. Did you ever do that?
I did. Turn left there.
REGIONAL YOUTH TEAM Changing room 3
Curly! You need me to scratch your contacts clean?
How was I? -Okay.
The left leg again...
My ankle is still hurting.
We'll work on it, every day...
...until you are completely two-legged.
I have all the time in the world now.
And take off that chain, otherwise you'll be strangled.
Why don't you want to date me? -No time. I have to train.
Do you know Pharmacy Van Laaren? -Sure.
That's my mother's. And I can get you anything:
...bandages, cough mixture, aspirin for when you're in pain.
My ankle really hurts sometimes. -I've got something for you.
Good morning.
We'll begin from where we left off yesterday.
Which colour shall we use? -Orange.
It's stuck. -Go back.
The first time without daddy. If only he could see us now.
Can I put on the top?
Will we have Christmas dinner this year? -Of course we will.
Just the three of us? That's boring. -We could invite somebody.
More foods, and milk and luxury items and alterations. That's the way.
Erik never wanted that. He wanted to stick to being a greengrocer.
But we'll have to offer the bank something.
Why don't you tell Arend about your goals.
Three goals in the first regional team match.
That's nice.
Have some sauce. -No, I'm allergic to almonds.
To lots of things, nuts, chocolates, grass.
Grass?
You said you played hockey.
On artificial grass.
Is your team champion now? -No. The season only just started.
No, but he'll be playing for the national team when he's big.
His ankle is bothering him at the moment, though.
Maybe he should see an orthopaedist.
To Remco and the Dutch national team. Do they play in red, white and blue?
In orange! -I knew that of course.
Did you think I didn't cry when Ronald van de Boer missed that penalty?
Euro 2001 in Stadium 'De Kuip' in Amsterdam?
That was Frank van de Boer, wasn't it? Cheers.
Do you still sing sometimes?
I almost have a complete group. Wouldn't you like to join in?
Me? Doing what? -A musical.
Luxury items? Lettuce isn't fancy enough nowadays?
How should I know? That's what Arend says.
Let him just look after his calculator and keep out of our business.
He did help mum. -How?
I don't know.
Put your body over the ball. And harder, it's not your mother.
Was Garrincha good at making a nutmeg?
It's not about that. The progress counts. What time tonight?
Half past seven. -Come here then.
Your parents didn't come along? -Mum had to work in the store.
Well, I think you're a big boy to whom I can be honest.
Because it doesn't really look good.
Your ankle ligaments are stretched. Too much for a boy your age.
So I can't play football?
I'll think about it.
I will discuss this with a colleague and then I'll send a letter to your GP.
He'll send it to your mother.
But no football for a while.
I'll open the door!
Do you want to date me now? -Something's wrong with my ankle.
The right one, the one I shoot with. The ligaments are stretched.
Do you have something for that? -Wait a minute.
I have this.
First give me a kiss.
I won't. -Then you'll get nothing.
Come on. Rem!
I can ask my grandma if she wants to try again.
Don't bother. -Don't you believe in it anymore?
That's not it.
I thought you wanted to talk to your father again?
Can you keep a secret?
Did you see how I fooled that Johnnie?
Why do you always call your opponents 'Johnnie'?
Garrincha used to do that. -He called every opponent 'Johnnie'?
Joao. That's Portuguese for Johnnie. -Can I have a cola?
You were good, Winston. -Thank you.
You want something to drink? -Chocolate-milk.
Cool, that the Winti did work after all.
With Remco's dad.
Winti?
I don't know. -What do you mean?
He appears now and then. I don't know if that's Winti.
'He appears now and then'.
And then you can talk to him?
We discuss technical things and stuff. -About cars or bikes?
Dropkicks, volley's or how to make a nutmeg.
And most important: he helps me with my left leg.
You have to be two-legged to make it.
And when you see him, what does he look like? Real or like a ghost?
Of course not. It's not a movie.
But Remco, your father passed away.
I know that.
Could you wait outside for a moment? I'd like to talk to your mother.
Were Erik and Remco very close? -Yes.
They were hand in glove.
Hand in ball, actually. A football.
That explains a lot. It's important to take him seriously, to go along with it.
I don't know if I can handle that.
Once he completely accepts his father's death, it will stop.
Did the doctor get mail from the orthopaedist, about me?
Not that I know of.
How was your day? -Look.
What is that supposed to be? -A tree, of course.
If you say so.
Mum. -This is what it's all about...
This is... -Beautiful.
Has the mail been delivered yet? -Why?
No reason. I'll be on the square.
This is the wall in question. Once we break that down...
What's wrong?
Can I tell you something? And please don't tell anyone else.
Is there any mail here? Meant for upstairs, I mean.
...that's why we advise against contact sports such as football and so forth...
...because this might cause total rupture of the medial ankle ligaments...
...which would lead to partial invalidity at a later age.
The ankle might have to be fixed... I'll never play football again.
Let me feel that ankle.
How's this?
And this?
We're going to keep a good eye on that ankle...
...and you'll continue playing. What do they know anyway.
Can it do no harm? -Of course not.
But don't tell your mother.
And work on that left leg. Now more than ever.
Go, go, go. Come on.
That won't help you.
'Dear Mr. Houtsma...
...my son Remco, whom you know well...
You'd better go, if you need to be at the doctor's at eleven.
Four men, who can go forwards and backwards.
Really cool shirts.
Boys, remember! Remco, I keep telling you, you can also keep it wide.
What don't we want? -To lose possession.
So do not pass the ball deep without looking, play it wide or go back.
Understood? -Nonsense! Always play deep!
If you lose the ball while playing wide, the Johnnies break through at once.
Very good, Remco.
Boys, listen up.
Take your own seats. Remco, thank you.
Good work tonight. I'm very happy.
I have a special surprise for some of you. As you know, you're being watched.
Headquarters in Zeist has its eyes everywhere. Look here, Ali.
Pieter.
Jaap.
Winston.
And then we have Mert.
And Remco.
Dad?
I'd prefer that you listen to me...
...instead of a guy with diplomas who doesn't understand the game.
I've been invited for a test match...
...for the national youth team.
Goddamn...
That's the best news since I died. -Absolutely.
HOLLAND GREETS REMCO
What are you doing?
It's for the musical.
Does it look good? At my age?
You look ridiculous. -Thank you, I know enough.
Look! -What is it?
Test match. In the Olympic Stadium?
The national team. In Orange! -lf you play good enough.
That's fantastic, darling.
Your father would have been so proud. -He is proud of me.
From now on I have to train every day. -Do you?
That's what Dad says. -Of course, darling.
Test match
Did you make me my sandwiches? -Your lunch box is on the hallstand.
Why is Arend helping you? -Because he is a nice person.
Have fun at school.
How's the ankle? -No problem.
Work on your handling ability... -I'm the fastest in the team.
Your handling speed. Receiving the ball, controlling it and continue.
Garrincha could receive the ball, pull up his pants and then take a quiet look.
Nowadays that's impossible.
What are they doing in the store? -Painting and stuff.
Why is Arend helping out all the time? -I don't know.
Listen carefully, Arend is a nice guy.
But not the right guy for your mother. As new husband.
What do you mean by 'new husband'?
As your new father...
Mum, my ear is wet. -Is your ear hurting?
I think I found the corner piece. -You're not to touch it. Only daddy may!
Or soft yellow. What do you think?
I don't know. -I like pink.
What colour would you prefer, Rem? For the back wall of the store.
Green.
A greengrocer's with a green wall. You're right.
Is that up to you to decide?
No, but... -We're just considering it, Rem.
Are there any nuts in here? Or almonds?
No. -Are you sure?
We have a surprise for you. -What is it?
What is your bedtime?
How was your day? -Fine. Look!
Nice. A gnome? -Good, isn't it?
Come along.
The other day we discussed handling speed.
Garrincha could receive the ball...
...pull up his pants and take all the time he needed.
Who is Garrincha? -One of the best players of all time.
Could it...
...might it be possible, and it's quite normal...
...that you want your father to be alive so badly...
...that you're talking to him in your head rather than that it's real.
That he's there whenever you want him to be.
Where did you go to college?
Garrincha went down by booze and women.
That's why he never made it to 50. That's what my father always said.
I can see how booze can destroy you. But women?
I mean, what do they do to you?
Rem! Time for school!
I won't do it anymore. It's driving me crazy.
Why do I have to keep training my left leg?
Cruijff, two-legged. Van Basten, Bergkamp, two-legged...
I know that! Goddamn! -Watch your mouth with your father.
You never used to do that. -I do now.
Listen, Rem, the point is that you make it.
You don't want to die poor and young like Garrincha...
...or become a greengrocer, like your dad.
You said it was a great profession. -Not when you're talented like you.
Only four days left. Are you a man or a mouse?
How is your ankle? -Fine.
Just a little red. Nothing serious. It's not inflamed.
Just a little spray will do.
Sugar free.
And how are you doing? -I'm okay.
How's Remco doing? -We're not making too much progress.
It's very hard for him.
And not being able to play football.
What do you mean?
And at the World Cup in Chile, Garrincha...
How's this? Better than tape? -I think so.
Walk around a bit. And when will you join the national team?
There's a test match in four days...
Then I'll be a player's wife. With a black leather jacket.
They all have one, don't they?
I don't know. But I don't want a wife. -Why not?
Booze and women destroyed Garrincha. So it can be dangerous.
Nonsense. Patrick Kluivert has one.
A blond one. -Well then.
Does it fit? -I think so.
You call that true love?
You're late.
Is he eating here again?
I was playing football and forgot the time.
This is a copy of a letter they sent here...
...but which I never saw.
Dr. Vlieberg thinks I read it...
...and he also thinks you're not playing anymore.
You told me your ankle was alright. What's all this, Remco?
You'll be disabled if you continue. -Dad says it's okay.
I know it's horrible that you can't play...
Cut it out! Your father is dead!
Dead. Ghosts don't exist.
He's gone. We have to learn to live with that.
Suits you, right? Fooling around with Arend.
Don't say that to your mother. She's hurting enough.
You're trying to intrude!
Go to your room! -You can't tell me what to do!
It's Remco. Can I come in?
What are you doing here? -Can I stay with you?
Can Remco stay with us, mum?
Sure, but I'll have to call your mother first.
Where are you going?
Why aren't you in bed?
You need your rest. That's just as important as training.
Did you have a fight?
With your mother? -And with Arend.
I don't know where to go.
Get your bike. You're coming with me.
But... -Come on, it's going to be alright.
Drive on!
You're too heavy. I've got a soft tyre. -Not at all.
Zinedine Zidane has three choices:
He can use his head, chest or knee.
He uses all three and scores a great goal.
From the six meter line, beautiful goal.
Now what?
Follow the path.
There's the ferry.
Is that still sailing? -All night.
Why do you stop?
A stadium...
You saw that right. The main entrance is straight on.
This is where I live.
Are you coming or waiting till the sun comes up?
You can sleep here. I'll take the guests changing room.
Lie down. Go on.
You have to stay fit.
How many days left? -Four.
Goodnight.
Rem?
So, he did show up? But you don't know anything?
I'll ring some more people. I've got all the numbers.
Thank you.
Cold!
Keeps the blood pumping. All the way!
And now? -And now? What do you think?
Training, probably?
Come here.
Did you try his friends? -All of them. Nobody knows anything.
Asked around in the neighbourhood? -Everywhere.
Has he done anything like this before? -No, never.
Never.
Anything else worth mentioning?
No.
Shall I go then?
It's getting dark. -So?
I'm hungry.
Where did you get those? -I found a freezer, with 6000 of them.
I just heat them up.
Vitamins, it's all in there.
How many days left? -Three.
Can we stay here until then? -Why?
I can't go back home before the test match. She won't let me play.
Nobody can find us here, right?
Sure?
Swallow your pill, I got a surprise.
A training match. -Who with?
Wait and see. Pill!
Look out the window.
What is it? -Just look.
Garrincha...
And not just Garrincha.
Look.
That's Manchester United, from 1958. The plane crash, remember?
These are the men:
...Theo Laseroms...
...Lev Yashin...
...Dick van Dijk...
...Nico Rijnders...
...Andreas Escobar...
...Sir Bobby Moore...
...Abe...
...and this is Little Bird.
Okay, enough talking.
Can I have your attention? This is important.
It concerns Remco.
These police officers like to know if any of you have seen him last night.
The only thing I can think of is that he is with his father.
Sorry, but his father passed away. -But they spend a lot of time together.
Where did you go to college?
Maybe somewhere with his father?
Isn't your mother at home? -No, she's at work.
Is there a grown-up around?
Would you get her for us?
Hopefully someone who doesn't believe in dead people.
Gentlemen, what can I do for you?
Are you thinking about the game?
What is it? -Just thinking about mama and things.
What do you mean? That foolish Arend? Him too?
He's not that bad, really. He likes musicals but otherwise...
Arend is not good enough for your mother.
Take your pill and don't bother with things you know nothing about.
What's your problem? -Why do you always boss me about?
Because you need it.
I'm not a child anymore.
I mean it.
Winston?
What is it, Winston?
She's talking about an old stadium. Where they might be.
Well? -I don't know any old stadiums.
A stadium? We know where those things are, don't we?
What do we do? -We search.
Wave bye-bye. The ball is ours. Good, run to the front.
Bad pass. Too deep, that's obvious.
Go with him, Remmie!
Don't hog that ball, it's about progress!
Great! With your left! Not with your right...
That's what I mean!
Every time you bring the ball from left to right, you lose it!
It takes too long!
But... -No 'but'! Keep your big mouth shut.
You want to play for the national team? No way! Loser!
Wally!
Stay here!
Remco, don't move!
You want to be a professional? Be as good as Garrincha?
There is no compassion at the top.
How many times do I have to tell you: Cruijff, two-legged...
...Van Nistelrooy, Van Basten, two-legged...
And Garrincha one-legged!
Didn't you see? He's very right-footed.
He only uses that left foot for running!
I've had it with that crap. -You know why...
Leave me alone! I know how to play. I'm not a kid anymore.
You're still just a little boy. -Am I?
And what would I get when I'd grown up?
What do you need that for? -I pick up Suzan from school every day.
That's what I mean. If I'm not around...
Dad...
...I think I no longer...
You no longer what?
That I'd rather...
What?
Do you mean...
...that you don't need me anymore?
Should I go then?
You want that? -I think so.
Okay, I'll be off.
That was it then...
It's going to be alright, son.
You'll make the national team alright. You'll be in Orange.
Remember your left leg...
...and take your chain off before the game...
Did you really think you could play? -But it's the national team, mum.
Isn't your running off bad enough? You left me sick with fear for three days.
You lied to me. You kept playing, knowing what damage that could do.
But it's the national team. -Do you want to end up in a wheelchair?
What are you doing?
Nothing. What are you doing here?
Your mother let me in.
What is it?
I can't play the test match tomorrow.
And I already picked out a black leather jacket.
Where have you been, man? I missed you.
Shit...
Would you like to play that game? -What do you think?
What if I help you and it works out?
Could we really start dating then? With everybody knowing it and stuff?
What are you doing here, darling? -Nothing. There's a fax for you.
That's sweet. You've made orange juice.
I don't want orange juice. -Just drink it.
No!
It's good for you.
Come on, it's made of sweet oranges.
Don't think I don't realize...
...how bad you feel about not playing that game. I'm very sorry as well.
And another thing:
About Arend...
...I really like him...
...but don't think he'll take daddy's place just like that.
Really.
Sylvia?
I was looking for my calculator. Why are you sleeping at this time of day?
What time is it? Where's Remco? -No idea.
This can't be true...
...it can't be...
Tell me it isn't true.
Have you ever seen anything like this? -No, and I still don't understand it.
Olympic Stadium? -Yeah, and hurry up.
Come on, Rem!
Come on, Remmie!
Great goal!
Come on, lad!
Take it, Brian!
What's wrong, man? You only get one chance.
Well, Mr. Poisoner? Go change and we'll go straight home.
Hurry up. You're going home. Now! -No!
No? Are you out of your mind?
I screwed up the first half. I have to play the second.
You're not playing anything!
Your dad is filling your head with nonsense again. For the last time:
He's not here anymore. That's the problem!
He's not here anymore? -No, and he won't be back.
Remco...
...he won't come back?
All the other boys have their fathers with them.
I have to play the second half. To show them I can do it.
Please?
I could have sworn you'd drag him off the pitch.
It's good that you let him finish the match.
There you go...
What are you doing here anyway? -We're dating.
We looked at the X-Rays. It's not broken but it's heavily bruised.
We did see that the ankle ligaments are somewhat large, which is not good.
That could develop the wrong way with some serious consequences.
However, he could get over it. That's hard to tell.
But can he... -Can I play football?
As long as you have good counselling and regular check-ups...
...then I can't see any objections for now.
How do you feel? -I'm fine.
Tell me.
I had a terrible first half and got kicked in the second half.
I bet they saw you were good.
But I didn't score. A striker is as good as his number of goals. You know that.
We'll have to wait and see.
If you ever play a trick on me like that, you'll never play again in your life.
Understood? I'm serious.
Mum? It's finished.
The test match was three weeks ago. I haven't heard anything.
They didn't pick me. It's over.
I'll never play for the national team.
A little higher. That's it.
Rem? What do you think? -It's nice.
Do you really like it? -I really do.
Isn't it weird that it's so different from before?
That everything is different? -No...
...just a little.
For me too, darling.
But we'll get used to it.
If that mail is delivered here, we'll lose everything for sure.
...we'd like you to know, that not every action was perfect...
...nonetheless with good progress... Is this from the bank or what?
We're happy to inform you that you have been selected...
What is this?
The Royal Dutch Football Federation.
Remco, do you understand this? Because I don't.
...probably not for the striker position, but as offensive right-winger...
Garrincha's position.
Who?
But if the keeper is not in the goal? Is it offside then?
It's about 2 players of the other team between the ball and the goal...
...at the exact moment the ball is played.
The man doesn't know anything about football.
Here, three drops on your tongue. I guarantee that will help.
Here are the players.
God, can you believe it? I'm standing here...
...in Orange, and now I can't remember the words.
...I always honoured him...
And that's the referee's whistle. The stadium is full...
Great that so many people come to see a game by a Dutch youth team.
But there are many talents, and today's talent could be tomorrow's star.
We're off to a good start, a smooth combination.
That's number nine. Winston Mijnals is in on it.
But the Brazilian team isn't bad either, to say the least...
It's not going well for the Dutch team. Although, there's the Dutch number 7.
He's nicely outplaying his opponent!
A good dummy pass. Two-legged he must be!
That move reminds me of someone. Nice pass, and oh...
Good last-minute counter-action by the defence. Holland keeps pushing.
Winston Mijnals shoots to the right flank, and there is number 7 again...
And yes, it's Remco van Leeuwen.
Look how he glides past.
This could be a shot made to measure! No, no passes whatever.
But look he's into the field himself! Lovely sidestep!
There's Remco van Leeuwen, unmarked right in front of the goalie!
It's a goal... a goal for Orange!
It's one-nil for Young Orange!
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