At halftime Aalesund is ahead by 1-0.
Damn Aalesund!
What are you doing, Brattskjær? We should have scored out there!
You gotta attack the goalkeeper, fall down if you must!
I don't do simulations! - You think he'd have problems doing it?
No, he wouldn't. - Then why do you?
For 3 reasons: Xavi, Iniesta and Messi!
We still have 45 minutes, we can do it!
But you gotta drop that attitude. The hell with Messi!
The hell with Messi?? - You gotta be Suarez! Kick and bite!
What the fuck are you doing?! - Hitting the showers.
Put it back on, you do as I say!
I am doing it! I play where you told me and I run miles for Michael's benefit!
But I'm not gonna shit on my ideals just for a draw against the damn Aalesund!
Just put Otto in! - Fine. Are you ready for the fight?
You're fucking replacing me?! - You just took your shirt off!
Who's gonna take free kicks? Who's gonna... - You... you're gonna do that!
You will go out there and do your job!
Ok? - Ok.
I wanna see you get a yellow card. - I'll get it... I'll get it.
Mons, what did I tell you about your solo actions? - "It's what you do best"?
Can you continue? - Yes, I'm fine.
Ok... let's go. Knock 'em down, rip their shirts, bite their ears!
This game will be won by whoever is the biggest son of a bitch!
So leave the Fair Play Trophy for the next year, let's go!
How about a drink after the game? So I can tell you you did wrong.
Sounds great.
You can't stay here... - Hey! Are you Eivind's coach?
Yes. - Tell him Hedda is in the hospital giving birth!
Wasn't she due on... - She's there now, you gotta tell him!
Ok... I'll tell him.
She's delivering right now or she's still... - I don't know!
Her waters broke, we tried to call many times...
Is she giving birth right now or not? Just because her waters broke it doesn't mean...
What are you talking about? Just go and tell him!
Ok, I'll go. - Thank you.
Here come our boys back. We're down 1-0.
We gotta show some support now! Go Varg!
I'll only give 60% in the second half. The atmosphere is already sad enough.
Your wife gave me 100%.
Eivind!
I get it! I'll do what you want!
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Have you been in the pool? You smell like chlorine.
I've done the cleaning back at the restaurant. - That's ok, I like the smell of the pool.
You only do the cleaning? - For now... but I get to watch them.
I'm learning a lot. - One pork and one waffle.
I'm just here to see my mother.
Something veggie for you.
It's a local specialty. - You'd never had something like that before.
They must have washed your brain in this village.
Do we have to watch the second half too? We could have the house all to ourselves.
We can't leave Nils all by himself. - Of course not... that would be a tragedy.
It's already started. - Anything happened?
We're still down but Brattskjær seems revitalized.
You think Adrian is going to play? - Not today... we need bulldozers, not wizards.
Is that the guy who played for Arsenal?
Ajax. - Right... so you're friends now?
Only from school. Nils knows him much better.
I've known him for quite some time, we were in the same magic club.
I heard about that... the "Great Adrianos".
Did he tell you? - Yes.
Aren't you friends anymore? - He moved to Vålerenga.
I tried to stay in touch but it's hard when you live on the other side of the country.
Ref! Show him the card already!
That's a yellow! - Don't mind her, he was faking!
Eivind!
Where the fuck is he?!
Mina, did you find him? - I'm not allowed to go talk to him.
I told the coach... Helena.
He's still playing.
You're 8 centimeters dilated. - 8? That means...
It's what we call "active birth". It's gonna go fast from now on.
Someone wants to come out. - Mina told her...
She told who? Helena? No, no, no...
Helena is also a mother, she knows... - I gotta speak with Mina!
But you're here now... - Yes but I wanna talk to Mina!
Mina... you gotta talk directly to Eivind!
I can try but it's gonna be tough.
I don't care how you do it, just do it!
We're here now, we'll help you. You're very much dilated, it's not gonna take long.
Focus on your respiration. Yes, hold her hand like that.
I wanna push! - It's gonna be alright.
Hestenes is stopping us all the time. I could go around him.
This isn't your fight.
Mons!
I need ice!
We gotta deal with Hestenes. - You bet!
He shouldn't even be playing, he's hobbling on that ankle!
Put Otto in! Mons is injured!
I need a stretcher here!
Take him out, hit him in the ankle... - I'm supposed to injure him?
Just enough to cause him more pain so he'll have to go out.
I already got one yellow!
He's not gonna do it.
You can't do it, not with your knee. Stay away from him!
Footballers... always faking and complaining.
He was just buying some time. - You don't do that when you're losing.
Can I sit here?
We've not been introduced. - Steffen.
Sissel Renate. Is he your brother? - No, he's my boyfriend.
Long-distance relationship? - What jersey are you wearing?
So what? - Ellingsen's No.10... typical.
That's because he's the best. - This is First Division, it's a different thing.
You don't know anything about football. - Think again!
Ok, who's the one with the ball right now? - That's Mons, he's cute.
You got lucky... - It wasn't luck.
Michael is my favorite player, he's the best in whole of Norway.
From time to time maybe. - Lets say he's in very good shape.
What? - Nothing.
He might be older than the others but he still got a good stamina.
No way, he stops running after 60 minutes. If anything, he has NO stamina at all!
On the field maybe... but in other places he can go on all night.
What are you talking about? - She's suggesting they slept together.
Are you joking, right?
What can I say... I like older men who like younger women... that's how the world goes.
He could be your father. - Will you relax?
We did nothing illegal. - Michael is... 38 year old.
Divided by two makes 19. Plus 7 makes... 26.
He's just too old for you. - Rules are made to be broken, ok?
Eivind!
Go! - Eivind!
Go, Eivind!
Fuck!
Patrick Halsen is turning in his grave! - he's still alive.
You're destroying this sport. - And what about you then?
He did it on purpose! - Change!
I thought you liked it rough and dirty.
Michael!
We wait for them and then we counter-attack. They're 3 in the middle, you'll have space.
They're not gonna attack! - Trust me.
No. 4, Hestenes, is being replaced by No. 17, Andersen.
Let him come.
Where's Eivind?! - Stay focused, ok?
We're about to welcome this baby. It's all gonna be fine.
Aalesund is still in control of the game. - Is he still playing?
They just have to run the clock.
It's an honor playing against you.
We used to study your games at the Viking. Rarely I saw such a disciplined defense.
Its the same here. You have total control of your players.
I'd love to see you in the locker room. What happens if someone crosses you?
I can only imagine... I have no doubt who's the boss in there.
We might have that drink after all. - Are you serious?
You said that just to bully me? - No... if you want, of course...
Take this game for instance... 5 minutes and I was already on my knees in front of you.
I never felt so dominated.
We'll continue the conversation after the game.
Have you ever been humiliated, Kjetil?
Remember how it feels?
It doesn't happen that often to me but... when it does, I never forget.
Pick it up, boys! We're relaxing too much!
Shoot!
Run!
I love you!
What is it? - That's my mother, show some enthusiasm for her.
Few things are so beautiful as a perfect counter-attack... it thrills me.
Brattskjær deserved this for the great game he's been playing so far.
Otto, you're in.
You'll play on the left midfield.
Ready? - Yes.
No. 10, Michael Ellingsen, is leaving the field.
At his place, No. 8, Otto Halsen.
Can I have one kiss? - No.
Are you mad? - No... but in a situation like this, one should be more supportive.
It's not like me. - Of course... you gotta show you hate football in a football town.
Why are you doing this? - I'm not trying to make any point... sorry.
I'll celebrate the next scoring, ok?
You really don't care, do you? - I don't... what do you want me to say?
I got something to do.
Ellingsen's injure gave Mikkelsen quite a headache...
I can't take it anymore! - No, Hedda... you can do this.
Now you can push, Come on!
Like this! Great!
That seemed serious. - It could easily be a torn ligament.
Is it dangerous? - It might be his last game.
What are you doing? - I need to hear if he's alright.
Someone parked a Toyota Prius in front of the main entrance.
It needs to be moved immediately, it's blocking an emergency exit.
Jostein!
You gotta tell Eivind his wife is in the hospital giving birth!
We have a lady here for... who?
Here?
Hey! Eivind Brattskjær!
This is a message for Eivind Brattskjær. Your wife is having the baby!
You gotta get to the hospital! This is not a joke!
What's going on? Brattskjær is leaving the field.
He's coming! Hedda, he's on his way!
I see the head!
Eivind, there's 15 minutes left! - I gotta go!
It's only 15 minutes! Her waters just broke!
We can win this! - How do you know her waters broke?
You knew all along? You're fucking crazy!
You can't be here. - It looked so painful.
I'm fine but you can't stay here.
I don't think you should be alone right now.
Is there something I can do?
Listen... - Can you just leave, please?
I need your car keys! I gotta borrow your car!
Michael, I need your car!
Jesus fucking Christ...
Come on!
Goddammit!
This is not your fight. - We'll see.
This isn't your fight... it's our fight! That means two things.
We'll take this point home together, don't show off. - And the second thing?
It's our fight... if don't make it, if we lose it's our responsibility, not yours.
Nils said that with that injury you might never play again.
Who's Nils? I'm not seriously injured.
I've only been out 3 weeks in Monaco and 45 days in Florence.
Then I came to this place where humidity rots your bones.
Then we just get out of here. Fuck all this... fuck Ulsteinvik!
There is no "we"... you need to understand that.
There's been plenty of "we" lately. - There hasn't been anything.
Anything at all? - You know what I mean.
As I remember, you screwed me and said "thank you".
It never happened... and you cannot tell people it did.
Why not? For a wife who doesn't love you? - I got football shoes older than you are.
You didn't tell anyone, did you? - About you and me?
No. - Then we can go our separate ways.
Yes, we can put it aside.
For a weekend, a week, a month...
...or a year... whatever you need.
You don't like it here... and if your injure is that serious...
It's not.
People already talk about your career's end. - They don't know anything.
No but if it's really serious you're gonna need someone beside you.
And that's me.
I don't care if you can't play football anymore.
I'm not in love with a football player...
I'm in love with you.
You need some rest now. Forgive me.
Hey! - Hi... I was...
What happened? Car accident? - What... no, it's from the game.
I'm looking for maternity. - You feel nauseous?
It's not me, it's my wife! - Count backwards from December.
Listen to me! My wife is having a baby! - I'm trying to see if you have a concussion.
I'm trying to fin my wife, Hedda Brattskjær. I don't know where you put her!
Eivind Brattskjær?! Hi! Big fan.
Thanks... can you help me find my wife?
I got here late, I can't find her!
Is it premature? A C-section? - It's 3 weeks early.
3 weeks is kind of... it's not really premature...
Ok... now you gotta help me find my wife!
We could go to the maternity ward although, if it's a premature birth it could be...
Take me to maternity! - Ok, this way... no, that way.
Camilla?
I'm pooping.
Is everything ok? - Yes, I've done it before.
This is the ladies' room by the way. - Shall we go see how it ends?
I think your boy entered the game... Adrian. - He's not my "boy".
So there's nothing between you two.
He's a training fanatic, a football kind of guy... not my type.
Shall we go back? I'll show more enthusiasm.
You don't have to do it for me but because you feel it.
'Cause it's important for your mother... - It is for me too!
Don't you see? - You sacrificed everything to be here with her!
She's my mother! - You think she'll help you if you ever get the chance to manage a restaurant?
I just don't think she deserves it. You're here for her but she's not there for you.
That's why I don't feel all that enthusiasm today.
It's because of her if we don't...
Don't...?
Why you talk like it's over? - Isn't it?
He's not well at all. Michael.
Nice meeting you. I'm going now to beat the traffic.
You can't leave now, she just put Adrian in!
Oh, oh... drama.
It's your chance, Nils. - What are you talking about?
Forward!
What the hell are you doing?! - Step back or you'll be next!
Good call, Ref! Enough with her bullshit!
Hey! You saw what happened, you gotta tell him!
Will you shut the fuck up?!
You gotta get out there. That bastard threw me out!
You gotta take my place and lead the team. - Ok... shall we go for the tie...
Go for the win! We must leave nothing to those pigs!
Adrian as forward, otto on the right. They're the most rested.
They have holes in their right side and their defense is dead. Michael...
...they'll let us in.
Helena!
What a shame about Eivind and Michael. We could have won this.
We'll get it.
You play forward and put Otto on the right. Their defense will open up.
Otto!
6 minutes of extra time. We can still do it!
Let's show some extra support!
Upstairs on the right then to the left... then you'll hear screams.
Hedda Brattskjær? - That way.
Eivind! Where's my tobacco? Marianne won't give it to me!
Ok... it's almost done.
You're gonna dump me like that? - I'm not the one who's dumping.
Is that it? - No... you left me a long time ago.
You got plenty here... a job, friends, a football star who's not your type...
I'll be happy if you meet someone important.
As long as it's not all about her, I'm happy.
But there's no room for me. - You're overreacting.
Camilla...
...there's nothing I love more than being with you.
Now look me in the eyes and tell me if it's the same for you.
Is that all?
Sounds like your magician saved the day.
Get back in and celebrate.
Thanks for the game.
Great job. How's the knee? - Suddenly it feels much better.
Great job on the sideline.
Great job you too. Maybe you're not that bad after all.
A small touch of tactical genius in the end, Mike. - Thanks, thanks.
ENGLISH SUBTITLES BY BARISHNIKOV@KATCR.CO