TOCOPILLA 20 YEARS AGO
Yes...
Hello, neighbor!
MATTA ALLEY VS CHORRILLOS STREET
Look!
Chipi.
Pass it!
-Come on! -Kick it!
Goal!
-What a goal! -Nice!
-Come on! -Come on!
Come on, let's go!
Look at that! How great.
Kick it!
They're defending the goal.
-What's wrong? -Nothing. Let's continue.
Hey, what is Alexis doing?
Use that goal, it was ours before. Rock, paper, scissors!
You know what, guys?
If Alexis takes off his shoes...
let's all take off our shoes. Because we're a team, right?
And teammates stick together.
Come on!
Just like that! All together!
Come on!
They won't beat us anyway.
Okay, come on.
This is Alexis Sánchez. My idol.
When he was a kid, his life was very similar to mine.
And that's me. My name is Tito.
And this is the story of how we met
and became the best friends in the world.
Good morning, human.
That's Gloria. My sister.
Come on, Tito! Get up.
She's an amazing goalie.
Today's the rematch against Einstein.
She's pretty annoying too.
Today's going to be the big day for Tito "Little Brat" Rojas.
Here. Eat that. I'll wait for you outside!
RECOLETA TODAY
Hurry up!
-Come on, Tito! -Coming!
Hey, Chelo.
This is Chelo. He's my best friend.
And, well, I think he likes my sister.
-Wait for me! -Lorna!
That's Lorna. The neighborhood's best center midfielder.
Hi, Chelo!
And they're Luigi and "Own Goal" Caña.
-How are you? -Let's play.
We call him that because... Well, you know.
Like this!
Come on! We have to win! Let's go!
Hurry up!
Whitman!
Einstein!
If Tito's playing, we start with a goal lead.
Why would we do that? It's not fair.
-Because Tito is too good. -Right.
-Okay. How many goals? -Five.
Five is a lot. You're shameless. Three.
-No. -No! Rock, paper, scissors.
-Yes. -Rock, paper, scissors.
-Go, team! -We'll win anyway, guys! Focus!
ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS
Goal!
GOAL!
Goal!
Goal! What a goal!
Go! Come on!
Five in! Let's switch!
Five in, we have to switch sides! Come on.
-Goal! -Well done, team!
That's it, team!
Goal!
Well done, Tito!
Come on, let's go.
And he's my dad. Well, you're about to meet him.
Tito!
Gloria!
What are you doing?
Okay, let's go.
Come on.
-Chelo, bring me the ball later. -Yeah, I will.
Bye, Tito!
Jeez...
Discipline, Tito. You can't risk getting hurt
while playing with your friends.
I get it, but we have fun!
Soccer is not about having fun.
It's about effort, that's what's important!
Wasn't it "discipline"?
Okay, discipline, effort--
-Dad, don't be so dramatic. -Look.
Honey, I don't want you to hang out with that girl anymore.
-She puts ideas into your head. -Ideas about what?
Soccer is for men!
And selling clothes is for women.
I don't sell clothes. I just help your mom, it's different.
You help her sell clothes.
I caught them playing soccer again.
So? They were having fun!
-Oh, you too? So fun is everything, then? -Enough. Gloria!
I told you...
It's not good for Tito to play before his tryout next week.
-U-15. Recoleta. Okay? -Okay. It's all about Tito.
What about Gloria? Why can't she play?
-Gloria has to help us out here. -I can do it myself.
-Let her play, she's good! She likes it. -What use is it to her?
Well, playing soccer is not really useful...
Soccer gave us a house, a car. And much more.
That was 20 years ago.
You're talking nonsense. Tito has a future in soccer.
Look. I don't want him to try out yet.
-What? -They train them too much.
-They miss school. -Just for a few years...
What? So he's dropping out of school now?
-You're so lucky! -Have you seen how he draws?
Have you seen his grades?
Tito is a great student. I want him to go to college.
Please, Dad. Don't take me out of school.
It's only for a while. Tito, look...
When life gives you chances, take them.
Like you did.
Hey.
-Don't be rude to Dad. -But he said--
No, no, no. Apologize to him.
-I'm sorry, Dad. -That's it.
See what you started?
-Tito! -Huh?
Hey. Why did you say that to Dad? You know he's touchy about that.
I let it slip.
What's wrong?
Are you mad about leaving school because of Dad?
Yes.
I'd give anything to be in your place.
Blocking goals all day.
You don't know how lucky you are, little brother.
-Yeah, sure. -Hey, I have an idea.
Tomorrow, we skip school
and go to the Juan Pinto Durán sports complex.
All the players will be there. Alexis, Vidal, Gary.
Let's go.
Silly human, you still don't know about my perfect plan.
-What's up? -Hey, Chelo!
-Hi, Chelo. -Hey, how are you?
-Come in. -Hurry up, come in.
-Look, I have a present. -My ball! Thanks, Chelo.
-Come here. -Hurry, it's important.
-Okay. We're putting together a plan. -A secret plan.
Tomorrow, us three and Lorna are going to go
to the Juan Pinto Durán sports complex.
Are you in?
Come on.
Hey! Let's wait for Chelo.
-But where is he? -I don't know.
-Let's go. -Come on, Tito, the door's closing.
Hurry up.
Tito!
Teacher!
At least bring me some toilet paper.
-Here he comes! -Here he comes!
Here comes Alexis!
Gary! Gary! Over here!
Gary! For Channel 33!
Well...
Let's go, then.
Hey, Lorna! Let's go, Lorna!
When are we going to do tryouts?
When you can. Does your dad know?
My dad's against it.
Hey, look! Wait.
Come on, quick!
Hello.
Yes, that's me.
FOOTBALL FEDERATION OF CHILE
Up there! Give it your best, guys!
-Turn around! Come on! -Now!
-Again, come on! -Come on!
Mateo, come on! Give it your all!
Go!
Who are they? I don't know anyone.
They're Sparring. They are the first ones to train outside of their club.
They're good!
With these facilities, who wouldn't be a good player?
Look at that, Tito. Training, playing,
preparing to be the best. This could be your life.
Stop it. You sound like a commercial for sneakers.
A guard is coming! Run! Let's go!
-Hey! Stop! -Run!
-Run, Tito! -Stop there! Hey!
Hey!
Hurry up, Lorna!
Look! There's another one!
Wait, wait!
What are you doing? Let's go!
Where's Tito?
Bye, Arturito!
Slow down, man!
...Uncle Jorge's house, right. Let me know, I'll take care of it.
That's it. I got this. Take care, see you.
-That car... -Belongs to...
Ale!
-Alexis... -Little brat!
C-Q here, Wild Horse.
I can't find the kid, so...
Now I'm going to look for the girls.
But those kids can't be far from here. Okay, see you.
Bye. I mean, over.
I mean, out.
What's up, Tocogol? You're very quiet.
No one's called me "Tocogol" in a while.
I'm nostalgic. Tocopilla, Chico Luis...
Mrs. Irma's fries.
Oh, dude! I'd go there right now for some fries, extra ketchup.
-Seafood soup? -Oh, you're killing me!
Hey, by the way... You can't go over there for Christmas.
-What!? -We can't go there for Christmas.
-Why not? -You have two commercials to shoot.
-Wasn't it one? -It was, but now it's two.
I could do the commercial, but I don't think they want me.
You're the star here. What can I do?
Take me to Tocopilla for a week,
-to be with my family. -We can't.
We can't, what do you want me to do?
What are you doing in my car, boy?
Alexis...
-Are you trying to steal it? -No, I'm hiding.
-To steal the car. -No, from a guard.
I was at the sports complex with my sister and a friend.
-See, he's stealing-- -Okay, leave him alone.
-What's your name? -Tito.
Tito what?
Héctor Armando Rojas Méndez, son of Héctor Rojas
and Adriana Méndez, and my sister is Gloria Méndez Rojas.
I live at 1745 Ezra Pound, unit B. No bell.
Tito!
Like that! Well done. Come on, doggies.
Tito, why did you get into someone else's car?
No, dude. That's a crime here and anywhere.
-Enough! Stop scolding him. -I'm calling the cops.
He's just a kid, stop scolding him.
We got the blueprints for the addition!
-Already? -Yeah, right here. There are three...
Three proposals.
-What was your name? -Tito.
Take a seat.
-Second floor, right? -Yes.
-Nice, huh? -Totally.
-Ask him if he called his mom. -Tito, did you call your mom?
-No. -Do you have a cell phone?
-No. I don't. -Give him one.
Here.
Okay.
-Do you know the number? -No.
-But... don't you know your mom's number? -No, I don't.
Have you eaten anything?
I'll make you a sandwich, Alexis Sánchez style.
-Okay? -Okay.
Atom! Let's go!
So you play soccer too?
-Yeah. -What's your number?
-Ten. -Really?
And where do you live?
In Recoleta. I also play for the Recoleta Sports Club.
I'm in the U-12 team, and my dad trains me every day for the U-15 team.
-And I'm only 11. -So you're good!
Yeah.
-Wow! -Let's play, then.
Do you know how to play "invisible ball"?
-What's that? -Don't you know? An old school game.
-Okay? -Okay.
-Okay, Chinchilla. -Let's go..
There you go, Chinchilla!
Do it! Do it, Tito!
-He didn't get the game. -He didn't get it at all.
-But explain it well, then. -Hey...
-How in the...? -Look, this is the invisible ball.
-Okay. -Okay? Understood?
-You do whatever you want with it. -Anything?
-Anything. -Anything. Do you get it now?
-Yes. -Okay. Chinchilla, give me the ball.
Let's see. Touch it. How is it?
-It needs a little air. -Right?
-Okay. -Now we can play!
-Tito! Are you ready, Tito? Take it! -Pass it, man.
Good! Bravo!
Go find it in the cemetery.
Like old times.
TOCOPILLA 20 YEARS AGO
MATTA ALLEY VS CHORRILLOS STREET FIFTH TIME
Well done!
Oh, the ball went into the cemetery where the vultures live!
We're out of balls!
-I knew this day would come. -That day is today.
Go get it, Alexis!
But it isn't my fault that we lost the other balls!
-But the last one was. -They're right, Alexis.
Go find it!
Alexis, come on. Don't be afraid, the cemetery is not haunted.
-Stop messing around! -Go get it.
-I'm going, but cut it out! -Go!
We'll always remember you, Alexis!
There it is, yes!
Finally.
Rock, paper...
Guys! I found it!
And two more.
Let's go.
One... two.
Oh, look! The ghost of Alexis is giving away balls.
Alexis!
Yes, guys!
How's the sandwich?
Not so good. I don't like it so much.
It's gross. It has honey mustard.
-Leave it there, it's inedible. -Okay.
Hey, did Alexis play for another team when he was my age?
He played for Club Arauco.
A tiny club in the most remote town in Chile: Tocopilla.
-How do you think it is? -A dust town.
Only dust! He even played in his school loafers.
-He wasn't good. -No?
He was great!
We would all watch him play like a beast.
Plus he used to play with the older boys.
-What grade are you in? -Sixth.
At your age, he used to play with high schoolers.
-Older boys. -Bearded ones. Do you have a beard?
-No, but a little mustache. -What mustache?
You just have some lint.
-Hi, I'm his mom. -Iván Tapia, Alexis Sánchez's friend.
-They call him "Chinchilla." -That's right.
-Where were you? -Come in.
-Excuse me. -Thanks for bringing him back.
-Please, come in. -No, well, excuse me...
-So sorry for the trouble. -Don't worry, really.
We're going to talk soon, okay?
-It's a pleasure. -Hi.
Thanks for everything. Serve him something.
No, no. Really, I don't have much time.
-Oh, okay. -And there's Tito.
And... did the boy tell you he's good at soccer?
-Something like that. -Really?
So, Alexis and you... Could you help him out?
Look, I can give you my card.
And I promise to come and bring some jerseys for the club.
-Really? -Yes.
My wife and I sell clothes. In fact, we recycle clothes.
Old clothes would also be useful.
Does Alexis throw away his old t-shirts?
Héctor.
-That question... -Not necessarily.
-No? -Ignore him.
-What does he do then? -He washes them. Like everyone else.
-Okay. -Well, I have to go.
-Yes, let me walk you out. -Okay.
-Nice to meet you. -You too. Bye, Tito!
Take care, Chinchilla! Bye.
-Thanks for bringing him back. -You're welcome.
Tell me everything! Did you meet Alexis Sánchez?
-Yes. -I don't want to hear anything else!
Do you think this is a joke?
You messed up, Tito. You really screwed up!
I didn't do anything wrong, Alexis autographed my jersey.
-He autographed your...? -He must think you're a thief, Tito!
That's how you make a name in soccer? Stealing?
Really?
-Héctor. -Give me that.
-But, Dad, it's mine. -You don't get things by stealing, Tito.
-Don't exaggerate! -So everyone is against me now.
-Enough. -Are you all against me? This jersey...
We're going to sell this jersey at the flea market!
Who's going to believe it's from Alexis Sánchez?
-Bye, Dad. -Bye, kiddo.
-Tito. -Take care, Dad!
-Hey, get back in, you're coming with me. -What?
-Why? Where? -U-15 tryouts. They rescheduled.
-What about school? -Get in.
If this is about the sports complex incident,
you should punish us both. It was my idea too.
-I'm willing to risk everything. -Go.
-I could leave school to be a pro goalie. -Okay, sure, go.
-Come on, Dad. When will it be my turn? -Sure, go. Come on, Tito.
Look. There they are.
Dad, they're huge.
-Plus today I have a math test. -Cut the drama.
What would Alexis say?
He would be happy to play soccer and skip school.
When Alexis was in Cobreloa, he studied.
-Who told you that? -Alexis!
-Fine. -Okay.
Hurry up! Or do you need an invitation?
This is Mr. Héctor "Tito" Rojas.
He's in the U-12 team,
but I want to see him play with older kids.
Warm up for five minutes, and then we play.
-Okay. No fear. -Okay.
Go for it, Tito!
Good. What a good pass.
Come on, Tito. Let's go!
Oh!
Hey, referee!
Hey, referee! Come on!
Hey! Referee! What do you have the cards for?
Tito!
Go, Tito! Don't just stand there!
Go for it! Go for it!
Look! This is the house.
Yes, this is the one.
Are you sure?
Yes, Dad. How could I forget this castle?
It's too square to be a castle.
Imagine if I made a house like that for you and Mom?
The only way to do that is to earn money from playing soccer. Money is everything.
But, Dad, I don't need money. I want to learn.
Okay, go ring the bell.
Done.
Go show your face to the camera.
But not that face, man!
-What face do you prefer? -A friendly one!
They're opening the gate.
-Look, that's Alexis's car. -Really?
-Yes, look! -Good.
-Take the backpack. -Okay.
Come on!
-Mr. Alexis! -Hi!
-Remember him? -Tito, what brings you here?
-How are you? Fine? -I'm Tito's dad.
-Oh, are you? Nice to meet you. -Yes, nice to meet you.
-Very nice to meet you. It's an honor. -Thank you very much.
We were waiting for you because we wanted to thank you.
-Oh, yeah? -For what you did for my son.
For looking after him and not calling the cops.
-I brought you a present. -Wow, thanks!
-I hope you like chocolate. -Thanks.
-With love and respect, Alexis. -Thank you.
Sorry to keep bothering you. Could I ask you for a glass of water?
-Yes, sure. -There's nowhere to get him a juice.
-Let's go in. -If it's not too much trouble.
-Not at all. -You're very kind.
Did Tito tell you he's a great player?
No. He told me he played tennis.
-Hey, Tito! Tennis player! -What?
-Tito is underappreciated in his club. -Really?
-Alexis, where's the bathroom? Okay. -In the back, on the right.
In the back, on the right, like Chavo.
-Alexis. Since we are here... -Yes, tell me.
-May I be frank? -Yes, no problem.
Look. Can you give me a hand with Tito?
Any contact you may have.
Sometimes I'm very busy, so Chinchilla helps me out, he's my friend...
-Iniesta. Dani Álvez. -But is there any chance...?
-I'll talk to Chinchilla. -Messi.
He's my friend, he'll call you.
-Okay. -Because now I have a meeting.
I have to go.
-Okay, I get it. -That's why.
Tito Rojas! We're out of here!
-Tito! Let's go. -Huh?
Your friend Alexis doesn't have time for people like us.
-I have a meeting, Tito. -Dad, don't be rude.
-I'm not rude. -Be understanding.
Look. Chinchilla's number...
I've been calling him, and he never answers me.
-Dad. Let's go, please. Stop it. -No. It's all clear to me now.
-Alexis forgot what it is to be poor. -Dad.
Why would you say that? Do you know my story?
When I was a kid, I had nothing to eat.
It was hard, I really struggled.
No one sees past this fantasy, the house, the car, they think that's it.
Do you really think that?
You don't know what there is behind a soccer player's life.
I've been alone in my life.
And you come and say that? That I forgot where I come from?
That's my success: I never forget.
A small town. I used to play with a rag ball.
The day I forget that... maybe I'll no longer be a soccer player.
Think before you speak.
What I have is due to daily sacrifices
to maintain what I have.
-Just so we're clear. -It's clear. It's clear.
-I'll be waiting for that call. -Alright.
-I'm sorry, Alexis. It is what it is. -Bye, Tito. Take care.
Oh, oh... why me?
What happened? How was the tryout?
-Bad. -Bad? Why?
-It was bad. -But why?
-The boys were older and bigger. -Really? But you are a great player!
-I don't want to be a soccer player. -What?
I don't want to play anymore.
What's wrong, Tito? You love playing soccer.
I like it. But not as a job.
Training every day and all that. I just like to play outdoors.
Don't worry, brother. If you don't want to be a soccer player,
Mom won't let Dad make you.
I know that. But I don't want Dad to stop loving me.
He'll never stop loving you.
Silly human.
Look what I brought you...
If Alexis takes off his shoes...
let's all take off our shoes.
Ale!
He'll come soon.
It's been seven hours, he won't get to eat lamb.
-Are you okay, Ale? -Yes, my friend.
Time flies, right?
-We change even if we don't want to. -A lot.
I kept thinking about what Tito's dad told me.
Maybe we're not the kids we were in Tocopilla.
-Relax, we're having a good time. -Go, go.
-I'll go soon, okay? Yes. -Will you?
Tito. Tito, hey.
-Chinchilla texted me. -Who?
-Chinchilla. -So?
We have a tryout in one month! With the Catholic University.
-Really? -Yes!
Are you happy?
-Yeah, that's good. -Just good?
Now let me sleep, I'm tired. Let's talk tomorrow.
Okay, sleep well.
Mass is the amount of matter a body has.
UNIT 2
-Volume is... -I know that one, teacher!
-Volume is... -I know that one!
Let's see, Rojas.
Volume is the amount of space occupied by the mass.
Tito is a good student, and you can see that he really likes to learn.
Yes, I know. He's my pride and joy.
-Have you seen his notebook? -He's a good student. That's why
he can miss the rest of classes, and still pass his finals, right?
-That's against the school's policy. -You want him to do poorly, then?
Ultimately, we all know Tito will do better
playing soccer than studying.
-Thank you for your time. -Héctor. Hey! You went too far.
That's it, I want nothing to do with this school.
-Come on! What's up? -That's it. Come on.
Nothing goes through this goal, gentlemen!
Okay, Tito.
Come on, Tito.
Can't you score a goal against your sister?
Come on.
Hit it hard. Hard, Tito!
Hard!
Gloria!
An impenetrable goal, gentlemen!
Enough, Gloria.
-What's wrong with you? Go home. -What? Why?
-Why? -I brought you here to help Tito,
not to talk like a soccer player.
-I want to be a soccer player, Dad. -And I want to be a millionaire.
-But me being a soccer player is possible. -In Chile, Gloria,
women have no chance of playing soccer for real. None!
-I have to try, like you tell Tito. -Try as much as you want!
But not under my roof, got it?
Dad, stop it!
Sure. Like the house is yours.
Don't be a brat...
Gloria!
Little brother!
Hey, I brought you Chelo's notebooks for you not to fall behind.
-What? -I brought you his notebooks.
-What for? Chelo doesn't even take notes. -Really?
It's for you to study and not fall behind. Right?
-Hey, Dad scolded you a lot. -Yeah, but you know what? I don't care.
Nothing Dad tells me will take away my dream of playing soccer.
When you have a dream, nothing and nobody can stop you.
Okay, stop it. You sound like a commercial for sneakers again.
You'll see me in commercials, just like Alexis.
-But you're prettier. -My little brat.
Look, I got a message.
-It's from Alexis! There. -Really?
-Let's watch it! -It's ready.
Okay Tito, look.
To be ready for the tryout, you have to do what I do, okay?
Like this.
Six, seven, eight, nine.
Alexis. We saw the video you sent us.
Now we're going to do a very cool workout.
Come on, Tito.
EXPECTATION
Lower!
REALITY
-Lower! -I can't. Let me film you.
I'll show you.
Come on, Tito! You're almost done!
Let us see you, Tito!
Like that!
Here's the plan. With the money we get from Barcelona,
we'll start a construction company and that's it.
Okay.
Hey, Dad. Will I be able to build houses then?
How I want them or how someone else wants them?
-However you like. Look... -What?
-Chinchilla, Alexis's slave. Quiet. -Don't be mean.
Mr. Iván. What an honor.
I'm fine. Training the champion for the tryout.
Thank you very much. Very nice of you.
Go on...
Yeah?
No, on the contrary.
-Really? -...to the house we're building.
Send me the address because I don't know where it is.
I'll text it to you.
Listen, I don't know what to say. Thank you so much for the favor.
-See you, Mr. Héctor. -Say hi to Alexis! See you soon.
-What did you tell Alexis? -Nothing.
-What did you tell him? -That you don't have a job.
-Thanks. -You're welcome.
-Everything needs work. -Okay.
Those spotlights need to be repaired first.
Once that's done, we'll start with the house.
Okay.
-Oh, yes, there it is. -You have to repair all that.
-They were set up wrong. -I got this.
Any questions...
-Ask the site manager directly. -Alright.
Perfect.
I'd like to ask you for a favor, if you don't mind.
You should talk about money with the foreman,
-I have nothing to do with that. -No.
No, it's not about money...
I'd like to bring my son with me so he can train here.
The tryout with the Catholic University is in one month. Can we do that?
Sure.
JULY 4, 2015
I want the house to be cool
because I want Humber and Atom to like it.
On the left side, I want it to be diagonal.
But here and here, I want it to be straight.
I don't want it to be like the others, I want it to be different.
ROOF
It's super weird. And what color will it be?
White.
-What if you paint this part like that? -Red?
Red.
Not bad.
It looks great.
Okay, all white except for the roof, which will be red.
Good.
But Alexis's dogs are big. You'll need help.
Yeah, I know.
Tell Dad.
Take advantage of the boss not being here and dive into the pool.
What if we make a house for Humber and Atom?
-For whom? -Humber and Atom.
-Who's that? -Don't you know Alexis's dogs?
This is my idea.
-Is that a dog house? -Yes.
No, dog houses have to be normal.
With a pitched roof, otherwise it'll fall apart.
No, Dad. If you place the weight at this point,
the angle doesn't matter, look...
Right...
-That's going to fall apart. -Help me, Dad, please.
No...
Son, this is going to take time away from practice, so no.
But, Dad, look...
After lunch, we have some free time, and we can build the house.
It'd be a noble gesture for Alexis, after all he's done for us.
And you're very good at carpentry.
-Come on... -"Come on."
-Look, son. Let's make a deal. -What deal?
-Concentrate on your training. -Okay?
Give it your all. Really do your best.
-Okay. -If you train really hard, I'll help you.
-How's that? -Thanks, Daddy.
I swear I'll train harder than ever.
-Well said, son! -Daddy, can I get in the pool?
One last dive, and then you have to swim five laps!
-What? -There and back! Let's go!
That's it. Come on!
Quick! Jump! Knees up! Turn around!
Come on!
Come on, Tito! Focus! Drawing's over, now it's time to focus!
How to find 20 percent of 150.
Rule of three, 150 equals 100 percent, and 20 equals X.
-That's the same as last week. -Yes. But you have to know it anyway.
-I already know that. -Let's see, know-it-all, how much is it?
-There. See? -Good, little brat. You're smart.
Studying's over, then.
Hey, why don't they teach new topics?
Honey, Chelo hasn't brought his notes for over a week.
And why is that? He promised to give me his notes.
-I don't know, ask him. -I'll go right now.
-Tito, finish your meal! -Mom, I'll be fast!
Stubborn kid!
Chelo!
Chelo! Hey, Chelo!
-What do you want? -Where are the notes?
-At least say hello. -You promised that you'd bring them.
-I had to study, I'm not your servant. -What's the matter with you?
-Something happened to someone. -What does that mean?
You missed the match, Salto beat us bad.
You could have at least gone to cheer.
You know I have a tryout with CU soon, I can't get injured.
Look at you. Alexis's friend.
Stop it. You know I'm good, that's why I'm there.
Go with your new friend and get the notes from him.
Do you ever argue with Chinchilla?
Always, we still do nowadays. Why?
I had a fight with Chelo. I don't know how to fix things.
We always fix our problems by playing soccer, no matter what.
Alexis! Hey, Alexis! I have a surprise!
TOCOPILLA 20 YEARS AGO
Coming. Tell me.
-Look what I have. -Great, Chinchilla, a ball!
-You got it! -Let's go to the field.
-That's great! -Alexis!
-Here, don't skip breakfast. -Thanks, Mom!
-Hi, Chinchilla. -Hi, ma'am.
-Have fun! -Thanks!
Who do you prefer?
-I like Zamorano. -Zamorano.
-What did you say, Chinchilla? -Zamorano.
Two days ago, you told me that you liked Salas.
No way, I told you--
You told me that you liked Salas!
-I said Zamorano! -What? You're such a liar!
You misheard me, I didn't say Salas, I said Zamorano.
Okay. Both play well. And what do you like about Zamorano?
He scores incredible goals.
-He makes nice plays. -No, the nicest plays are made by...
Look. Salas takes the ball: first pass, second pass, and boom! Great goal!
It's true. When I grow up, I'd like to score more goals than Salas!
I'd like to have long hair.
Chelo!
-Chelo. -What do you want, famous boy?
Hey, leave me alone. Look.
Don't you get it? It's the ball from the 2015 Copa América.
When Alexis scored a penalty goal and they won.
-And all the players signed it. -Really?
-Yes, I was at Alexis's house. -Who cares?
-"Who cares?" -So you have a new ball.
Stop it, Chelo. I came to invite you, so we can recreate the penalty shootout.
-Alexis is going to get mad. -He's not going to notice.
-Okay, right. But under one condition. -Okay, what?
I'll be Alexis.
-Okay, let's go. -Sure.
Hurry up!
It's the Copa América final, Chile vs. Argentina!
-Who kicked off, do you remember? -Mati Fernández, of course.
Matías!
Then came Messi, who kicked the ball down to the left.
Messi is about to kick it. Bravo gets ready.
Messi! Come on!
Then came Vidal, who kicked it down to the right.
Chelo! What's wrong with you?
Romero! What a goal!
Then came Higuaín, kicking the ball up the hill.
Higuaín's ghosts appear!
-Higuaín's ghosts appear! -Higuaín!
Out of bounds! Higuaín's ghosts! Good for Chile!
-What a goal! -Then came Banega, you have to catch it.
Chile is safe!
-Alexis. -Alexis.
-Red jerseys! -Go, Romero!
Chile is praying for Alexis Sanchez. This is the Copa América. The final!
-Let's do it. -Alexis!
Alexis sees a sea of red jerseys.
Romero's leaning to the right!
Alexis kicks it and scores!
What a great goal!
Three to two!
-Where are you going, son? -To the shower.
We can't use that one anymore. We have to use the changing rooms.
The boss isn't here, take a swim!
Come on, son!
What's going on?
Dive in.
Tito! Get out of there, son.
-Boss! -How are you, Mr. Héctor?
-Not bad. -Good to see you.
-I need to talk to you. -If it's to scold me, I'm sorry,
I told the boy to get in the pool and cool off.
That's fine. In fact, we're happy you can enjoy it.
-Okay. -But we have another problem...
Tell me.
How can I say it? Okay, in short, some things are missing.
-What do you mean? -Maybe you took something.
-I'm just asking. -If you think it was me, ask directly.
Don't be rude because I can be worse, Mr. Héctor.
It's not about being rude, it's about clearing things up immediately.
Tito! Get out! We're leaving now!
Do you want to check the bags? Here they are, look.
Any doubts? Anything?
Done.
Check if I have anything that belongs to you, maybe a tool.
-Relax, let's talk like gentlemen. -I'm relaxed, but let's clear this up.
-You don't seem relaxed. -Here are some dirty clothes.
Do you want to check them, too?
Or let's check the kid's backpack. Maybe he's a little thief.
Could you not do this in front of him?
-No, let's talk! -You'll upset him.
Don't cry!
What's the matter?
Your son is a thief! That's the matter!
-Héctor, calm down! -Go downstairs!
-Héctor! -Let's see. What else did you steal?
-What else did you steal? -Nothing else, Dad.
-Tito, leave the room. -Dad!
-What else did you steal? -What are you doing? Calm down! Stop.
He stole from Alexis! He screwed up his own life!
The only one who screwed up his own life is you.
And now you want to screw up your son's life?
I'm sick of you living at our expense.
Leave the house.
Okay.
I can tell I'm not wanted here.
-Little brother. -What?
-Look. I brought you Mom's rice pudding. -I don't want it. I'm not hungry.
You didn't eat anything, little brat. Stop thinking about it.
I thought he wouldn't notice,
he has a bunch of balls, they all look the same.
-I know, don't think about it anymore. -But Dad's not coming home ever again.
He'll come back. He always comes back, you know him.
-He'll never forgive me. -No, what are you talking about?
-Hey, look at me. It wasn't your fault. -What do you mean?
It's Dad that puts pressure on you all the time.
Do you know why he wants you to be a soccer player?
I know why. You told me about it before.
In 1987, he was going to play for Colo-Colo,
but he was injured during a match...
In 1991, Colo-Colo won the Copa Libertadores,
and we would've had more money.
But Dad wasn't injured during a match.
Little brat...
Dad was injured because he was driving drunk.
Really?
Yes.
But he's very embarrassed about that. That's why he's never told us, Okay?
Dad isn't a bad person. It's just that...
adults suffer too.
Hello. I wanted to know if you still need me for this job,
or for any other job you might have.
If you need me, just let me know. I also wanted to tell you...
that we're honest people. We're not thieves.
I'm sorry.
-Hi. -Hi, honey.
-What do you want? After last night... -I want to talk to you three.
To apologize. Just give me a few minutes, then I'll leave.
-Go ahead. -Thank you.
-Hi, son. -Hi, Dad.
Well, I know I screw up sometimes, and that I'm very strict.
But this has nothing to do with me. This is about Tito.
This is his chance to become a professional soccer player,
and I don't want him...
to end up like me, frustrated.
Just that.
Okay. Nice speech, but we've heard it before.
-Today, Tito goes to school. -Adriana, today's the tryout with CU.
-I know, but he's going to school today! -Why are you so stubborn?
Hey, stop. Why don't you ask Tito what he wants to do?
No, Gloria. Tito's too young to decide.
Don't exaggerate, he hasn't attended school for a month,
what's another day?
Tito. Do you want to come with me? To the tryout?
-Yes. -Answer him. I can't hear you.
-He said yes. -Let him talk.
Yes, I want to go to the tryout.
Do whatever you want.
-Héctor "Cachimba" Rojas. What's up? -Hi, Marambio. How are you?
-I almost didn't recognize you. -But I haven't changed a bit.
-You're certainly just as bad. -This is my heir. Say hello.
-Hi. -Hello, boy.
-Is he here for the tryout? -Of course. He's ten times better than me.
He'll impress them.
Son, come on. Go get in line.
All the parents say the same thing.
Not all their kids were recommended by Alexis Sánchez.
-What? -Tito's his mentee.
-Really? -Don't you believe me?
You don't believe me.
Wait. Tito! Come here.
Hey, show him the video of Alexis. You have it, right?
-Why? -Get your phone. So he can see it.
-And what does he care? -Search for it.
-Where is it? -Here it is.
Done.
Well, go.
Here it is.
Tito, look. To be ready for the tryout, you have to do what I do, okay?
-What do you think? -Is that real?
See? That's Alexis.
-There he is. -Congrats, man.
-Cool, right? Humbly. -Yes, sure. Hey, look...
His son is Alexis's mentee.
He's going to try out for the U-15 team.
He's small.
-Give it your best. -Yeah.
Okay? Listen.
-I love you. Let's go! -Me too.
-Look. He's Alexis Sánchez's mentee. -Silence!
We've been training so long, and he'll get in just like that.
Shut up!
I'm sure you're a terrible player. That's why you need favors.
Enough! Silence! Focus on the field.
-Are you U-12? You play on the left side. -Like Alexis.
-You'll be number seven. -Just like Alexis.
-Okay. -Don't listen to them.
-Hey, your son is small. -Yes, he is. Well, Messi was small too.
That's true.
Messi was small.
Come on, Flea!
Go, go!
Down there! Go!
Offside!
Come on! Give it your best!
-They won't let him play. -Nobody can play like that.
Get up, Tito. Get up! Get up, Tito!
Get up! It was nothing.
Come on, man!
What's wrong with you?
What's going on? Sit down. Hey!
Tito!
-Leave me alone! -All this for you to play like that!
Hey, what are you doing?
I'm taking this loser home!
-Don't treat him like that. -He played bad on purpose,
to embarrass me.
-Hey, calm down. He's just a kid. -Hey, Héctor. Calm down, man. Héctor!
Tito!
PUBLIC ACCESS FIELDS 2 AND 3
Tito! Come here!
Tito!
Sorry.
Sorry for stealing the ball.
It's okay.
But if you want a ball, you have to ask for it.
Don't take it like that.
Were you playing? Where?
-At the Catholic University. -And how did it go?
It went badly.
Everything is fine. Okay? Look at me.
Everything is fine. Come here.
-Are you alone? -Yes.
-Where's your dad? -I don't know. I came alone.
I'll take you home. Get in the car.
You could at least knock on the door.
-Has Tito arrived? -He was with you.
Yeah, but the tryout went poorly and he ran away.
-Did it go poorly? -Yeah. We fought, he got mad and left.
-So our child is lost? -I thought he'd be here.
Where was he?
At the stadium, I couldn't find him, so I thought he'd be here.
I'll call him.
I have all his things here. His phone, everything. He'll be here soon.
-Why are you still here? Go! -Let's wait for him.
-Go find him! -But I already--
-Get out! -Okay, relax!
Call the police, Gloria.
-Is your house around here? -Yes, it's right here.
-Where? -There, on the corner.
Where is your house?
It's the last one of these houses. All the way up the staircase.
-Okay, let's go. I'll go with you. -Okay.
No, sir. I will not wait 24 hours.
No, you don't understand. I want to report it right now.
What? Tito.
-Oh, sweetheart! -Little brat!
-Where were you? -There he is.
-Alexis... -I'll help you.
-Sorry! I was so worried I didn't see you. -It's okay. He was outside my house.
-Thank you very much. -He was crying.
Where were you? It's the second time you bother Alexis!
Don't scold him. He was outside my house, so I brought him back. He was very sad.
-Would you like to drink something? -I have to go.
-Some juice, maybe? -No, thank you.
I have to train tomorrow, I have to go back.
-Take care. Behave! -We'll walk you out.
No, don't worry.
-Stay here. -Let's go.
-Okay, don't get lost again. -Don't worry. Let's go.
-Will you visit us again? -I don't know.
-You have to visit us. -It's far.
-That's not true. It's close. -Don't you have a helicopter?
-What happened to my car? -Oh!
They took everything! There's nothing left!
Let's call the cops. My phone's inside.
-God! -Okay, don't worry, let's go.
My God...
I left my cell phone inside the car. What do I do now?
-Let's go to the house. -You can use our phone.
-I'm so sorry. -I have to train tomorrow.
How will I get home?
-We'll find a solution. -There's no one here!
Alexis, we'd better go inside.
-Let's go, kids. -God...
Hello? Police?
I'd like to report a robbery.
Yes.
Yes, my name is Alexis Sánchez.
Alexis Sánchez. That's right. The soccer player.
Hello?
What happened?
-He hung up the phone. -How annoying!
-What's so funny? -They didn't believe it was you, right?
That always happens to me.
Héctor had the card, but he isn't answering either!
And you just laugh.
Goal!
-It's late. -Yeah.
Your sister is snoring.
Goal!
-Oh, what a great goal! -It was fine.
-Which goal do you remember the most? -The goal I remember the most...
-France '98. Do you remember? -Yes.
Back then, there was the Sa-Za Duo. Salas and Zamorano.
I was in the streets of Tocopilla...
-Okay. -In the alley.
There was a house there and here.
And... I had a ball that was made of rags, back then.
At home, there wasn't a good signal. I didn't have a big television.
And I was happy. I was alone. My street was like a field.
And I used to say, "I'm on the field," like, "Alexis takes the ball."
"Get it!" And I kicked the ball and screamed as if I had scored the goal.
And just then, people left their houses to celebrate the goal.
I had the ball and I heard everyone yelling, "Goal!"
Nobody saw me, everyone was cheering.
-Like when I scored that penalty goal. -Yeah, like the Copa América.
-That's the most I've ever yelled. -You too?
That was one of the best moments of my life.
After the third step, I dribbled the ball.
And the ball was going in slow motion...
and I shouted at the goal with my heart and soul.
And it was one of the most exciting goals of my life.
-And in my country, with my people. -Right.
It's something really special.
When the ball was already in... I thought of my family.
Then I looked back at my colleagues, and they all came running with joy.
But what was your first goal in an official match?
-When I was a kid, you mean? -Yes.
Well, when I was a kid, the goal that I remember the most is when I...
TOCOPILLA 20 YEARS AGO
-Good, come on! -Come on!
-That's it!
Go down!
Soto, go down!
Alexis! Go warm up.
-Come on, Alexis! -Play well, okay?
-Grandma is watching you from heaven. -Okay, Mom.
-Come on! -Come on, Alexis!
Oh, they're so tall. They might beat him up.
-They're going to kill him. -We'll always remember you, Alexis.
-Well, we have to trust him. -Change!
Gutiérrez! Get the kid in! Hopefully, he'll improve things for us.
-Come on. -Go, Alexis!
Well done, Ale!
Go, go! Take the ball!
-Good, Alexis. Go, boys! -Come on, son! Go!
Go, Alexis!
Hey!
-Oh! They killed him. -I knew this would happen.
We'll always remember you, Alexis.
Hey, how is that possible?
-Are you okay, Alexis? -He's just a kid!
-He's just ten, dude! -Coach, it was nothing.
How could you do that?
Are you okay? Get up.
Let's get ready for the penalty kick.
-Penalty? -The referee awarded a penalty kick.
-I'll kick it. -Aren't you hurt?
No, I'm fine, I'll kick it.
-Soto can— -I'll do it. Soto is bad. I'll kick it.
-Are you sure? Okay. -Yes.
Right.
Alexis, are you okay?
Go, goalie. Come on!
-No! -Good, goalie! Come on!
Well done, goalie!
-Go on, kid. -Come on, son!
These players...
-Come on! -Go, Alexis!
-Go, son! -Come on, boys!
-Go, Alexis! -Come on, son!
-You can do it! -Come on, son. You can do it.
I still remember that match.
Why?
That day...
I realized that the only way to go on
and to give joy to my family and my people...
was by keep fighting.
To love soccer, no matter the defeats.
And I said to myself...
I'll improve day by day to be the best. As a player and as a person.
Very good. Go!
The wall!
Very nice, Alexis!
-Okay. -Come on!
Now we have to sleep. Tomorrow, I have to train, I'm very tired.
-You can sleep in my room. -You go. I'll sleep on the couch.
-Okay. -I'll sleep here.
-Good night, Alexis. Take care. -Okay.
Don't wake me up.
-I have to train at 10 a.m. -Okay.
I'm back to Tocopilla, it seems. I'm in Tocopilla.
Well, well...
-How did you sleep? -Fine, I guess.
-Hey, friend! -Neighbor!
Adriana, we heard Alexis was staying here at your house.
-News travels very fast. -Alexis! Alexis...
-It's Alexis! -Alexis!
-Over here! -Alexis!
Alexis, you know... I owe you an explanation.
We looked into it, and this whole thing with the car, the wheel...
It's a terrible mistake. We're fixing it.
-So you found it? -Yes. Everything's fine.
It'll be like new.
Look.
-Oh! There it is! Thanks. -Your phone.
-Thank you, neighbor. -Give me a second.
-Alexis, come to my house! -Alexis!
-Chinchilla! Where are you? -Lorna, did you tell everyone?
I need you to pick me up.
I'm at Tito's house. Come fast!
Okay, I'll be waiting for you. Okay, bye.
-He's going to pick me up. -Okay.
-Do you have time for a friendly match? -Impossible, I can't.
-With the kids! -Come on!
-Come on, Alexis! -I can't.
Alexis!
Okay, let's play! It's okay.
Tito, let's get changed.
They left the car like new.
-See? It was all your fault. -Yes.
Okay, let's go! Let's play, everyone!
-He's dead. -Is he dead?
-Dead drunk. -Look, Tito! It's your dad!
-Did you see the dead man? -Is he dead?
Héctor!
Get up! You're making a fool of yourself.
-Are they taking him? -You're making a fool of yourself.
Look.
Okay, Tito, go. Let's play!
Let's play! Come on!
-You are the team captain. -Okay. Go, go!
-Who's playing? -Me!
Dad!
I don't want to be a soccer player.
I know, son.
Foul! Free kick!
-You are finally here. -Yeah.
-Did you talk to your father? -Yes.
If you told your dad, it's fine. Go! Come on!
-Mr. Alexis. -Hey.
-Thank you very much. -It's okay.
How are you? Do you feel better?
-Yes, I do. Just a little headache. -I saw how they took you out of the field.
-Yes. -You were a bit...
-My wife took me out. -And also you...
Don't you see you have another professional in your family?
-Another professional? -Exactly.
Gloria.
There she is. Look.
Can I give you some advice? From the heart...
My mother never forced me to play soccer.
She never forced me.
Sometimes, we didn't have anything to eat. We didn't have shoes.
In spite of everything, she never forced me to play.
The nicest thing about being a child is to dream and to be free.
So... open your eyes.
Gloria is really good. I've seen her play, she's amazing.
She is.
And Tito, that dog house, really...
-It turned out nice. -It did.
-He told me that you helped him a bit. -Just a couple of nails. He built it.
That's my advice. So...
-Okay? -I'll try.
The car's ready.
-Sir, how are you? -Fine, I'm feeling better.
-Better? I see. -Much better.
-Shall we? We're ready. -Take care.
-Go. -There we go.
-Okay, bye. I'll keep playing. -Excuse me. Bye!
No!
Okay, last one. Whoever scores, wins.
-The two of us. -Who wants to play with me?
-Come on! -Who wants to play with me?
-Me! -Okay, but let's do five against five!
-Or just me against all of you. -Yeah!
Okay. Go over there.
-I'm the goalie! -Come on.
Me! I'm the goalie!
Hey! My goal is that one and this one is yours.
Goal!
One to nothing. Go!
Rock, paper, scissors!
-Okay, I choose Chelo. -Chelo, Okay. Good, Chelo!
Now, go! No!
Goal!
-They're pretty. -They're pretty. You did well, eh.
Now, I... I'd have built them a bit straighter.
-The roof is twisted. Straight... -Okay.
Come on, Alexis!
Goal!
Okay... before you get out of the car... Wait a little.
Before you get out, well...
It's been a long time, but I can finally set foot here.
To think it could have been Colo-Colo 91'...
makes me want to cry.
But now it's different.
Now that I'm with you, I'm here thinking...
Dad, could you save the emotional speech for later?
-We're going to be late and... -Okay.
How cool! Such a great field!
One day, my friend, we'll play together here. On this field.
-Gloria! Lorna! Hurry, you're up! -Come on!
-Good luck, dear. -Thanks, Dad.
-Dear, can I tell you something? -Yes.
Have fun. Enjoy it. That's the most important thing.
Thanks, Daddy. I'll give it my best.
Pass the ball!
Look!
Goal!
FORMAN IS THE CHAMPION
Come on!
Come on, girls! Go up!
Get closer, Gloria! Closer!
Good!
Penalty?
Okay.
Come on, Gloria!
-Go, go! -Come on!
Gloria!
She's a lefty. She's going to kick it sideways.
-She stopped the penalty! -She stopped it!
She stopped it!
Please, there's still a match left to play.
And that's how we met and became the best friends in the world!
We'll always remember you, Alexis!
Oh, here they come! Bye!
-Go, team! -Go!
Did you see that? I'm sure you did!
It's like I told you. It's bigger than me.
Good. Let me introduce myself. My name is Alexis Sánchez.
I'm a kid from Tocopilla. I'm 13 years old. Thank you.
Hi. My name is Luciano González, I'm 11 years old and I'm from Iquique.
My best anecdote is when I scored a great goal in a match.
I want to be in Alexis's movie because he's my idol.
He's my favorite player and role model.
...and an opponent was following me.
He put out his foot, I fell face down near the goal.
And the teacher said, "Who's going to kick it?", and I was like,
"Me! Me!" I'm small so I started jumping.
"Me! Me! Me!" Because everyone was taller...
"Me! Me! Me!"
And then the teacher said, "Okay, you." And I was like, "Wow!"
Afterward, I took the ball, I went back and got ready, I was focused.
And the goalie was like...
And before I kicked the ball,
I fell on my back!
Why do I want to be in this movie?
First of all, I want to feel how actors feel when they film a movie.
And because I love soccer.
I want to meet Alexis Sánchez. I'm his number-one fan.
And because I have a Golden Retriever!
Hey! Come here!
Come!
Come on!
Let's go! Yes!
Come on! Okay. Sit down.
Sit down.
Hello, my friends. My name is Alexis Sánchez.
I want to be in Mi amigo Alexis.
I hope you choose me. And Atom and Humber too. Bye!
Bye! Let's go!