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Foot of God EPISODE
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00:00:12I'll snap your leg like a twig.
00:00:31Your power's good, your accuracy isn't.
00:00:50The underground king this round is Ross!
00:01:09I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the 20 years you've been training me.
00:01:12Your foot of God is complete.
00:01:14There is no one left in this world who can beat you.
00:01:17When I found you washed onto the shore back then,
00:01:19all you had was this in your crib.
00:01:24I think it is your mom's name engraved on it, Michelle Kahn.
00:01:31Master, I want to go to New York to find my family.
00:01:34I'll let you go to New York, but your talent will draw a lot of attention to yourself.
00:01:38Keep it hidden, unless you absolutely have to use it.
00:01:53Caroline, be a good girl and spend the night with me.
00:01:57I'll show you a hell of a good time.
00:01:59You disgust me!
00:02:01You...
00:02:02You actually drugged me!
00:02:04Boys!
00:02:05Get her!
00:02:06Tie her up!
00:02:14Where the hell did this trash cleaner come from?
00:02:18Have you got a death wish?
00:02:19Those eyes...
00:02:20Why do they look so familiar?
00:02:22Get out!
00:02:23This isn't your fight!
00:02:27Tonight, I'm cleaning this place up.
00:02:44Nooo...
00:02:55Literally...
00:03:02Next time you step out, watch your back.
00:03:04This feeling, it's familiar.
00:03:07If my little brother was still alive, he'd be about his age.
00:03:10Where's your home?
00:03:14Brooklyn. Phoenix Vanguard.
00:03:22Lord, please watch over my kid.
00:03:25Lord, keep him safe and sound.
00:03:31A cripple born with twitchy legs isn't fit to set foot on the pitch.
00:03:35Tossing him out was the only way to save this club's reputation.
00:03:39Is reputation all you care about?
00:03:42To the point where you'll even throw away your own flesh and blood?
00:03:45If you can't play football, you're nothing but trash in the ocean.
00:03:49My flesh and blood is Caroline.
00:03:51She's a top 30 star nationwide. That's my pride.
00:03:55Boss, ma'am. Miss Caroline got ambushed by Iron Eagle's club.
00:03:59She's injured. Some janitor brought her back here.
00:04:07I appreciate you helping my daughter.
00:04:10Name your price.
00:04:12A janitor like you must be desperate for cash.
00:04:14No, thanks.
00:04:25What's your name?
00:04:27My name is Ross.
00:04:28My master found me by the shore.
00:04:31This was in my cradle.
00:04:41My boy!
00:04:42The future king of the World Cup is born.
00:04:45He's gonna own that trophy.
00:04:46Mr. Ronaldo,
00:04:48due to congenital nerve compression,
00:04:50the infant's legs are constantly spesmic.
00:04:53What the hell did you just say?
00:04:55My kid's a cripple?
00:04:56Phoenix Club doesn't need some useless cripple
00:04:58who can't even kick a ball.
00:04:59He's not fit to live.
00:05:04Toss that thing into the ocean.
00:05:06Tell everyone it was a stillbirth.
00:05:08No!
00:05:10That's our son!
00:05:20This ring.
00:05:21You're my kid.
00:05:33Gerd, look at this ring.
00:05:36Phoenix Club's been around for decades,
00:05:38but no player named Can ever showed up in our records.
00:05:42That ring means nothing.
00:05:52Since you saved Caroline,
00:05:54here's 20 grand.
00:05:55Like I said,
00:05:56I don't want payment for doing the right thing.
00:06:03The moment she saw the ring,
00:06:05she lost her composure.
00:06:07She recognizes it.
00:06:15I engraved that ring myself!
00:06:18Especially for my son!
00:06:21He's alive!
00:06:23That's my little Ross!
00:06:24Why won't you let me have him?
00:06:29Mom!
00:06:31You're saying this janitor
00:06:33is my missing little brother?
00:06:36I'm sorry.
00:06:38I'm sorry.
00:06:41I won't have the American football world laughing at me.
00:06:45Not Gerd Ronaldo.
00:06:47Not with a son like that.
00:06:49The next person who brings him up
00:06:52is out of this club, understood?
00:07:09Luca's insane.
00:07:11Did you see the speed of that shot?
00:07:13A regular keeper would break bones
00:07:15just trying to stop it.
00:07:20Hey, janitor!
00:07:21Have you ever seen a shot that fast?
00:07:25No.
00:07:26Never in my life.
00:07:29A mop jumpy like you
00:07:30probably never even touched a soccer ball.
00:07:33Phoenix Club's a star's playground,
00:07:35not a homeless shelter.
00:07:36You don't belong here, man.
00:07:41The trashiest always bark the loudest.
00:07:46On second thought,
00:07:48I'm not sure that 140 kilometers per hour
00:07:51is that impressive.
00:07:53Perhaps I should give it a try.
00:08:03I'm not sure that 140 kilometers per hour
00:08:07is that impressive.
00:08:08Perhaps I should give it a try.
00:08:26Ross,
00:08:27I haven't even thanked you
00:08:28for saving Caroline yet.
00:08:30I made this for you.
00:08:33Please try it.
00:08:34See if you like it.
00:08:37Thank you, Mrs. Michelle.
00:08:38You're too kind.
00:08:42Harrison from Iron Ghoul Club
00:08:44started trash-talking.
00:08:46He claims they'll snatch all our spots
00:08:48before the World Cup trials.
00:08:49You amateurs better hustle
00:08:51or I'll toss you all in the Hudson
00:08:52to feed the fish.
00:08:54Yes, coach!
00:09:00No way!
00:09:01Even Harlan, the world's best,
00:09:03can only make this thing shiver
00:09:04with a full blast.
00:09:05Who shattered it?
00:09:05A hit of such force
00:09:07can't be human.
00:09:08That shot is probably
00:09:09over 300 kilometers per hour.
00:09:11If this soccer god joins us,
00:09:12Iron Eagle Club
00:09:13doesn't stand a chance.
00:09:15Nobody new has been on club grounds
00:09:17except Ross.
00:09:19Could it be
00:09:20that he did it?
00:09:22Find him!
00:09:22Even if you have to turn
00:09:24New York upside down!
00:09:25Bring that mystery football star
00:09:27to Phoenix Vanguard
00:09:28no matter what!
00:09:31I'd know those eyes anywhere.
00:09:33My little Ross.
00:09:34My little boy.
00:09:36Ma'am,
00:09:37why are you crying?
00:09:43The truth is,
00:09:46I am your...
00:09:55Oi!
00:09:56Ha ha ha ha!
00:09:58Phoenix Club!
00:09:59Bastards!
00:10:00You dare mess with my men
00:10:02at the docks?
00:10:02Today, I'm gonna make you
00:10:04pay in blood!
00:10:11Mrs. Michelle.
00:10:13You were about
00:10:13to tell me some truth.
00:10:15The Iron Eagle Club
00:10:15is toxic on and off the field.
00:10:17They don't aim foim
00:10:18for the ball.
00:10:19They aim for the player.
00:10:21My Ross has a disability.
00:10:22If he got dragged
00:10:23into this mess,
00:10:24he wouldn't stand a chance.
00:10:26Ross!
00:10:26Listen up!
00:10:27These guys are
00:10:28recklessly dangerous!
00:10:30You don't stand a chance
00:10:31and this isn't your fight!
00:10:32Get out of here!
00:10:34Quickly!
00:10:37Gerd surely seems
00:10:39like an annoying,
00:10:39power-hungry jerk,
00:10:40but Mrs. Michelle
00:10:42treated me like family.
00:10:43I won't let those
00:10:44hooligans touch
00:10:45a hair on her head.
00:10:56Dammit, Ross!
00:10:57Why are you still here?
00:10:59This is no place
00:11:00for someone like you!
00:11:02The janitor again!
00:11:03What can you do
00:11:04besides cleaning toilets?
00:11:06The only thing
00:11:06you can do with footballs
00:11:08is clean them.
00:11:09Get lost!
00:11:22Leave!
00:11:23Nobody here
00:11:24walks out today!
00:11:25I'm gonna destroy
00:11:26every last one of you!
00:11:29Harrison,
00:11:30how dare you
00:11:31and your men
00:11:31set foot on my turf!
00:11:33Heard you got
00:11:34two national team slots?
00:11:36Hand them over
00:11:37or I'll make sure
00:11:38every one of you
00:11:39is done for the season!
00:11:44This is daylight robbery, Harrison!
00:11:47Does the term
00:11:47sportsmanship
00:11:48have no meaning to you?
00:11:49Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
00:11:52Sportmanship?
00:11:53Ha!
00:11:54In New York,
00:11:55results are all that matter!
00:12:02King of the pitch!
00:12:04One-on-one showdown!
00:12:05All spots on the line!
00:12:07You win,
00:12:08I pack up and leave!
00:12:09You lose,
00:12:11Phoenix Club
00:12:11gets wiped off
00:12:12the American soccer map!
00:12:23Hey, losers!
00:12:24Is there anyone here
00:12:25who dares to face
00:12:26my iron leg kick?
00:12:29Lissandra's a dirty player.
00:12:31If we oppose him,
00:12:32he'll probably break our legs.
00:12:33Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
00:12:36A bunch of spineless benchwarmers!
00:12:38If you can't take the heat,
00:12:40get off the pitch!
00:12:42Ha ha ha ha ha!
00:12:46Fuck you!
00:12:48Even if it breaks my leg,
00:12:49I'll defend this club's honor!
00:12:52Ha ha ha ha!
00:12:56Ha ha ha ha!
00:12:58Ha ha ha ha!
00:13:07Ha ha ha!
00:13:10Your center of gravity's all over the place, your rhythm's shot, every kick's throwing the game away.
00:13:16Hey, janitor, you think watching two World Cup games makes you a football expert?
00:13:21Who the hell do you think you are? Barking orders here?
00:13:24Shut it, trash man! No damn janitor can come in here judging football!
00:13:28Ross makes a point. Luca's rhythm is off. But how did he pick up on that so easily?
00:13:35Time to say goodbye to your season, sweetheart.
00:13:55Luka! That bastard's got an old injury on his right ankle!
00:13:58Forget the ball! Go straight for his Achilles! He won't hold up!
00:14:03Got it!
00:14:04Not bad. Pinpointing your opponent's weak spot. That's pro-level shit.
00:14:09These idiots. This is Lison's trap. He's baiting Luca into a foul.
00:14:14What the heck? My left knee is going soft all of a sudden.
00:14:17Lately, every three steps mopping the floor. If I don't break to catch my breath, this leg just quits on
00:14:23me.
00:14:23Shut it, boy. You're useless here.
00:14:25You haven't set foot onto the field, and you're already malfunctioning.
00:14:30Gasping every three steps? Your striking leg doesn't even hold up against the wind?
00:14:39Every few moves, Lee Sands needs to catch his breath. That's his weakness.
00:14:47Even my father, the legendary coach, never noticed a flaw like that.
00:14:52But Ross did.
00:14:53Is he really just a janitor?
00:15:03Luca! Lower your stance! Take him out on the right! That's his weak side!
00:15:08Got it!
00:15:20Idiot! You took the bait. You're so easily fooled.
00:15:26My right leg can wreck every player in America.
00:15:34No way.
00:15:36I never get it wrong!
00:15:38The Phoenix Club's top vet? Come on up. I'll send you six feet under.
00:15:41You son of a bitch!
00:15:55You heard this sorry-ass Phoenix Club you brag about?
00:15:58Looks more like a damn landfill, full of garbage players and janitors.
00:16:03Scum like this?
00:16:04In our Iron Eagles, they're only good for wiping mud off my shoes.
00:16:07Huh.
00:16:10What the heck?
00:16:11My left knee is going soft all of a sudden.
00:16:14Lately, every three steps mopping the floor.
00:16:17If I don't break to catch my breath, this leg just quits on me.
00:16:21John! Hold on tight! Wait for his third move!
00:16:23That's where his breath breaks! Slam! His left support leg!
00:16:27Meteor talent.
00:16:29But at least they can't fool me.
00:16:37Get the hell off my field!
00:17:03Hell yeah!
00:17:05Take them out of the game!
00:17:07End their career!
00:17:09That's my player.
00:17:10Come on, you're hiding!
00:17:10He actually called it?
00:17:12How does a janitor see through a pro's flaws?
00:17:15Harrison, game's over.
00:17:17Take your coffin and leave the way you came.
00:17:19Get off Phoenix turf.
00:17:21Over?
00:17:21Gerd?
00:17:22We haven't even reached overtime.
00:17:24The best is yet to come.
00:17:30It took two of your players to take out my son.
00:17:33You think you can win with dirty sliding stacks?
00:17:35Let me show you what real football looks like.
00:17:38Harrison!
00:17:39Harrison, what can a seasoned vet get from bullying rookies?
00:17:42Pathetic!
00:17:43Aren't you afraid of becoming football's laughing stock?
00:17:45Laugh?
00:17:46Only losers get laughed at!
00:17:59So this is what top-level professional football looks like?
00:18:02John can't even stop a basic shot!
00:18:05Now, I'm the king of this turf.
00:18:08Those slots in the national team are as good as mine.
00:18:18The Phoenix Club's pride won't die on my watch!
00:18:22Old man, are you itching for me to hand you your retirement notice?
00:18:26Gerd won't last five rounds.
00:18:28Idiot janitor!
00:18:30Be very careful what you say about my coach!
00:18:33This is a one-on-one between pros.
00:18:35And you, trash picker, have no right to speak.
00:18:38Enough!
00:18:39All of you, be quiet!
00:19:03Gerd, you're soft as hell!
00:19:04Take your amateur squad and get out of New York!
00:19:07The World Cup isn't for you!
00:19:09Don't you dare!
00:19:11Disgrace the Phoenix Club's honor!
00:19:22Caroline!
00:19:23Your father couldn't even take the shot!
00:19:26Get out of there!
00:19:27Mom, I'm a Ronaldo daughter and a Phoenix Club warrior.
00:19:31I'm not running from this fight!
00:19:44Kid, against a true master, you're as lowly as a water boy.
00:19:50Dad, this girl is the jewel of Phoenix.
00:19:53When you're done breaking her, don't forget to send her to my room.
00:19:56I'll teach her what offside violation really means.
00:20:08You're a disgrace to the sport!
00:20:14Even if you break me, I won't give up!
00:20:18Then take your stubborn ass straight to hell!
00:20:36Caroline, let go of my daughter!
00:20:43Ross, Mom's been praying to God all these years, begging for your safety.
00:20:48Ma'am, what did you say?
00:20:50This isn't your fight!
00:20:52What are you still doing here?
00:20:54Run!
00:21:03I won't let anyone lay a finger on my kid!
00:21:07Welcome to the spider's web, benchwarmer!
00:21:10Motherly love is useless on the pitch!
00:21:31This is what you get for crossing the Iron Eagles in New York!
00:21:36We rule alone!
00:21:48This was the only clue left with me as a baby.
00:21:56Ken, she is my mother.
00:22:05Go to hell, Mommy, dearest!
00:22:08And drop the mother act on your way out!
00:22:29Mom, leave the next match to me.
00:22:48What a sneaky piece of trash!
00:22:51Playing dirty again, janitor!
00:22:53A toilet cleaner from the docks.
00:22:55Has the nerve to step into a 1v1?
00:22:57I'll teach you a lesson on what pro-league means.
00:23:01A janitor's job is cleaning up trash.
00:23:03I'll start on this field.
00:23:07Gerd, your family is out for the count.
00:23:10Is the janitor all you have left?
00:23:12Ross, get out!
00:23:14Mom waited 20 years.
00:23:15I can't bear to see you get ripped apart by these loontics!
00:23:19Michelle, you are not claiming this loser as your son!
00:23:23Get the hell out of there!
00:23:25Getting kicked out of New York is bad enough.
00:23:27We don't need a janitor embarrassing us on the field as well!
00:23:32Oh, I'm not playing for you.
00:23:34Today, I fight only for my mother and sister!
00:23:39I heard you got a crippled son.
00:23:41I see it's true.
00:23:43You should have stomped on him like a flat football ages ago.
00:23:56Phoenix Club's doomed and this cripple is about to seal your fate.
00:23:59I'm going to smash his head in!
00:24:01You, you bastards.
00:24:04Kid, I'll deal with it!
00:24:06You have to get out of here now!
00:24:09Ross, leave us be.
00:24:11Harrison's iron legs will decapitate you.
00:24:14Go!
00:24:15Mother, sister, I finally made it back and I'm not getting benched now.
00:24:21From now on, I've got you.
00:24:28Come on then, show me what you can do.
00:24:30You think that pathetic trick makes you look like Messi?
00:24:33First we'll break his leg, then I'm going to take his sister right in front of him.
00:24:38You're begging for a bullet.
00:24:40Rot in hell.
00:24:41I'm sure they have floors to clean for you there, too.
00:25:01Trash belongs in the damn dumpster.
00:25:11Hey, kid.
00:25:12Let me show you what a real player can do.
00:25:34You're digging your own grave, pal.
00:25:48My ribs.
00:25:52No!
00:25:53No way!
00:25:53That's the crippled loser!
00:25:55It can't be!
00:25:56He just wrecked the New York Kingpin!
00:25:58With that kind of firepower, even the top dog Harlan would think twice before taking him on.
00:26:03Was the doctor wrong about his legs?
00:26:05That night at the docks, the shadow that saved me.
00:26:08It was him!
00:26:13So this is the kind of muscle you bring as a pro player?
00:26:19You don't come any closer!
00:26:21You hurt my family.
00:26:22You insulted them.
00:26:23I won't go easy on you.
00:26:26Ross, you're a maniac!
00:26:27Stop!
00:26:28Do you have any idea who my uncle is?
00:26:30Rick Vanderbilt, the godfather of the North American soccer's underworld!
00:26:34He's on his way!
00:26:35Rick?
00:26:36Sounds like a dead man's name.
00:26:38Let him come.
00:26:39He can't save you.
00:26:50Anyone who lays a hand on the Vanderbarts is dead meat.
00:27:05Brother, it's you!
00:27:08That bastard!
00:27:09He shattered my bones!
00:27:16Uncle, kill him!
00:27:18Wipe the fake Phoenix club off the New York soccer scene!
00:27:23Ross, get out!
00:27:25Rick's a big-time gangster.
00:27:27He doesn't know playing.
00:27:28He only knows vengeance and bloodshed.
00:27:30He's the mob's executioner.
00:27:33He'll kill, shoot you dead!
00:27:36Kid, run!
00:27:39Soccer skills mean nothing against the barrel of the mafia.
00:27:43Ha ha!
00:27:44Janitor!
00:27:45Hear that?
00:27:47Your little soccer moves are useless!
00:27:51What's a bit of fancy footwork against a mob boss?
00:27:56Mother, sister, don't worry.
00:27:59Gangsters don't scare me.
00:28:02I'm not going anywhere.
00:28:09Kid, the wrath that's heading your way will make your socceros look like a fairytale.
00:28:12I'm going to snap off your toes one by one and bury them in the foundations of my new turf.
00:28:21This field's for playing ball.
00:28:23Just try and taint it with death and you'll have me to deal with.
00:28:30Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
00:28:31Ha ha ha ha ha!
00:28:36Ain't bled for a long time.
00:28:38Damn, I missed that rush.
00:28:40Since you got my blood boiling, I'll let you pick a weapon.
00:28:44Fair one-on-one fight.
00:28:45Maybe you can kick, but this weapon fight is a whole different beast!
00:28:50Hit!
00:28:51My uncle wiped out the entire underground mob in this country!
00:28:56Your fancy footwork's trashed against real weapons!
00:28:59No matter how good you are, players fear the mob!
00:29:02This ain't even the same league!
00:29:19Soccer?
00:29:19You planning to juggle the ball then drop to your knees begging?
00:29:23Cleaning up your trash?
00:29:25That's more than enough.
00:29:33And trying to shake a tree!
00:29:36You think your crappy ball can stand up to my rocket launcher?
00:29:52No way! How the hell can this damn ball block my blast?
00:29:57Soccer's all about using force against force.
00:30:12This kind of footwork...
00:30:13Where the hell did you spawn, monster?
00:30:19That curveball just shattered the heavy artillery?
00:30:22Could it be I've been dead wrong about the sun I threw away?
00:30:24Boss!
00:30:25So what if you're a damn wizard with the ball?
00:30:27This is freaking New York!
00:30:28You kill us?
00:30:29You better believe the whole damn American mob's coming for your family's neck!
00:30:33You toilet cleaner piece of trash!
00:30:35Don't think kicking a ball makes you some kind of king?
00:30:37You forget how you got kicked out of your own damn home?
00:30:39Leah Xander's right.
00:30:40If you weren't born a spatic freak with twisted legs,
00:30:43why would your old man toss you into the Atlantic like fish food?
00:30:45You think your mom Mitchell's reaching out for some warm family reunion?
00:30:48Nah, she's trying to atone for dutching you back then!
00:30:50In her eyes you're still the shameful loser who made the Ronaldos hang their heads in disgrace!
00:30:58Shut the hell up!
00:31:00You two do nothing but stir the pot!
00:31:02Abandoned.
00:31:04Defective.
00:31:06No!
00:31:07Kid, don't listen to their crap!
00:31:09I've spent every day for 20 years missing you!
00:31:14Did my mother really let that man abandon me because I was a beautiful?
00:31:20Don't listen to their lies, kid!
00:31:22Harrison, shut your mouth!
00:31:23Our family's business ain't for you thugs to mess with!
00:31:26It's mom who screwed up letting you go for 20 years!
00:31:29But Ross, you gotta believe my love for you never died!
00:31:32I fucked up.
00:31:35Tossing you aside as defective was my call, not your mother's.
00:31:39Ross, if you hate, hate me alone!
00:31:47Ross, don't waste time on their bullshit.
00:31:49Your god's foot is legendary, wasting it as a janitor's crime.
00:31:53Right.
00:31:54Since your folks kicked you out like trash, why should you play their game?
00:31:58I, Brick, give a damn about your background.
00:32:01Join my Iron Eagles club and I'll give you free reign to attack.
00:32:04You'll outrank my own brother Harrison.
00:32:06Top three mansion, seven silver salary, world cup king, all yours!
00:32:10Together, we build a soccer empire.
00:32:12How's that for a hell of a deal?
00:32:14So what's it gonna be?
00:32:15Being a tossed out piece of trash?
00:32:18Or owning the damn New York soccer scene?
00:32:22Which sounds more badass?
00:32:25Neither.
00:32:28What did you say?
00:32:32You and your shady black market bullshit.
00:32:35You don't deserve to drag me onto your roster.
00:32:48Back in New York, seeing my mom and sister made me realize what playing ball really means.
00:32:52I'm gonna protect my family with every kick.
00:33:02Son!
00:33:05You ungrateful janitor!
00:33:07You dare turn down my fat ass offer?!
00:33:11You really think your little soccer skills can keep you alive in New York?!
00:33:16Ross, if you're hell pent on dying.
00:33:18I'll make damn sure the name Ricardo gets wiped off New York tonight.
00:33:24You already lost the 1v1 tryout.
00:33:27Rules say you get the hell out of Phoenix Base.
00:33:29Now!
00:33:31Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
00:33:35I haven't lost!
00:33:37That was just a warm-up!
00:33:38I still got my secret weapon!
00:33:42Your God's foot might be fast, but can it outrun the world's top dog, Harranen?!
00:33:52Haralind?
00:33:54The guy who steamrolled the World Cup, scoring over a hundred goals solo?
00:33:59The World King?
00:34:03Rumor has it he played blackball on Devil's Island, took on an entire team alone?
00:34:07The king of Sasar's been bought by the Iron Eagles?
00:34:09This isn't even the same league.
00:34:12Ross, grab your mom and sister and run.
00:34:15That's an opponent you can't beat.
00:34:16No way.
00:34:22Harlan, that name drags up some memories.
00:34:50When you kick, don't just see the ball.
00:34:53Feel it deep inside your gut.
00:35:00So, it's him, huh?
00:35:05You dare to control the ball, even your final moments!
00:35:08When Harmon arrives, he will crush your toes one by one in the mud.
00:35:13You filthy janitor.
00:35:15Wait till the king of the game shows up.
00:35:18Watch him shut you down for good!
00:35:22Just some damn ball king piece of cake.
00:35:25You're straight up nuts!
00:35:27Harlan's the nightmare that steamrolls the World Cup!
00:35:30And you, a janitor?
00:35:33Who the hell do you think you're messing with?
00:35:38You forgot?
00:35:40It was me, the damn janitor, who just wrecked your whole damn season.
00:35:44You!
00:35:45Screw it!
00:35:46You're about to be a corpse!
00:35:48I don't waste breath on the dying!
00:35:58Ross!
00:35:58When the great Harlan defeats you, I'll make a specimen out of your bones!
00:36:02After I'll fuck your sister, then sell her on the black market!
00:36:07Honored Mr. Harden, do me a solid and off this damn Phoenix Club rat.
00:36:10I'll throw in extra cash!
00:36:12Sir!
00:36:13The king of football!
00:36:14It's this filthy janitor!
00:36:16He disrespected Iron Eagle and called you trash!
00:36:18Shit!
00:36:20The world's top ball king shows up in Persegloss.
00:36:24It's when your reign amended.
00:36:27Sir king of football!
00:36:29Look at this trash!
00:36:30He's scared stiff of you!
00:36:31Shut up, you priest of trash!
00:36:41Master, I've come to pay my respects.
00:36:43I accept whatever punishment you decide.
00:36:57Harlan, a billion-dollar world-class player, is Ross's disciple?
00:37:03The son I abandoned as a cripple?
00:37:05Is the world's number one master?
00:37:08No way.
00:37:09Mr. Harden, you're the top scorer worldwide.
00:37:12Every big shot bows to you.
00:37:14How are you grueling to some janitor?
00:37:16King of the pitch, you got the wrong guy!
00:37:18Ross is just a damn toilet cleaner!
00:37:21How could he be your master?
00:37:26I'm out!
00:37:29Harlan, been a while.
00:37:30Your shot's gotten sharper, huh?
00:37:32Master, you give me too much credit.
00:37:35Without your guidance, playing with feeling, not just sight,
00:37:39I'd still be a power-based player.
00:37:44You're too modest.
00:37:45Even without me, you're a king on the field.
00:37:49As long as you're on the pitch,
00:37:51I don't dare call myself the king!
00:37:54Harlan!
00:37:55I paid a fortune to bring you here!
00:37:57You promised to crush Phoenix Club!
00:37:59You gonna back out?
00:38:02That cash?
00:38:04Not even pocket change to me.
00:38:06You're not worth me getting involved.
00:38:08Listen up!
00:38:09Anyone who lays a finger on my master,
00:38:11I'll erase their whole damn family from this planet.
00:38:14Open fire!
00:38:16Send them all straight to hell!
00:38:20This shot, I'm sending you straight to God!
00:38:29Hold up, the final whistle ain't blown yet.
00:38:41Ross!
00:38:42Oh mighty ball god, please make Heron stop!
00:38:44I'll give you everything from Phoenix Club back to your old man!
00:38:47Killing you outright?
00:38:49Too easy.
00:38:50I'm gonna cripple you cancerous leathers so bad.
00:38:54You'll never stand again.
00:38:56Got it.
00:38:57The master's throwing you a disabled retirement party.
00:39:04Ross!
00:39:05You damn spazmic bastard!
00:39:09If you got balls, kick me dead right now!
00:39:13You remember what you said to my sister back in the box?
00:39:16I said I'm gonna fuck your sister in the locker room!
00:39:19Lifetime ban, ball snip penalty.
00:39:29Mercy, we quit!
00:39:32Please stop kicking!
00:39:37Hareland, toss these three trash bags into Devil's Island Prison.
00:39:41Let them rot there for life.
00:39:47Ross!
00:39:49I want you in dead!
00:39:53Son, it's useless.
00:39:55His God's foot is blessed.
00:39:57We'll never beat him in this lifetime.
00:40:01Just caught that.
00:40:03You said God's foot?
00:40:07Yeah, yeah, some kid named Ross.
00:40:10His leg game's straight up terrifying.
00:40:13The God's foot?
00:40:15Oh, hell no.
00:40:16Diego's God hand and you've been hiding for 20 years?
00:40:22Now you send out some punk with the God's foot to get himself killed?
00:40:32Ma, I've been looking for you for 20 years.
00:40:35Kid, I ain't letting you be a cleaner anymore.
00:40:38I'm sticking by you no matter what.
00:40:41I knew Ronaldo's bloodline never missed.
00:40:44Ross, with your God's foot,
00:40:46the Phoenix Club's World Cup sweep is just around the corner.
00:40:49You're the ace bringing our family back to the throne.
00:40:5320 years ago, when you kicked me into the sea like a flat tire,
00:40:56did you ever think I was your ace?
00:41:00That's because...
00:41:01You want to ride my name to buy your World Cup ticket?
00:41:04You don't deserve it.
00:41:06I, Ross, will never make your starting lineup.
00:41:10Senior Brother!
00:41:14Senior Brother, finally found you.
00:41:26Master, that fancy nut time combo move?
00:41:28Sick.
00:41:29Mind teaching your disciple?
00:41:30Feels like my Euro style's too stiff.
00:41:33Sure.
00:41:33First run 500 laps around the field,
00:41:35get your breath steady.
00:41:37I actually laughed at him for cleaning toilets.
00:41:39I'm the dumbest damn fool in football.
00:41:41His skills are already in God mode.
00:41:47Master, please take me as your disciple.
00:41:50Teach me football.
00:41:53Master, teach us!
00:41:59Master, teach us!
00:42:02Master, they just play safe passes.
00:42:05They don't even know where the goal is.
00:42:07They don't deserve your coaching.
00:42:09Get lost!
00:42:10You'll never understand my master's game.
00:42:13Bunch of hacks who can do nothing but pass sideways!
00:42:17Master Diego said, showing strength sparks chaos.
00:42:21Looks like peace is out of the question now.
00:42:24Football isn't about brute strength.
00:42:26Remember this.
00:42:27The essence of dribbling is not chasing the ball,
00:42:31but controlling the space around it with your mind.
00:42:35Without the ball in mind, you'll never break into the box no matter how long you grind.
00:42:43Master, what's mind?
00:42:46The mind is emptiness.
00:42:48Emptiness is the mind.
00:42:50Nothing is the mind.
00:42:52Master's football falafi is straight up next level!
00:42:56Master, it's the mind.
00:42:58The curve of his back.
00:42:59It's smoother than the World Cup trophy.
00:43:03Auntie, that breath holds stance.
00:43:06Are you secretly training some top tier box defense technique?
00:43:10Asshole!
00:43:11You're a striker!
00:43:12How do you walk without making a sound?
00:43:15Who's out there?
00:43:19Selena, what are you sneaking around for at this hour?
00:43:23I, I, uh, Master Diego told me to bring you your new shin guards.
00:43:28Where are they?
00:43:31Damn, dropped them in my room. I'm grabbing them now.
00:43:37What now?
00:43:39I want to ask, what is emptiness?
00:43:44Form is emptiness!
00:43:52Ross, I'm gonna shatter every bone in his body! Drag his whole family to hell!
00:44:00With those busted ass legs of yours, forget ever beating Ross on the field.
00:44:06He's my old captain. Diego's golden boy. Trained to be a king.
00:44:14Who is Diego?
00:44:17Diego's my lifelong shadow.
00:44:20The bastard stole my crown back then!
00:44:23Wanna get revenge in the danger zone?
00:44:25I'll do whatever it takes to drag him down to hell!
00:44:34This is the forbidden dark art, Satan's technique.
00:44:37Since your legs are gone, use your skull to shatter this false world.
00:44:43To master this forbidden art, destroy your leg murderians, and concentrate all strength into your head?
00:44:49Ha, Ross! I'm coming to end your career!
00:44:52Diego, since you pinned the future of the game on Ross, I'll nail your only heir to the pillar of
00:44:58shame with my own hands.
00:45:03Ross, your old man, locked himself in the prayer room, begging God to forgive him for tossing you aside like
00:45:10some defective product.
00:45:12A coach who only cares about transfer fees and wins? You really think he's got a soul left to repent?
00:45:18Boss, it's chaos out there. Every screen in New York is broadcasting live. Diego, the god of the game, is
00:45:24back.
00:45:24He disappeared 20 years ago, and now he's announced a global tryout for the next king of football.
00:45:29No way. Master's been ghosting on that deserted island for two decades.
00:45:34He ain't gonna throw some flashy tryout in the middle of New York's circus.
00:45:37My old man doesn't even own a TV over there. How would he come to New York to pull some
00:45:40fake-ass soccer show?
00:45:41Tech clubs worldwide are losing their minds, all rushing to the New York Met Stadium to witness what they're calling
00:45:45the Hand of God miracle.
00:45:46This ain't no tryout. They're baiting me, setting a trap, knowing I'd show up.
00:45:54Boss, the city's already lit up. That so-called god of the game set up a 1v1 king of the
00:45:58field showdown at the Met, yelling for every pro player in America to join.
00:46:02Diego's an old relic without a smartphone. There's no way he's in New York running some commercial scam. Someone's pulling
00:46:08a fast one.
00:46:09Someone's using my master's name to drag me, the ace out.
00:46:13Bro, wanna crash that fakes party with a little accidental collision?
00:46:17Harland, you go undercover first. Scope out their playbook.
00:46:22Got it, master. I'll lock down their defense like a hawk.
00:46:26Let's roll. Time to meet this so-called god of the game.
00:46:33Bro, the thunder in New York's louder than on the island. I'm scared. Mind if I crash in your room
00:46:40tonight?
00:46:41When you were chasing sharks around the island, I never saw you scared. Why now?
00:46:44That's a whole different game. Back on the island, didn't you crash in with me all the time?
00:46:50Bro, you've changed. You trying to bench me or what?
00:46:53Look, with this nightmare weather in New York, get inside.
00:47:00Ross, I'm a damn golden boot babe, and you're crashing on the floor like some scrub on defense?
00:47:06What, your balls are out for the season or something?
00:47:07Shut it. Enough ball talk. It's off-season.
00:47:15Bro, wish I could crash in with you all the time.
00:47:21Selena? You trying to fake a dive for a penalty or what?
00:47:26I said I was running a tight man macking drill in my dreams. You buying that?
00:47:35Bro, I...
00:47:38Faster! I got him! That fake Diego imposter is right at...
00:47:43Harland! Don't you know you gotta blow the whistle before you storm the field?
00:47:47Uh, did I just misread the play and block your killer shot?
00:47:50Carry on. I saw nothing.
00:47:53Get your ass back here.
00:47:56Master, I went all night digging.
00:47:59That imposter claiming to be the soccer god is parading around Metropolis Stadium,
00:48:02recruiting so-called talent, but his dribbling's shaky, breathing's off, he's pure amateur trash.
00:48:07Typical poser striker. All flash, no bite.
00:48:10They bust their asses putting on this king of football tryout. What are they really after?
00:48:15They know I'm coming. This so-called apprentice contest is Vincent's Gileadon set up just for me.
00:48:21Brother, the enemy's already set up a brick wall waiting to trap us.
00:48:25Charging in blind will end your career right there.
00:48:30When the road narrows, the brave take the win. God's foot fears no crooked refs.
00:48:35Harland, no holding back this time. If they want to play dirty, we'll tear their goal apart together.
00:48:41Yes, Master! I'm gonna show all of New York what real dribbling looks like!
00:48:51Hold up! Only players ranked in the Global Pro League can enter the king of king of football tryouts.
00:48:56I'm not on the roster.
00:48:58No rank? Fine. Bring me a top 10 Ballon d'Or player to vouch for you,
00:49:02or go over there hit that titanium goalpost tester with over 1800 pounds of force.
00:49:05Otherwise, get back to work. My sponsor's Harland.
00:49:16Kid, what crazy crap you spouting! Harland's the king of the world! A god of the pitch!
00:49:21You're just a janitor. You don't even have right to say his name!
00:49:24Sounds like you know Haran pretty well.
00:49:28I'm ranked 60th in the North American League scores. Harland's my hero. Bet you can't even
00:49:34put any power behind a shot. You're gonna wow us with a few keepy-uppies?
00:49:40Kid, you're looking at world-class keepy-uppies.
00:49:44You stinky janitor must have watched too many Shaolin soccer flicks!
00:49:49Get back to mopping floors! Don't mess up our pitch with those filthy work boots!
00:49:54Manhattan don't need some ball jungling janitor. Scram for real players!
00:50:03Who are you telling to scram? Hold up. You say a 1-800-pound shot gets you a ticket in?
00:50:11Really?
00:50:24Really?
00:50:26Hey! Check out the janitor in yellow overalls! Staring down a pro-grade force meter!
00:50:33Kid, quit the act. With that scrawny eye-ass frame, you couldn't even trigger the sensor with a kick.
00:50:39If the rule's 1-800-pound to get in, I'm making a bet right here.
00:50:43Bet what? You're just some amateur trash. What you got to back that up?
00:50:48If I kick harder than you, you drop to your knees and lick up that drink you spit on the
00:50:52ground.
00:50:53Fuck you! I'm number 60 on the North American League scores! You ball jungling janitor ever set
00:51:00foot on a pro field? Today I'm gonna show you what a real player looks like!
00:51:12Goal!
00:51:13Rank 60. Incredible. 1,000 or 40 pounds of striking force. That's elite. On par with top 10 Ballon d
00:51:20'Or
00:51:20level players. See that? That's power! That kind of dominance? You janitor scum ain't got a shot at
00:51:27that! Not in 20 years! Don't know if your kick's strong, but your mouth sure is filthy.
00:51:33What are you doing? Taking a stroll in the penalty blocks?
00:51:49No way! No run-up! Three inches of leg swing! How do you kick with more power than Harmond?
00:51:56So am I good to go now?
00:52:012,700 pounds? Even the top three in the whole Ballon d'Or never hit numbers like that!
00:52:08You're just a janitor! How is that possible? Three inches! Just three inches of leg swing!
00:52:16That's not human power! That's some freak of nature!
00:52:21My bro's barely at 30% strength. If he went full throttle, you junk heaps would be scrap metal by
00:52:27now.
00:52:28Honored sir! Please!
00:52:41Is this the best trash America's got left? You clowns never trained a day in your lives?
00:53:02The 18th pro player! Down for the count! Leisander pulls off another Hattrick Massacre!
00:53:10This dude's lost it! How did Leander turn into this monster? He used to be just a dirty second-rate
00:53:16forward!
00:53:23Cold as death. Looks like he mastered the Satan Devil technique and lost all humanity.
00:53:29Bro, this guy's vibe is straight up undead. Like he kicked his way back from hell.
00:53:37Ross? I crawled out of the Devil's Island swamp just to tear you apart on this damn field!
00:53:43King of football! God of the game! In front of my Satanic Devil power!
00:53:48They all get crushed! I'll pay back every wound you gave me a hundred times over!
00:54:00That all depends if you, redhead, can handle what I'm about to throw at you.
00:54:12Ha ha! This is the so-called American Ballon d'Or level? Who else is dumb enough to step into
00:54:21my damn penalty box?
00:54:23This lunatic's already wrecked 18 top strikers! This ain't soccer! It's a damn massacre!
00:54:31That header just now smashed the goalie's sternum in. This guy's a demon!
00:54:43Lee Sand, didn't expect you'd turn into a monster just to get revenge.
00:54:48If it means winning, I don't give a damn about being a monster! Victory's the only law in this world!
00:55:00When you become the king of the pitch, everyone else kneels and bows down to you!
00:55:07Bro, he's completely lost it! This guy's mind is totally twisted by the Devil!
00:55:12To master headers, all his blood rushes to his head. This Satan's fiend technique is draining his life away.
00:55:18Harmon's got killer instincts, but going toe-to-toe with a lunaturk who sold his soul to Satan is a
00:55:23losing game.
00:55:23You bloated ugly freak! You deserve to have your deke kick kicked to bits by my master!
00:55:29I'm gonna smash your deke with my head, then break Ross's too!
00:55:34Your head probably ain't as tough as my dick.
00:55:48Bring it!
00:55:54Too slow, at this speed. Even the towel guy on the bench couldn't catch it.
00:56:13The world's top dog, Harland, just got wrecked by a damn header!
00:56:18Bro, that guy's Satan Devil Strike comes from angles no normal player can read. Harland couldn't predict it.
00:56:26Satan Devil Strike. It reverses your blood flow. Every move burns your life away.
00:56:35Harland, the so-called king of football. You're nothing but dirt under my boots.
00:56:45Kicking this dirty-ass ball? You ain't fit to call yourself a footballer!
00:56:51Only losers don't deserve to be athletes! Winner takes all!
00:56:55Ever heard of that king of football?
00:56:58Only Satan's power rules the field. Dumbasses like you can't even grasp the might of the demon god.
00:57:07God! Ross! Storm the box and claim your deathbed!
00:57:21You're dead!
00:57:24Using demon god power to play and still call yourself an athlete?
00:57:31See that? That's how the world's top king falls!
00:57:36Ross, I'm gonna double the pain. And shame you put on me in this king's showdown.
00:57:44That little phoenix wildcat ain't bad either. Bet she smells damn good in the locker room.
00:57:51Damn psycho!
00:57:58After I kill you, I'll take my time with that wild girl.
00:58:05Harland! He's forcing that Satan Devil Strike! His breathing's all wrong! Feel the air shift, man!
00:58:11The ball isn't controlled with muscle. Remember this. The best dribblers don't watch the ball.
00:58:23The mind is emptiness. Emptiness is the mind.
00:58:34Spiral smash shot!
00:58:45No way! How did you hit me?
00:58:50Spiral smash shot!
00:59:01Forbibbin' dark art! Demon's head might!
00:59:05The power of blood!
00:59:09Above all else!
00:59:11Die, Harland!
00:59:21The world's top ball king? Just another loser under my boot.
00:59:27Now, your life fuels my sacred skill.
00:59:37No freaking way! My header smash! How the hell did you block it with your foot?
00:59:44Power bought with blood? Like a crooked ref on the field? Its impact's always limited.
00:59:50The power of blood!
00:59:53Ahhhh! My head!
00:59:57Satan, you ready to face God's wrath?
01:00:15That's my man! Throw this cancer a red card! Send him straight to hell!
01:00:22Master, so this is the raw power of the God's foot.
01:00:26Who the hell is this janitor? He just blocked the Satan headbutt that even Harland couldn't stop.
01:00:31Hmph! Ha! Just dumb luck!
01:00:35Even a legend like Richard's on the way out!
01:00:38What does some toilet cleaner know about tactics?
01:00:43Ross! You crippled my legs! Crushed my balls!
01:00:48Today, you pay in blood! No mercy!
01:00:51You should thank me for turning you into a cripple.
01:00:54That's the only reason you got to learn that dark art.
01:00:57I'm gonna bury you under this turf!
01:01:04Amateur moves like that don't faze me.
01:01:08You're only hitting my ghost. Players blinded by hate can't see the real draw point.
01:01:14Shut up! Go to hell!
01:01:45Ross! I'm gonna kill you!
01:01:49I swear I'm gonna kill you!
01:01:55You're about to get a lifetime ban.
01:01:58One, one kick. Just one kick took down that bloodthirsty freak.
01:02:01That's the Satan Devil's move. Even the world champ couldn't stop.
01:02:04We were just mocking a true king of the pitch. This fight's over.
01:02:07Ross takes the crown! The world champ is Ross!
01:02:12Oh, great ball god. Now that the dust settled, what about taking me as your apprentice?
01:02:16Ahem. Since no one else steps up, the title goes to this...
01:02:22Ross. I'm somewhat pleased.
01:02:25Then I officially declare...
01:02:27Hold up.
01:02:29You're the world-renowned Diego, the so-called Hand of God.
01:02:35If I'm gonna be your disciple, I want to see just how untouchable that Hand of God really is.
01:02:40Is he nuts? Even if he beat Lisand, who dares challenge the Hand of God one-on-one?
01:02:48Ahem. The ball god's power ain't for show.
01:02:52Kid, you're green. Don't rush greatness.
01:02:56Diego's legend runs deep. If he doesn't show some moves today,
01:02:59how are my brothers joining him willingly?
01:03:01Fine then. I'll school you a bit. Watch close. This is the Hand of God's ultimate secret.
01:03:05Seamless dribbling.
01:03:05Breath deep. Grip the world. Absorb. Deflect. Unleash. Lightning. Five strikes. Ha!
01:03:11Yeah!
01:03:13Old man, you sure that Hand ever got kissed by God?
01:03:16How about catching a taste of the foot of God instead?
01:03:22Don't kick! Mercy!
01:03:25I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm not the ball god. I'm just a damn Hollywood actor they hired.
01:03:31Bro, let's go back. No point wasting time on these clowns.
01:03:35Go tell whoever hired you. I'm waiting for them Ross style.
01:03:46That smell. Reeks like some illegal weed.
01:04:07You actually poisoned me?
01:04:13As long as I hold your so-called ace, I ain't scared of Ross walking off without a red card.
01:04:25Mr. Ross, your ball skills are straight up legendary. The whole team wants to learn from you.
01:04:33Master, just remember Diego once mentioned a zero angle curve that can shut down Lee San's dirty headers.
01:04:39Mr. Ross, I heard you're the new king of football. The organizers asked me to bring you this special drink
01:04:46for the champion.
01:04:47Tell your boss thanks for me.
01:04:48Boss picked this tune for you. Ambush from ten sides.
01:04:51Looks like your boss digs Chinese music.
01:05:04How's that special drink taste?
01:05:07Time's ticking. The poison's about to bench you for the season.
01:05:14You drank my poison no matter how tough. You're done for now.
01:05:20Who sent you?
01:05:33Ross, as Diego's heir, seeing your senior uncle happy now?
01:05:48This king of the ball showdown in New York?
01:05:52You schemed this?
01:05:54No surprise. Diego's god of the game disciple.
01:06:00Even poisoned. Your mind is still intact.
01:06:04That's right. I was the one who arranged the fake soccer god, Diego.
01:06:08I was the one who gave Leah Satan's devil technique.
01:06:10Everything that happened on that field today was my plan.
01:06:13Who the hell are you? Why are you targeting me and my master?
01:06:17Who am I? I'm Diego's teammate. The committee kicked me out for a tiny bit of juice.
01:06:21Your master stole my soccer god glory.
01:06:23I'm sworn enemy to that bastard for life.
01:06:26Spill it. Where the hell is that old man hiding?
01:06:30Even if you kill me right now, I won't say a word.
01:06:40Tough talk. You want to be the MVP of the whole game, but what about her?
01:06:47Selena!
01:06:49Senior brother, don't bother with me. Just run.
01:06:56Whoever tells me where Diego's at, I'll hand over a get out of jail free card. Deal?
01:07:03Vincent! You touch her, I swear I'll kill you!
01:07:08First, I'm gonna break her. Then you can try to kill me.
01:07:12Go to hell!
01:07:17You're poisoned already. In my eyes, you're just a sitting duck.
01:07:22Didn't your master Diego ever teach you, against a rigged ref, skills don't mean jack shit?
01:07:30Diego crushed my starting spot. Kicked me off the national team.
01:07:37Today, I'm cashing in that debt on your ass with interest.
01:07:44All that instinct and sportsmanship Diego taught you is garbage in a real fight for survival.
01:07:50This world is about forcing your way through by any means necessary.
01:07:54Please! Spare my brother! I'll tell you my dad's secret pitch location!
01:07:59Just don't kick anymore!
01:08:05Selena!
01:08:06Selena! Don't! Don't! Don't!
01:08:14Still wanna be the MVP when you're about to bite the dust?
01:08:35I'm gonna wreck your whole damn career!
01:08:48Outcast of the pitch! Who gave you the balls to bench my protege?
01:08:53My captain! You finally show up!
01:08:56My satan's fury is at its peak now.
01:08:58Your outdated coaching crap should have been tossed in the trash ages ago.
01:09:16My old captain. Still got a hell of a kick in those legs.
01:09:20That little hand of god trick of yours.
01:09:23If you'd used it fixing matches, you'd own half the damn world by now.
01:09:27Vinincit, you were kicked off the national team for doping.
01:09:31And now you've turned Sar to a monster,
01:09:33stuffing your body with chemicals to chase that so-called Satan ball.
01:09:37You don't belong on a football pitch.
01:09:39I just wanna win. What's my crime?
01:09:41Anyone willing to do anything to win has no place on a football pitch.
01:09:45Today, I'm kicking you out of this sport for good!
01:09:59Ross, watch closely. This is what playing's really about.
01:10:03Control the ball first. Command the game with your feet.
01:10:06God's foot.
01:10:08Clearing the clouds. Revealing the truth.
01:10:16Dammit.
01:10:17Cut the crap out!
01:10:19Pay up with your own damn legs.
01:10:22Or I'm sentencing every last one of them to death!
01:10:26Mom! Sister! Selina!
01:10:31Kid, get out with your master. Forget about us.
01:10:38Bro, your skills ain't rusty. But in this world full of crooked refs,
01:10:43just playing ball ain't been cut. Now I'm ordering you, cripple yourself,
01:10:49or I'll have this lady's legs chopped off first.
01:10:54Peninsula. You really stooped that low, huh?
01:10:59You pushed me into this filthy mess!
01:11:12You're willing to die just to save someone?
01:11:15Ha! I'm gonna use death itself to punish your so-called loyalty.
01:11:23Boss, my clan's got this dark ritual. You paint a totem with fresh blood,
01:11:28force your whole damn body to wake up. But the price is...
01:11:35Touch my mother, and you're dead meat!
01:11:42From this second on, as long as I'm on this field, nobody's laying a finger on my family!
01:11:49Kid, you better watch your back. Get out of here now!
01:11:54Bullshit! You think slapping a totem on it flips the script? Go fuck yourself!
01:12:08The god foot!
01:12:10Damn! No way! My damn magic's peaked! How the hell did you just blast me back?
01:12:20You actually cracked the god deer of soccer when you were backed into a corner?
01:12:24Ross! You make one move, and I'll gut this old bastard right through the throat!
01:12:31Cripple your own legs! Immediately!
01:12:35Otherwise, you better start prepping your mama's funeral!
01:12:40Lee Sander, get your knife off my mom's neck now!
01:12:45Step aside. Ross, that god's foot move you just throw? Thought you were hot shit, huh?
01:12:49Now I want you on your knees, wallowing in the dirt like a beaten muck, begging me for mercy!
01:12:55So what if you cracked the god zone? In this game, you're already chained to your damn family.
01:13:01Feelings are your biggest damn weakness. Cripple yourself and kneel down! I'm running out of patience!
01:13:07You cropple my legs, then you let them walk free? You're not even qualified to talk terms with me.
01:13:16Kid! Don't wrap yourself over me!
01:13:21Mom, don't freak out. Even if I quit football, I swear I'll get you home.
01:13:26Seeing you play again in this life? That's god's biggest damn gift. You're meant to be a legend on that
01:13:32field.
01:13:33I won't let myself be your chain.
01:13:36Mom! What are you doing?
01:13:37Kid, go be the real king of the game. Never look back.
01:13:44No! You crazy bitch!
01:13:47Mom!
01:14:02Get your mom out of here. I owe you two one apology.
01:14:08Old lunatic, you just threw yourself onto my knife! Get the hell away!
01:14:19Retreat! Move! That bastard's awakened the domain of God! His mother's gone! His only weakness is gone!
01:14:26If we stay here, he'll kick every last one of us into the grave!
01:14:35Anyone who lays a hand on my folks... dies.
01:14:52I actually lost to Diego's damn apprentice.
01:15:00Only now I get it. My greatest win wasn't the championship. It was having you, Ross. Can you call me
01:15:09Dad?
01:15:18Dad?
01:15:21Dad.
01:15:32My father's gone back to the island. Before he left, he told me to stay with you for the rest
01:15:36of the season as your full-time assistant coach.
01:15:40Fine. We go home. Together.
01:15:45there.
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