:52:06
Go for it, Emil.
:52:14
I don't want to see
any bloody pansies!
:52:18
Dig in!
:52:26
- How's he doing? Scoring any goals?
- Are you kidding? He's lousy.
:52:31
He needs glasses, for God's sake.
:52:36
- But he has a good time, right?
- We don't play for fun.
:52:41
I'm a professionally trained
coach for juniors.
:52:46
And we play serious soccer.
:52:50
- I think he's pretty good.
- What the...?
:52:59
Yo, Nicklas,
guard the fucking ball!
:53:04
It's not your mum you're guarding!
:53:11
So you think he's good?
What the hell would you know?
:53:15
For the past year you haven't gone
to a single game, or to practice.
:53:20
I haven't seen you, at any rate.
:53:23
- Does he have friends on the team?
- No, they bully him.
:53:28
Because he wears
cheap Adidas that trip him up.
:53:33
Why haven't you bought him Nikes,
like all the other parents?
:53:38
You should be able to afford it.
:53:41
Emil cries in the showers
after practice.
:53:45
- He does?
- Come on, didn't you know that?
:53:50
Emil sobs his eyes out
like a goddamn sissy after practice,
:53:55
and you're telling me
you didn't know?
:53:58
Listen, you are his dad, aren't you?