The Match (La partita)

SPORTING ROMA HAS BEEN A FOOTBALL TEAM OF THE SUBURBS OF ROME FOR MANY YEARS.

IN ITS WHOLE HISTORY, IT'S NEVER WON A FUCKING THING.

NETFLIX PRESENTS

Come on! Press him!

Press him too! Go long!

Change sides, Danie!

Antonio! Look here!

Go, Antonio! Hurry! Run along the side!

Pass it to the middle!

No! Pass it sooner!

Come on, Anto, go!

Ram him!

Well done!

Spread out!

Keep going, Antonio! Go!

Go! No! He's in the middle!

Antonio! Wake up!

You all need to pass that ball!

How many times do I have to tell you? Two to three touches at most!

-Hey. -Yes?

How long?

Ten minutes.

Where the fuck are they?

-Come on! -Wait for me!

Assholes! I'll kill you!

Ollellè, ollallà, Vincent Candela!

Tackle! From the wing! Go!

Come on, Anto, go!

Come on!

Ref. Foul!

No. Ref!

Ref! Go to hell!

Fuck off!

You didn't see that? How much do they get paid?

Pass the ball.

Go on!

Break him, Daniele! Go for the legs!

Well deserved!

What? Are you trying to kill him?

-Hey, Ref! That's a foul! -You have to throw him out!

Hey! He's hurt! Go.

Hey, you can't do that!

Suck it, you little shit!

Throw him out!

He dived! He faked it! Let me go!

Go fuck yourself! Look at this asshole!

Sorry, what did you say? I didn't catch that.

Look at this bitch!

What did you say to me? Come say that to my face!

Fuck off!

No, you fuck off!

-Mr. President. -What?

-Aren't you watching the game? -No. I'd rather not.

Hey, idiot, you're going to get beaten up!

Honey, don't worry. Just watch the game.

Chicco and Spillo Jumping like two cats on a saddle

They sprint out, full throttle Motherfuckers, you'll never catch us

Make sure not to put any bacon in it as you people do in the north.

That's a different thing. It changes the flavor.

The guanciale, instead, comes from the snout of the pig.

It's a more noble fat.

The flavor is delicate.

It's the key ingredient, okay?

No question about it. It's that or nothing.

Back in the day,

we would spread a big spoonful of pig fat on the bottom of the pan,

but nobody does it anymore.

Guanciale is more than enough, so nothing sticks.

Add a bit of red chili pepper. Not too hot.

Lower the flame

and let it pan-fry

until the guanciale browns nicely.

If you get it wrong, your lard will end up boiled,

or worse, burned.

You might ask, "When is the right moment?" I cannot be the one to tell you!

You have to feel it.

Stop the browning by throwing the tomatoes in the pan.

Drain the spaghetti, cooked al dente. What did I say?

I said spaghetti. Did I say bucatini?

No, I said spaghetti.

Bucatini is a Roman version. They have jack shit to do with it.

Amatrice is the city of spaghetti.

Don't use any oil like you do in the north!

Why the fuck would you put oil in it? Oil is acid.

It alters the flavor.

Toss them in the pan with tomatoes,

and in the meantime add the pecorino cheese.

And then serve it on a plate.

Add a little more pecorino at the end as a finishing touch...

and voilà!

This is spaghetti amatriciana.

No garlic,

no oil,

no onion.

How much is it?

No idea.

Ask him.

Here, eat this shit!

-Thank you. -Thanks.

-Goodbye, thank you. -Cheers.

TASTY SANDWICHES

What did he say?

I don't know, but he was very funny.

Go to hell. I hope you choke on it!

What? You knew?

It was pretty clear, wasn't it?

Clear to whom?

Didn't you hear them when they ordered?

I thought they were from Milan.

Oh, fuck off, Umberto! Come on, "Milan"?

Clean the grill and stop talking shit.

Oh, now I'm the one who's talking…

Coming up!

That's it! Come on, from the start!

Go!

-Tarzan! -In the middle! As it is!

That's it, well done! Go!

No! Shit!

Oh, for fuck's sake!

My god, it's like he has two left feet.

Hello?

What's the score?

We're losing, 2-0.

And Antonio?

Antonio is nervous. He's not playing well.

Poor thing. This game meant a lot to him.

-Go, Anto! -Come on, guys!

Go, Anto!

Fucking pass it. Are you blind?

-Paolo? -No, fuck!

Paolo, did you take Giulletta to the game?

Paolo, I told you to leave her at your sister's!

-Ref! You bastard! -Ref!

-Have you seen what he did? -Hey, that's a foul!

She didn't want to go to my sister's, Gianna.

She just didn't want to. She wanted to come with me.

-To the game? -Yes.

But today is Priscilla's First Communion.

Please, tell me that you let her know, Paolo.

Please be seated.

Dear parents,

the Church brings us together to celebrate this awaited and well-prepared day.

Today, for the first time, your children will meet Jesus,

real and alive

-Priscilla. -in the sacrament of the Holy Communion.

-From now on, -Priscilla.

they will start a journey

with your help and that of our congregation,

towards a new life experience

with our Lord Jesus on their side.

And your brother?

My brother is an asshole.

You're such an asshole.

You couldn't just let her know?

Now she's going to blame it on me. And she already hates me.

It's not like you do shit to make her like you.

I'm actually cooking here

because I promised Priscilla I'd make her stuffed tomatoes.

Stop pretending you don't know.

Go ahead and spoil her! Like her parents aren't spoiling her enough already!

We're going to look so bad. None of us attended.

What do you mean none of us? Where's Zoe?

I don't know. Do you?

She didn't come back last night.

She didn't come back? Have you tried calling her?

Of course. She's not picking up.

Fine, I'll try calling her.

I told you she's not picking up!

Okay, I'll try anyway. Come on.

-Bye. -Bye.

-Oh, sweetheart? -What?

I'm mad as fuck.

Bye.

Pass it to the side!

What the fuck? Just shoot it.

DAD

That bitch!

Leave it. She's just having fun.

Come on, Anto!

Guys, keep them marked!

Remember who's your man! One on one!

Don't fuck with me!

What the fuck do you want, you piece of shit?

He's yours, Anto!

-Throw it away! -Kick it far!

Come on! Go!

-Yes! -Goal!

Goal! Yes!

Come on, Captain!

-Yes! -Yes, come on!

Yes!

Yes, we fucked them! Boom!

Fuck.

-Come on! Go! -That's how it's done!

Fuck off! Wake up, guys!

What the fuck is your problem?

What the fuck do you want?

Wake up!

Hey, Paolo.

What's wrong with your son today? What is he doing?