Mexico 86 (México 86)

SOME OF THESE EVENTS DID HAPPEN…

In 1986, Mexico was facing a crisis.

Unemployment, political dissatisfaction and other issues plagued the nation.

But for a month that year,

my country was the center of the universe.

…the best play of the World Cup.

Goal!

Because that was where the greatest World Cup of all time took place.

Mexico '86 was a cultural phenomenon, an unparalleled celebration.

From then on, soccer changed worldwide.

The fan base exploded,

the spectacle grew, and the business became stronger.

And do you know who made the Cup what it has become?

Yeah, I did.

But you don't know me.

You were told the wrong story.

-…from the referee? -Don't insult me.

You and I can exchange information. Fine.

But if dirty tactics come into play, everything change s. Come on.

This is sacred to me, dude.

The field is sacred. 11 versus 11, that's all.

Start recording.

Let's see, the use of manuals. That's where the…

We'll pick this up in a second. Sir, how are you doing?

Hey, José Ramón. Nice gossip circle, huh?

Anything juicy?

No, we're doing an interview about the manuals we're introducing.

Listen, whatever intel he's giving you, don't pay him too much.

Your show has a tight budget anyway, right?

You want me to work extra? What did we agree on?

Mr. Gustavo, I knew it. The charts, right? Yeah.

I told you. If you include charts, people won't read 'em.

That's the point, sir.

If they don't read the article, where do they find the details?

In the charts.

Who do you think reads this crap? De la Torre? As if!

It's just a formality. Rewrite it. And quit arguing.

Hello. Good afternoon.

Hello, ma'am.

Is your husband home?

No.

But tell me… who are you?

I'm Hugo Sánchez.

Sorry. I didn't recognize you.

Have you put on weight?

It's just that…

Madrid food doesn't agree with me.

So…

what brings you here?

I'm here to

score a little goal.

Come in. You're running late.

-Don't you have a match? -Yeah, let's warm up first.

Honey, are you really going to shut me out? Huh?

Oh no!

I'll knock this shit down.

-That lamp belonged to my grandma. -Really?

Let's see.

-Listen… -What?

Would you go to Club Med?

Damn, did they cancel on you again?

As you can see, some people don't give a damn about losing money.

Which one is it?

The one in Playa Blanca?

Yeah.

Sounds good, huh?

When is it?

In two weeks.

No way, Susana.

Weren't you going to fix the leak?

Yeah. Exactly. I handled it.

A bucket, seriously?

You didn't see that coming.

So, what do you say?

Should I confirm or not?

I do like the idea, you know?

The beach.

-The sunshine. -Oh, with you.

Open bar.

-My conga beats. -Yuck, your congas.

My coconut oil, which you love to rub on me.

Coconut oil.

-You know what? -What?

I'm staying a bit longer.

What are you doing?

-Hugo. -What?

-What? -Get out.

-Come on. -The match is over, Hugo.

-Come on. -What about penalties?

You never win on penalties. Move.

-What a bitch. -Just go.

No one said that, Mom.

Actually, if you want,

Paulina and I could live here, in this house.

You know? Freaking Álvarez

asked me to redo the quarterly reports.

Three weeks collecting data,

and the jerk asks me to remove the charts.

If it were up to him, we'd still be in 1970.

-Jeez. You're still hung up on the charts? -What?

It's a matter of life or death, right?

It's simple. Your boss doesn't like charts, don't do them.

If you don't like how they treat you, just quit freaking FEMEXFUT.

-I'm just telling you about it. -So stop telling me about it.

I don't want to hear about it. I'm too tired.

I had a shitty day too, and I'm not dumping it on you.

Oh, poor thing.

Your day must have been so hard.

How many damn years have I put up with all your complaints?

Smiling and all.

-"My job. It's too much, I can't do it." -Wait.

They fired the whole accounting team, and we got all their work.

I know, Beatriz, I know. Like 13,540 times I've had to listen to your damn whining.

And I'm still here, not making a fuss.

You make a fuss just by walking through that door.

Oh, I'm going to bed. I have an early meeting tomorrow.

Mediocre at home, mediocre at work.

But something was about to happen in Colombia

that would change my life forever.

Violence continues to surge in Bogotá.

Two attacks were reported today,

carried out by criminal groups, paralyzing the country.

In response,

President Belisario Betancur announced…

The 1986 World Cup

will not be held in Colombia.

Colombia has just announced that they will not host the World Cup.

Of course, just as I told you.

Yes, I know we had all the paperwork ready to send to Bogotá,

but that's life.

-Oh, well. -Fuck.

So where will it be?

It has to be on this side of the ocean, right?

What? The Americans?

They've thrown their hat in, but who else wants in?

Who, sir?

Us, the Mexicans.

Cañedo called me, and they just made it official.

We are going to Switzerland to bring home the '86 World Cup.

That's good news, isn't it?

Do you know how many countries have hosted the World Cup

twice?

-None. -Exactly! None.

How ridiculous is it to go to FIFA

to fight for a World Cup that's not meant for us?

That's just Cañedo and Azcárraga

thinking that dropping money on FIFA will get us the World Cup.

What a stupid waste of time.

All right, then… I'm going to Switzerland,

but on vacation.

Let me know who wants some chocolates.

The match…

Hey, switch it to the soap opera.

Chava. Chava? Cha…

Look, it's about to start.

-Buddy… -What is it?

What's with this lady?

She just asked Chava to put on the soap opera. No way.

Put the game on. The second half is starting.

It's soap opera time.

What is this, buddy?

What is this? A soccer bar.

Yes, it is, but…

But what? I'll tell her. Should I tell her?

-I'll tell her myself. -No. Martín.

We'll switch it now. Wait. Relax.

"Relax." No way. "Relax."

The national team is playing.

The national team.

This is a soccer bar.

Then go watch it at home.

This is home for me, ma'am.

Here. I went to high school here.

I've been coming here for 20 years. Sorry, sir.

We don't have to watch whatever you want.

Nobody watches the game here.

-Want to watch it? Turn on the soap opera. -They're losing.

Apparently, this is a soap opera bar now.

Damn it, José Ramón, how much information have I leaked to you?

-You owe me. - Leaking isn't selling.

And I already know that Mexico is going after the World Cup.

No, this is a scoop, man, a bombshell. Or I wouldn't be calling you.

I'm doing it because of our damn friendship.

Out of mutual respect, dude, I'm giving it to you. This is pure gold.

You know what? Forget it, dude.

I'm going with Juan Dosal. He offered me a slot on Sunday.

You're going to the competition, asshole?

You're giving me no choice, man.

I don't want to. But look how you're treating me.

Listen, will you?

How long have we known each other?

How many years, damn it?

Fine. I can have you on for five minutes.

-Come over right now. -Oh, perfect.

Perfect, dude.

Where are you going?

José Ramón Fernández is interviewing me.

Yeah, right.

Are you… Are you taking the car?

I have aerobics.