-I don't get their slump.  Funk that delicious egg salad.

-It was me.  It was all my fault, wasn't it.

-Wha—you know, yea, it probably was.

-What do you mean!

-What do you mean, what do I mean?

etc.

...Last I recall, you guys haven't come away from Atletico with anything but bruises and   Their children laugh at yours.  Each player on this team has a villa overlooking at least two oceans, I don't get it

...is it me?  Cause I can always chew tobacco.  Where's your second gear?  The bruises Juan will kiss—maybe we spoiled you—but ego, I shouldn't have to tell you.  You have villas overlooking at least two oceans.  Where's your mind?  You can break up marriages in a day and still give the guy an autograph, and and what?  I hear you and Marcello are pillow fighting in the hotelroom?

-(CR7 in Portuguese) Ah, but coach! we were just making fun

-Make no mistake, we are playing with animals.  These guys are dirty...they don't even wash their hands before a game.  The only way to beat an animal is with logic, and with reason.

- (Kroos) I hear you clearly—

- (For the Persian, with an accent) but there was passion, coach!

- (Ramos)