¡campeones! – el gran Pepe Reina
The Pepe Show was just one part of the fiestón, but probably the part everyone had been anticipating since the last one ended on June 30, 2008. Thankfully, Spain won the World Cup so we could get to hear the all new version of The Pepe Show.
Pepe had the crowd in his pocket as soon as he was handed the microphone. His first words, after greeting the crowd, were “¡os quiero la hostia!” Then he did the 300 chant with the players: “Spartans! What is your profession? Ha-ooh! Ha-ooh! Ha-ooh!” This has become something of a rallying cry for the team. Then Pepe thanked everyone – every person at the scene, people watching at home… And he made sure to thank the entire team – all the staff that was up there on the stage with them.
And then it was time for the presentation of the players one by one. Note: some of the translations don’t work well in English, and other things are probably private jokes amongst the players, so they don’t make any sense to the rest of us.
One. On May 20, 1981, a saint was born in Móstoles. He stopped the penalty against Paraguay in the quarterfinals and blocked everything that came from above against Germany. He stopped Robben in the final with his foot. He stopped Robben in the final with his hand… Iker Casillas!
Two. The friend of famous people, he’ll kill to get a [Blackberry] pin, he loves his Blackberry, his mouth sings… Raúl Albiol!
Three. The friend of show business, the dandy of Spain, the central defender of the world… Gerard Piqué!
Four. The “pater” of Spain, 55… 55 straight games without a loss, no one else has done it, the father… Carlos Marchena!
Five. The head of Spain, he sent us to the final with his head and his Tarzan of Africa hair. The man who eats shinbones… Carlos Puyol! [Pepe said Carlos].
Six. Sweet… sweet Iniesta. The man, the man… let’s see… who wrote the script for the final, the man that all of Spain loves… Andrés Iniesta!
Seven. The goals of Spain have a name… el guaje David Villa!
Eight. The one in charge, the one in charge, he goes here, here, here, now I steal the ball, now I pass it… Xavi Hernández!
Nine. Everything began two years and 13 days, and 13 days, ago, when he scored a goal against Germany. He made us dream, he made us believe, and that’s how we have won this cup… Fernando Torres!
Ten. He doesn’t want me to say “empanado” but let’s see… Cesc, where is Cesc? Come here. With the 10, he has a heart… [Piqué and Puyol put a Barça shirt on Cesc]. With the 10, the future of Barça, the future of Spain… Cesc Fàbregas!
Eleven. The owner of the left touchline, the incombustible one, the phenomenon, he’s extremely ugly… Joan Capdevila!
Twelve. The panther of Hospitalet, the genius, the character. Come here, come, come, come. They said that we didn’t get along. (Both Pepe and Víctor say) Take that. There’s no fucking way that we don’t get along! Víctor Valdés!
Thirteen. The magic ankle, the friend of the feint… Juanín Mata!
Fourteen. The lung, the lung [the same kind of meaning as if you say someone is the heart of the team]. Look, war wounds, for his country, for Spain… Xabi Alonso!
Fifteen. The Indian of Camas. The lung of the right touchline. He goes to attack and like the míster says, he’s a bit nervous when it comes time to cross the ball… where is he? But he does it very well. The Indian of Camas… Sergio Ramos!
Sixteen. For me, the man of the World Cup, the snowplow of Badía, the octopus of Badía, the tentacles of Spain, the man who steals (balls), gives, takes away, plays and creates hesitation… Sergio Busquets!
Seventeen. The trufas is going to present himself. We call him the Spartan. Why?
Arbeloa: Spartans! What is your profession? Ha-ooh! Ha-ooh! Ha-ooh!
Pepe: Álvaro Arbeloa!
Eighteen. He sprints to the bathroom. He sprints to eat. He goes to bed and runs in bed. The authentic and incomparable… Pedrito!
Nineteen. The truck of La Roja, the one that carried us against Portugal, who made Portugal’s central defenders look like they were drunk. He took charge of three, four, five of them. The truck of La Roja… Fernando Llorente!
Twenty. From the “altos hornos” of Bilbao, the man who steals more balls than anyone else on the planet, the strength, the spirit, the muscle, the dedication of Spain… Javi Martínez!
Twenty one. From the Canary Islands, with his sambita, with his jokes, with his art. Over here, over there, the feint, now yes, now no… I’ll put it in for you, take it. The pony, he’s 1.40m tall… David Silva! [Oh dear, David Silva has shrunk – he was 1.50m tall two years ago, according to Pepe.]
Twenty two. Ah, here we have a problem. He’s escaped from lunatic asylum, you all are going to see his face. He’s broke out running and they’re not going to be able to catch him because he runs a lot. The crazy bird, the spirit of the national team… Jesús Navas!
Twenty three. With a headache that I can’t handle anymore, this humble speaker who’s speaking to you from his heart.
And of Vicente del Bosque, Pepe said: he’s goodness personified. He’s always correct. These aren’t empty words. He’s brought us here and he made us win what we wanted, the yellow one [referring to the gold World Cup trophy], what we dreamed of…. Don Vicente del Bosque!
And then as Pepe was about to continue speaking, Iker went up to him and whispered in his ear. And so Pepe made a point to thank all of the 2,000 or so police and security that had worked throughout the day to guarantee their security and their passage through Madrid.
¡Que grande es Iker!