Bachira shakes off the monster which occupied his mind as an ideal, and he awakens his ego. He's been searching for someone in his play, but now he forges on for his own goal. At the end of the play is Isagi, who's been waiting for him because he believed in Bachira's ego. Isagi succeeds in a desperate interception, but the ball flies up and lands mercilessly and cruelly on the winner. It's the final showdown for 8 egoists. The team to clear the second selection's rivalry battle is...
I like your spirit, you damn brat.
تُعجبني معنويّاتك الرّوحيّة أيّها الطفل الشّقي اللّعين
Ich mag deinen Kampfgeist, du verdammter Rotzlöffel.
Me gusta tu espíritu, mocoso.
Me gusta tu espíritu, niñato.
T’en as dans le ventre, petit merdeux.
Mi piace la tua grinta, moccioso del cazzo.
Curti seu espírito, seu pirralho de bosta.
[Мне нравится твой настрой, сопляк!]