Pickles: Mmm.
Pickles: Woo, mm. <Till this day, they have seen many wonders.>
Pickles: Mmm ... <And encountered many difficulties ... >
Pickles looks at the black-and-white painted bouncy ball.
Pickles: ... Woof woof. <... I'd be lying if I said those soccer fans to whom Charlton talked to were sensible people.>
Pickles: Woo, woof. <But I guess that doesn't mean they are bad.>
"Doggie": The puppy has changed his idea.
Melania: ... Mr. Diggers has found his place in the celebration.
Melania: He is not even a fan of any team here! I hope they won't be irritated by his anti-label slogans.
Pickles: Woo ... <I hope the same ... >
"Doggie": The puppy is worried about his friend.
Pickles: Woof ...?! <No, that's not what I think ... >
Melania: Heh, you are such a sweet puppy.
Melania: I hope Mr. Diggers will see another miracle in four years ... Of course, that is, if everything goes as planned .
She stopped herself, for she suddenly realizes something. Then she pulls down her cap and smiles.
Melania: But what is the big deal if things don't go as planned?
Melania: It's always the spirit that stays with us, not the forms.
She watches the crowd slowly move to the street corner.
Melania: Who knows? The Uluru flame would be lit up one day.
??? ...
??? From nothing to something, we forged the legend.
??? "Upon the green pitch we are of one race, one class."
??? "From one winner to another, the glory stays on.
??? This is not yet the end of the story.
