Here is the English translation:
The Deportivo attack continued with a brilliant performance from the goalkeeper and the ball hitting the crossbar until the final minute of the first half. There was a free kick for Deportivo on the 18-yard line, and a Deportivo midfielder will take the shot. The referee blows the whistle, the player moves and shoots it under the wall, and it hits the back of the net without the goalkeeper moving an inch. The Violi players were surprised with sad faces, and the fans were in shock.
The commentator: We can now say goodbye to the dreams of Violi players and fans.
The grandson: They are now leading us by two goals. Is this how the tournament will end, grandpa? The grandson spoke with tears in his eyes.
The grandfather: I will excuse you, my grandson, because this is your first match to watch. But nothing is impossible in football, even if there is only a minute left in the match, anything can happen. He then hugged him to comfort him.
The half-time ended with deep sadness on the faces of Violi players, as if the match had already ended. The players and the coach were silent, but a player wearing jersey number 37 stood up and shouted at them: "Oh comrades, was this a one-half football match, and I didn't know? Or did Deportivo threaten to kill you if you scored against them? Or have you got satisfied for just reaching the final?" But they did not see defeating Deportivo possible and no one responded to him. He then said: "You mercenaries of the team, if you have come only to play and return home with your contract money at peace, there are 30,000 Violi fans who came to support you against 70,000. They came hoping to fight in every attack and hoping you would achieve the club's first-ever world champions title."
That's when they started to return to their senses. He asked them, "Answer me! Are you mercenaries or players?" "Players!" they replied. "Are you ready to make your muscles scream in pain for the team or not?" "Yes!" they answered. "Then go and be lions on the field. There is no player among you who will not sweat or fear injury if you come to your senses. Let's go turn the table, boys!" After that the last two to leave were the coach and the player number 37, as he wanted to speak to him privately. The player said something to the coach that made his face pale.