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Bieke’s eyes go wide. On the wall, the “masterpiece” begins to slowly drip onto the floor. A small mouse walks by, sniffs it, and passes out.
The gala is held at the clubhouse. Everyone is dressed ridiculously. The Baroness arrives with her snooty art advisor, . Marc unveils his new painting: a careful, dull, realistic portrait of the team bench. The Baroness is horrified. “Where is the soul? The pain? The… confusion?”
A text overlay reads: “The soup painting was later sold at auction for €3.50 and a bag of used shin guards.”
on Marc, holding a paintbrush in one hand and a soccer ball in the other, looking utterly confused. Carmen strikes a pose next to the melting painting. Boma counts the money for the tenth time. fc de kampioenen seizoen 21 aflevering 10
The familiar chaos of the DDT training field. Balthasar Boma, looking more stressed than usual, paces back and forth. Pascale hands him a cup of coffee, which he ignores.
FC De Kampioenen! Oh oh oh!
The episode opens with the club in financial shambles (again). Boma announces that a mysterious art collector, Baroness van der Schelde (a haughty, eccentric woman played with relish by a guest star), has agreed to sponsor the team. The catch? She’s not interested in football. She’s interested in Marc. Bieke’s eyes go wide
Just as she’s about to leave, – trying to help – trips over a power cord. He crashes into a table holding five gallons of leftover “DDT Special” soup (a neon-orange, slimy concoction made by Pascale for the buffet). The soup splashes all over Marc’s painting, creating a chaotic, dripping, orange-and-brown mess.
Back at the DDT bar, the team celebrates with cheap champagne. Marc is hailed as a genius. As he’s signing a fake “artist contract,” Pascale whispers to Bieke: “I used the leftover soup from last week. The one that had the mysterious green mold.”
Silence. Then the Baroness gasps. “Magnificent! The struggle! The decay of traditional form! It’s a commentary on the failure of Flemish football!” The gala is held at the clubhouse
Years ago, Marc painted a terrible, abstract self-portrait called “Eenheid in Verwarring” (Unity in Confusion) for a student art contest. The Baroness, who has a bizarre taste for “raw, untrained emotional expression,” believes Marc is a forgotten genius. She will only sign the sponsorship check if Marc produces a new masterpiece live at the club’s upcoming 25th-anniversary gala.
De Curator van de Chaos (The Curator of Chaos)
She hands Boma a giant check. Maurice tries to clean his glasses but only smears soup on them.