Question

Смогли бы вы перевести?(( Однажды, решили мы с братом посмотреть футбольный матч. Точнее, у нас был день пожрать чипсы и поорать на игроков через экран. Ну хоть какая-то связь со спортом и то хорошо. Я начала тролить брата при каждой ошибке его любимой команды. Говорила, что малолетки во дворе и то лучше играют. Его это бесило, а меня наоборот) За окном послышались ярые крики. Мы ничего не поняли. За окном снова послышались крики, но мы забили. Я скрестила пальцы, потому что команда папы выигрывала. Я решила выйти на балкон. Потом оказалось, что там всего-лишь дрались бомжи. Хотя, местами было смотреть даже интереснее, чем на матч. Пришел потом брат и мы вместе за этим наблюдали. Занятие реально прикольное и довольно безобидное, потому что они никак не могли попасть друг в друга. Я болела за правого, он за левого. Я не знаю, кто выиграл, но мой рычал сильнее

Answer 1

One day, we decided with my brother to watch a football match. More precisely, we had a day to devour chips and poorat players across the screen. Well, at least some connection with the sport and that is good. I began to troll brothers with every error of his favorite team. She said that the kids in the yard and it is better to play. He hated it, but I was the other way around) Outside the window, heard the ardent cries. We do not understand anything. Outside the window, heard screams again, but we scored. I crossed my fingers, because the pope's team won. I decided to go to the balcony. Then it turned out that there are only-only fought bums. Although, in some places it was even more interesting to watch than the match. Came then the brother and together we are watching. Lesson really cool and quite harmless, because they could not get in each other. I'm rooting for the right, for he left. I do not know who won, but my growling more.

Answer 2

Once, my brother and I decided to watch a football match. Well, at least it was some kind of connection to sports, and that was good. We had chips to snack on and we were ready to yell at the players through the screen. I started trolling my brother every time his favorite team made a mistake. I told him that the kids in the neighborhood played better. It annoyed him, but it amused me. Suddenly, we heard fierce shouts from outside. We couldn't understand what was happening. Then, we heard the shouts again, but we ignored them. I crossed my fingers because our dad's team was winning. I decided to go out to the balcony. Later, it turned out that there were only homeless people fighting outside. Although, in some moments, it was even more interesting to watch than the match. My brother came out and we watched together. It was actually a fun and harmless activity because they couldn't harm each other. I was cheering for the person on the right, and he was cheering for the person on the left. I don't know who won, but my guy growled louder.