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sick to death of people giving up on their fav athletes bc they have bad bouts of performance . i will stay delusional until the very end. they will win it all. they are the goat. best to ever do it. in the game forever. never ever doubting them. hashtag my losing dog 4ever

i think one of my favourite things about watching sports (beyond the sport itself) is the magical thinking, the way every spectator feels responsible for the success of the team. the people who are physically there need to sing and scream as loud as possible but then everyone at home has their little rituals. who's to say if the goal we scored was because the players know how to play or because i refused to go to the bathroom, this friend of a friend in rio sat down to watch the game for the first time in his life, these dudes in lanús lit a candle, my cat walked into the room, this woman in caballito did an intention ritual to cure the evil eye, my coworkers in núñez switched seats, a friend froze their goalie. i mean clearly the first option but i think it's (1) hilarious that this kind of magical thinking seems to be largely unavoidable (2) a lot of fun. we're all doing our part ❤️

El peor y más traumático partido de Argentina siempre es el siguiente

they invented la selección to sell more ulcer medication

these are my favorite players and i want them frankly blown to smithereens for what theyve done

I think since rules dont matter anymore that they should bring back cabo verde into the finals like when x factor used to bring back eliminated contestants

God willing the altitude of Mexico City will starve Perfidious Albion of his precious blood oxygen.