I cannot fathom the hate Paraguay is getting. Even if they are irritating and can be floppers and divers.
They beat Germany. They didn't let France, the best attack in the world, score a goal besides questionable pk.
France has 70 million people, tons of academies, tons of money, a recruiting pipeline from African countries that were once French colonies, the Ballon D'or winner, one of the best players in the world in Mbappe, and a team depth that basically only 1 other team can rival.
Yet people are clapping seals for them and ripping on how Paraguay played? A country of 7 million people, a country ranked like 100 in terms of GDP and wealth, ranked 41st in the world via FIFA rankings, and zero stars.
I think only Almiron and Encisco played in the EPL at some point lol. Yet people expect them to go toe to toe with the best team in the world? "But but but anti-football!" They're trying to win. Only people who have never played the game would have the gameplan to play an open game against the best attacking team in the world. Genius.
Well done Paraguay. You guys may have some cheap tactics too, but that's how you take it to the tournament favorites.
Terrible look for France tbh.
@ABCDeportes No se pusieron a pensar que es para ustedes? Que se pasaron todo el torneo tirándo las malas? Que causan internas, información falsa y se olvidaron de apoyar?
🇨🇮 Yan Diomandé’s letter to his sister through @PlayersTribune:
“Dear Roxane,
Remember when someone bought me a fake United shirt, and I wrote “Ronaldo 7” on the back with a black Sharpie? We didn’t know what rich or poor was. We only knew happiness.
Remember the 25 people sleeping in just one house back in Abidjan? Mom wanted to watch her soap operas. Everyone wanted to watch movies. Remember how I’d always pretend I was asleep and then sneak to the TV room after midnight? I’d turn the TV way down low. Like, just two volume bars. I’d watch soccer in the dark and dream.
Remember when the grown-ups saw me playing soccer on the dirt and gave me the nickname “Roberto Carlos” because of how hard I kicked? And remember how I secretly got so mad about it, because CR7 was my idol?
Remember when I went to play so far from home? I was 9 years old. Inter Foot Sud Comoé, way out near the border with Ghana. Just a little boy all alone. I don’t know if I ever told you this story, but me and the other kids used to go to the village and steal potatoes because we were so hungry. We called it a “bank heist.” Two kids would distract the shop owner, and the other 18 would run off with two potatoes. They weren’t even good. But they tasted amazing. Hahahah. Even today, it’s my favorite thing to eat. Boiled potatoes with a little oil. It takes me back to those times.
Remember when I got my first real pair of cleats, and I slept with them? Growing up, I always played in those white plastic sandals. Even when I go back home now, I still play in them. It’s our tradition.
Remember when I’d come back home, and you’d tell my neighborhood friends: “Why’d you stop training? Yan’s not gonna buy you cars. You gotta keep working.” You were 10 years old, and you were already my agent.
Remember how we’d sit and dream about moving to France? How we’d go shopping, have our own apartment, and I’d be a rich soccer player, with cars and a big house, and you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. You were the one who always believed I could be the next Cristiano, when everyone else was laughing.
Remember when I moved to the United States for high school, at 15 years old, and I missed home so much? For months, I couldn’t understand what anyone was saying. They sat me next to a French boy, and he’d try to translate everything the teacher said. Remember when I called you and said: “You won’t believe it, the kids here argue with the teachers.” Back home, you know, we wouldn’t even dare blink at our elders.
Remember when I couldn’t believe the boys smoked after school? You used to say it felt like I was in an American TV show.
Remember when they took me for trials at Bournemouth? At Chelsea, Rangers, Olympiacos, Crystal Palace? Eze and Olise came up to me after a training session and said: “Hey, kid, you’re really good.”… but even then, they didn’t sign me.
Even the MLS B teams didn’t want me. I didn’t even know why. They never gave me a reason. The adults handled everything. They just kept taking me all over Europe, and everyone kept saying no.
My visa expired. My dream was over. They sent me back to Africa, and we cried together. You were the only one who never stopped believing. A few weeks later, I signed with Leganés, and we cried different tears.
That was back when I still had emotions. Now, I don’t feel anything. It’s like I’m not even human. Since you died, I’m just empty.”
É A LISTA DO CORAÇÃO! É A LISTA DO BRASIL! 🇧🇷
Não são apenas 26 nomes. São 26 corações que sonharam com esse momento.
VAMOS EM BUSCA DA SEXTA ESTRELA! 🌟⭐🏆
#BateNoPeito
ISSO É BRASIL!