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[🏆 Actu Foot Afrique @ActuFootAfrique]

Ils sont en mission. 🇨🇮

[Séléphanto Football 🇨🇮 @Selephanto]

Afin d’éviter toute polémique, Nicolas Pepe esquive désormais les interviews des journalistes. 😭😭

[mlv🇨🇮 @mlv_7sept]

@hslifje @_____TheBROWN @ActuFootAfrique @FIFAWorldCup DC

[Callum @WHUFCallum_]

This is fucking heartbreaking. Hope this kid smashes his career

[SUBSTANCE 🇨🇩🏆 @RabbsonmsmCD2]

Des vrais fils de putes ceux qui regardent les notifs en fanzone et puis ils osent celebrer en avance j’ai aucun respect pour eux

[HaiseRFC @FanSRFC2]

Énorme respect aux journalistes qui savaient pour Éric Roy et qui n’ont rien dit. Il est décédé en étant tranquille par rapport à ça.

[iselem @iselemramos]

Ça va sûrement être passer sous silence donc on va bien partager ce qu’il s’est passé au Blanc mesnil

[l’enfant soldat 🇨🇮 @lenfantsoldat10]

Le Ghana et la Côte d’Ivoire fiers représentants de l’Afrique de l’Ouest 🇨🇮🇬🇭

[The Touchline | 𝐓 @TouchlineX]

🚨🤍 𝗡𝗘𝗪: Yan Diomande emotional letter to his late sister:

"Dear Roxane,

Remember when somebody bought me a fake United jersey, and I wrote Ronaldo 7 on the back with the black marker?"

"We didn’t know rich or poor. We just knew happiness."

"Remember 25 people sleeping in one house back in Abidjan? Mum wanted to watch her soap operas. Everyone else wanted to watch movies. Remember how I always used to fake like I was asleep and then go into the TV room after midnight? I’d put the TV on real low. Just like 2 volume bars. I’d watch football in the dark and dream."

"Remember when the adults saw me playing football in the dirt and nicknamed me “Roberto Carlos” because of how hard I would shoot? And remember how I was secretly 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, all the way near the Ghana border. Just a little boy on his own. I don’t know if I ever told you this story, but me and the other kids used to go into the village and steal potatoes because we were so hungry. We did a “bank heist.” Two kids distracting the shop owner, and 18 other kids running out with two potatoes. They weren’t even good. But they tasted amazing. Hahahah. It’s still my favorite thing to eat. Boiled potatoes with some oil. It reminds me of those times."

"Remember when I got my first real football boots, and I used to sleep 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 would come back home, and you would tell my friends from the neighborhood, “Why did you stop training? Yan is not going to buy you cars. You have to keep working."

"You were 10 years old, and already my agent."

"Remember how we used to sit and dream about moving to France? How we were going to go shopping and get our own apartment and I was going to be a rich footballer with cars and a big house, and you wouldn’t have to worry about nothing. You were the one who always believed that I could be the next Cristiano, when everybody else laughed."

"Remember when I moved to America for high school at 15, and I was so homesick? I didn’t know what anybody was saying for months. They sat me next to a French kid, and he tried to translate everything the teacher was saying. Remember when I called you, saying, “You won’t believe it, the kids here argue with teachers."

"Back home, you know we wouldn’t even dare to blink at our elders."

"Remember when I couldn’t believe the kids were smoking after school? You used to say it sounded like I was in an American TV show."

"Remember when they took me on trial at Bournemouth? At Chelsea, Rangers, Olympiacos, Crystal Palace? Eze and Olise even came up to me after one training and said, “Yo kid, you’re really good.”"

"But they still didn’t sign me."

"Even the B teams in the MLS 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 around Europe, and everybody kept saying no."

"My visa was up. My dream was over. They sent me back to Africa, and we cried together."

"You were the one who never stopped believing. A few weeks later, I signed for Leganés and we cried different tears."

"That was back when I used to have emotions. Now, I don’t feel anything. It’s like I’m not even human. Since you died, I’m just blank."

"I don’t even think I shed a tear the day they told me that you were gone. I was just in shock."

"It was a few weeks after I made my debut for Leganés. Who makes their debut at 18 against Real Madrid? It was too crazy. It was a dream."

"And then it was a nightmare. Someone kept calling me from back home. I was annoyed. I didn’t understand why they kept calling me."

"I picked up, and they didn’t even soften it. You know how it is back home. No emotions. Just……..

“Your sister is gone.”
“What?”
“She died.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Somebody put something in her drink at a party, and she never woke up. She is gone.”

"You were 15."

"15."

"I never got any answers. I don’t know if I want to know why. Maybe it was jealousy. Maybe it’s just something that happens in our country. Maybe I could have protected you. I don’t know."

"I try to trust God’s plan. It’s all I can do. I don’t try to forget, because I know I won’t forget. All I can do is use the pain to work harder, and to do everything we dreamed about."

"I wrote this because I can’t speak about it. I wrote this because I want you to know that I will make sure that you live on. I will make sure that everybody knows your name. The whole world."

"Everything I do on a football pitch, it’s for you."

"So much has happened since I last saw you…… You would not even believe it. I don’t know if I believe it."

"You know what’s crazy? After my debut against Madrid, I actually swapped shirts with Mbappé. Remember when we used to watch him on TV, and you’d say, “Mbappé? Yeah, he’s good. But my brother is better.”

"I was wrong about one thing. I don’t want to be rich. I see what it does to people, even to family. When I was at Leganés, everything I was earning, I was sending home. It got to the point where I didn’t even want money anymore. It was just a burden. They never stopped asking. I guess they thought I was a millionaire already. I didn’t even have an apartment. I was living at the training ground in a room with no TV. Just football and sleep, football and sleep."

"I didn’t want a big house. I didn’t want cars. I just wanted to put everything into football. Everything to show the world that my sister was right……."

"Ha…. you will think this is funny. When I moved to play at RB Leipzig, I was always late. Well, not late. But I was on time, which in Germany means you’re very late."

"So you already know what I did next. I started arriving 90 minutes early to everything. I was so early all the time that the guys started calling me “The German.”"

"I always have to overdo everything. I have zero chill. You always said that."

"The pitch is the only place that I feel at home anymore. It’s the place where I feel calm, and I can speak to you. I just wish you were still here so I could tell you….. We did it."

"Everything you said came true."

"We’re leaving for the World Cup tomorrow. For real. Your brother is going to play for Côte d'Ivoire, like Drogba, like Yaya, like Gervinho."

"I don’t even look at it like a game. I look at it like a stage. This is my chance to show the whole world what you saw in me. Every time I score, I’ll make sure everybody knows your name. I’ll make sure they don’t forget you."

"You always said that I could be better than Cristiano. If I see him there, I’ll tell him hello for you."

"I’m going to do what you predicted, I swear. Before I even had real boots, you were telling everybody, “My brother is going to be the greatest in the world.”

"I will prove that you were right, or I will die trying... Your brother, Yan."

— @PlayersTribune

[Bundesliga Insider @BundesInsider]

🇨🇮✍️ A emocionante carta aberta de Yan Diomande à sua irmãzinha, publicada pel The Players’ Tribune:

Querida Roxane,

Lembra quando alguém comprou uma camisa falsa do United para mim, e eu escrevi “Ronaldo 7” nas costas com um canetão preto? A gente não sabia o que era rico ou pobre. A gente só conhecia a felicidade.

Lembra das 25 pessoas dormindo em uma casa só lá em Abidjan? A mãe queria assistir às novelas dela. Todo mundo queria assistir filmes. Lembra como eu sempre fingia que estava dormindo e depois ia para a sala da TV depois da meia-noite? Eu colocava a TV bem baixinha. Tipo, só duas barrinhas de volume. Eu assistia futebol no escuro e sonhava.

Lembra quando os adultos me viram jogando futebol na terra e me deram o apelido de “Roberto Carlos” por causa da força com que eu chutava? E lembra como eu ficava secretamente com tanta raiva disso, porque o CR7 era o meu ídolo?

Lembra quando eu fui jogar tão longe de casa? Eu tinha 9 anos. Inter Foot Sud Comoé, lá perto da fronteira com Gana. Só um garotinho sozinho. Não sei se algum dia te contei essa história, mas eu e as outras crianças costumávamos ir até a vila e roubar batatas porque estávamos com muita fome. A gente fazia um “assalto a banco”. Duas crianças distraíam o dono da loja, e outras 18 saíam correndo com duas batatas. Elas nem eram boas. Mas tinham um gosto incrível. Hahahah. Até hoje é minha coisa favorita para comer. Batatas cozidas com um pouco de óleo. Isso me lembra daqueles tempos.

Lembra quando ganhei minhas primeiras chuteiras de verdade, e eu dormia com elas? Crescendo, eu sempre jogava com aquelas sandálias brancas de plástico. Mesmo quando volto para casa agora, ainda jogo com elas. É a nossa tradição.

Lembra quando eu voltava para casa, e você dizia aos meus amigos do bairro: “Por que vocês pararam de treinar? Yan não vai comprar carros para vocês. Vocês precisam continuar trabalhando.” Você tinha 10 anos, e já era minha agente.

Lembra como a gente sentava e sonhava em se mudar para a França? Como a gente iria fazer compras, ter nosso próprio apartamento, e eu seria um jogador rico, com carros e uma casa grande, e você não precisaria se preocupar com nada. Você era a pessoa que sempre acreditou que eu poderia ser o próximo Cristiano, quando todos os outros riam.

Lembra quando eu me mudei para os Estados Unidos para fazer o ensino médio, aos 15 anos, e senti tanta saudade de casa? Durante meses eu não entendia o que ninguém dizia. Me colocaram sentado ao lado de um garoto francês, e ele tentava traduzir tudo o que a professora falava. Lembra quando eu te liguei dizendo: “Você não vai acreditar, as crianças aqui discutem com os professores.” Lá em casa, você sabe, a gente nem ousaria piscar para os mais velhos.

Lembra quando eu não conseguia acreditar que os meninos fumavam depois da escola? Você costumava dizer que parecia que eu estava em uma série de TV americana.

Lembra quando me levaram para fazer testes no Bournemouth? No Chelsea, Rangers, Olympiacos, Crystal Palace? Eze e Olise chegaram até mim depois de um treino e disseram: “Ei, garoto, você é muito bom.”… mas, mesmo assim, não me contrataram.

Até os times B da MLS não me quiseram. Eu nem sabia o motivo. Eles nunca me deram uma razão. Os adultos cuidavam de tudo. Eles só continuavam me levando pela Europa inteira, e todo mundo continuava dizendo não.

Meu visto acabou. Meu sonho acabou. Eles me mandaram de volta para a África, e nós choramos juntos. Você foi a única que nunca deixou de acreditar. Algumas semanas depois, assinei com o Leganés, e choramos lágrimas diferentes.

Isso foi na época em que eu ainda tinha emoções. Agora, eu não sinto nada. É como se eu nem fosse humano. Desde que você morreu, eu sou só um vazio.

[🇨🇦Mounder🇩🇿 @HabibiBall]

I could drop a 100 dollars and feed your whole family for a month. You're poorer than some of the African countries you hate so much 😭😭😭

[Actu Foot @ActuFoot_]

🚨 « AUJOURD'HUI JE NE RESSENS RIEN. DEPUIS QUE TU ES MORTE, JE SUIS JUSTE VIDE...» 🕊️

Le témoignage plus que bouleversant de Yan Diomandé 🇨🇮 sur sa petite sœur Roxane, décédée à l'âge de 15 ans :

« 𝑇𝑢 𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑞𝑢’𝑢𝑛 𝑚’𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑒́ 𝑢𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑥 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑒 𝑈𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗’𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑒́𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡 𝑅𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑜 7 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑟 ? 𝑇𝑢 𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑠’𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑦𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑡 𝑞𝑢’𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒̂𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑑’𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 ?

𝑄𝑢’𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑡 𝑞𝑢’𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑐 𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑢 𝑛’𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑎̀ 𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛.

𝑇𝑢 𝑒́𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡.

𝐼𝑙𝑠 𝑚’𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑠 𝑎̀ 𝑙’𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑖 𝑎̀ 𝐵𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ, 𝑎̀ 𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒𝑎, 𝑎𝑢𝑥 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑎̀ 𝑙’𝑂𝑙𝑦𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑘𝑜𝑠, 𝑎̀ 𝐶𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑃𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒... 𝑀𝑒̂𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑒́𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒́𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑀𝐿𝑆 𝑛𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑖.

𝐽𝑒 𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒̂𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑜𝑖. 𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑎 𝑎 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒́. 𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒̂𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛. 𝐼𝑙𝑠 𝑚’𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑦𝑒́ 𝑒𝑛 𝐴𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟𝑒́ 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒.

𝑇𝑢 𝑒́𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑙𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑛’𝑎 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒́ 𝑑’𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑟𝑒. 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑗’𝑎𝑖 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑒́ 𝑎̀ 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑒́𝑠 𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟𝑒́ 𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒́𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠.

𝐴𝑢𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑑’ℎ𝑢𝑖, 𝑗𝑒 𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛. 𝐶’𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑖 𝑗𝑒 𝑛’𝑒́𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒̂𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑢 𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒, 𝑗𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒.

𝐽’𝑎𝑖 𝑑𝑒́𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒́ 𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑛’𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒̂𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒́ 𝑎̀ 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒́𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑐. 𝑃𝑎𝑠 𝑑’𝑒́𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒 : “𝑇𝑎 𝑠œ𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑒.” 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑞𝑢’𝑢𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑒 𝑎̀ 𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑒̂𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑒 𝑠’𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒́𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒́𝑒. 𝐸𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑒. 𝑇𝑢 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 15 𝑎𝑛𝑠. 15 𝑎𝑛𝑠.

𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑒 𝑑𝑢 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒. 𝑃𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑟𝑎𝑖. 𝑇𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑒̀𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝐶𝑜̂𝑡𝑒 𝑑’𝐼𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑏𝑎, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝑌𝑎𝑦𝑎, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝐺𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜.

𝐴̀ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡, 𝑗𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑚. 𝐽𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑢 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒́𝑑𝑖𝑡, 𝑗𝑒 𝑙𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝐽𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑖 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑢 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑖 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑡. »

Quand on voit le grand joueur qu'il est devenu aujourd'hui, difficile de ne pas être ému en lisant ces mots... 😢

[Bappa @Bappa_195]

Argentina is way to poor of a country to be this racist

[Ufiɣar🌙 @hnjm__]

J'ai fais mon premier crédit à 21 ans pour une classe A et j'ai aucun regret vu le nombre de babies ramassées avec.

[𝑶𝑩𝑱𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑭 𝑪𝑫𝑴🇲🇦🇫🇷 @TFC_XXX]

Des noirs et/ou musulmans supportent cette nation, fin de la blague😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[͏͏͏𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⌖ @cagiago_]

This is why I laugh when I see black people support Argentina man, these guys hate you and you’re twerking for them nonstop

[17• 🇨🇮 @sergetrevorr]

⚽️ BUUUUUUUUUUTT DE WALLAH SI ON DÉCLENCHE UN PRESSING !!! 🇸🇳

MAIS C'EST QUOI C’EST QUOI CETTE REMONTADA DU SENEGAL 😱🤯

FRANCE 🇫🇷 3-4 🇸🇳 SÉNÉGAL

[mlv🇨🇮 @mlv_7sept]

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[17• 🇨🇮 @sergetrevorr]

⚽️ BUUUUUUUUUUTT DE WALLAH SI ON DÉCLENCHE UN PRESSING !!! 🇸🇳

MAIS C'EST QUOI C’EST QUOI CETTE REMONTADA DU SENEGAL 😱🤯

FRANCE 🇫🇷 3-4 🇸🇳 SÉNÉGAL

[mlv🇨🇮 @mlv_7sept]

Wesh

[” 🇨🇼 @ilusiniesta]

Doué perd 80% de son énergie à vouloir adopter la gestuelle de Neymar alors qu’il est ivoirien