Choose Argentina.
Choose the blue and white.
Choose Messi.
Choose Maradona.
Choose the Hand of God.
Choose the left foot, the low centre of gravity and the ball that somehow never leaves their control.
Choose a nation where football isn’t just a sport, it’s a religion.
Choose packed streets in Buenos Aires.
Choose flags hanging from every balcony.
Choose drums, flares and 90 minutes of absolute chaos.
Choose number 10s who don’t just play the game, they change it forever.
Choose Maradona dancing through defenders like they weren’t there.
Choose Messi walking around the pitch, waiting for the exact moment to ruin someone’s night.
Choose outrageous goals.
Choose impossible passes.
Choose free-kicks that bend around walls and into history.
Choose last-minute winners.
Choose penalty shootouts you can barely watch.
Choose grown men crying in the stands.
Choose the World Cup champions.
Choose a country that gave football two of the greatest players it has ever seen.
Choose temporarily forgetting every argument you’ve ever had about Messi and Ronaldo.
Choose learning the words to Muchachos by kick-off.
Choose backing Argentina with the same passion as someone born and raised in Rosario.
Choose anyone playing England.
Choose Argentina. 🇦🇷
No entiendo memes ni canciones de estas cosas de Cris Morena. Que suerte que no tenía fomo en esa época. Recuerdo que todo eso me parecía bastante imbécil.
Le tuve que comprar una mochila para llevar el vaso de agua y el tupper de comida, porque hoy no le llevé y le robó galletas a la otra nena. Cuestión, mochila de Frozen, tendré que ver la película para asegurarme que no sea una princesa tilinga?