coolest and best day of my life. i don’t think there are words capable of carrying what i felt watching the man i’ve adored for more than half my life score right in front of me. some moments are simply too big for language. football is so different from the stands. the television will never be able to bottle what it feels like when an entire stadium breathes together, believes together, hopes together. there wasn’t a second where i doubted them. there were crossed fingers, quiet prayers, tears falling, and then thousands of voices becoming one. it’s incredible the way the chants become something the players can carry with them. we need la scaloneta and la scaloneta needs us! i don’t know how many times i screamed vamos, vamos selección, hoy te venimos a alentar… but it feels like muscle memory off my tongue by now. it was one of those rare days you wish you could fold up carefully and keep in your pocket forever. the perfect match. the perfect day. la cuarta estrella is still so fucking on!!!!!!