I started to believe…why? I had no interest in the world cup, it had passed me by, but its ingrained in me its that tiny part of me that thinks…that believes that maybe?
Reagan and me sat there glued to the TV watching the three lions, well 11 but you know what I mean. Reagan began to hate (well dislike strongly) the fucking Argies which pleased me because she is in no way scarred she just disliked them of her own accord lol.
We went 1 nil up early in the second half after a very angry stoppage ridden 1st half where I believed we were the better side, just. The second half began and somewhat against the run of play a great move down the right opened up the Argentine defense and Anthony Gordon on 55 minutes, was there to poke it home. Unfortunately that was really where the problems started, we went into our shells dropping deeper and inviting them on to us for the rest of the game eventually pinned inside the last third of the field and you just can’t do that for 35 minutes once Lionel Messi started dictating play.
The manager made 2 defencive substitutions hoping to hang on but when they scored it meant we were not set up to attack again and the inevitable happen the scored again. Two goals in the 85th and 92nd minutes meant we were on our way home, beaten by annoyingly the better side on the night.
Five minutes from a world cup final but it may have been fifty we thought one goal was enough we went defensive and in my opinion when I saw it live and on reflection attack would have been the better form of defense.

