The last 3 days have been hectic once again, with France's players dragging me and Luca to every party they decided to throw. We all had a good time, trying to brush away the thought of the competition.
Today's match was to settle which one of the two teams gets to finish third.
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The match started at 3pm, both teams trying their hardest to have an advantage.
Just 7 minutes in, Gvardiol, Croatia's defender manages to score, putting them ahead of Morocco.
And just 2 minutes later, Morocco shows them what's all about. Dari heads the ball past Croatia's goalkeeper, turning the score into a tie.
However, right before the first half is meant to end, Oršić manages to make his team have the lead once again.
The second half starts with a few substitutions, Ounahi receives a yellow card in the minute 69' after protesting a free-kick and so does Amallah in the minute 84'.
The end of the match has only 7 minutes added extra, Croatia finishing third in the World Cup after their 2-1 win.
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After the game, me and Luca decided to grab something to eat before heading to our rooms and preparing for tomorrow.
Both mentally and physically.
'Am I a bad friend for wanting Argentina to win?' I said quietly, fidgeting with my fingers.
'Why would you think that?' Luca chuckled. 'Just because Kylian is our friend it doesn't mean that you have to necessarily support him. To want him to win. Yes, a part of you wants that to happen but...' he shook his head.
'If I see Leo pick up that trophy, all my problems will disappear.' I chuckled.
'Really?' he chuckled with a surprised tone.
'I'll like to think so.' I smiled. 'I just don't want Ky to think I'm betraying him...' I shrugged my shoulders.
'Kylian loves you and there's no way in hell he's going to be all weird about it.' Luca said softly.
'Yeah...'
