Portugal, Portugal

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"Come on, Maddie, the game's going to start again." Sofia, my mum's best friend, calls to me.

I sprint to the back deck and sit down in a seat next to Sofia. Her son, Pieter (whom I dated for a brief time when I was twelve), sits next to her husband, who is as well next to her.

Half time was over and it was time for me to watch my lovely number seven player. Sofia and I tell when we see our baby; Cristiano Ronaldo. The score was still 1-0, Portugal winning and Iceland losing.

"Let's go!" Sofia screams and then does her thing, which is talking/screaming in Portuguese.

"Portugal, Portugal!" Her foreign voice chants and I soon find myself joining in.

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