"AHH!" Clara shouted seeing Antoine's goal of the night against Germany.
"That's it grizi!" Clara shouted standing up, she was beyond happy that France was leading which means once the domination starts from Antoine it just continues.
Antoine did his typical celebration of the euros that he's been doing, which Clara commented on all the time that he looked like he background dancer in Carly Rae Jepsen's song "call me maybe".
Antoine couldn't help but laugh thinking of it in his mind of Clara telling him that.
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As the game went on the fight became harder, Germany picked up their dominance making France work for it.
The ball landed perfectly on Pogba's foot there was some clever footwork made by Germany, the German player, Mustafi, makes a terrible cross landing to Antoine who shot it in.
"Yes!" Clara stood up with that, France was up 2-0.
Just as the ninety minute mark hit with two minutes added Antoine was pulled out of the game.
"Good job, Antoine!"
Antoine looked up and waved to Clara and she waved back.
"He's handsome isn't he?" She heard from beside her making her look over to see the old lady.
"Yeah he is."
"You must be one lucky gal to have my grandson."
Clara smiled, "thanks, I'm Clara."
"I know, Antoine told me. He loves you."
Clara laughed seeing the ninety minutes was over.
"He said you're American but that doesn't stop him from loving you."
Clara smiled, "I'm glad he does."
"Clara!"
She looked over to see Antoine was coming over to her, he jumped up and pressed his lips against hers.
"Je t'aime."
"Je t'aime aussi."
