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Filip bites his lip as he realizes his mistake in the quarterfinals. If he hadn't received a red card against Bremen, he could have played with his friends against Bayern, and hoped to qualify for the final. Now they have lost because of a referee which he no longer wishes to contest since the red card. He goes to the locker room to comfort his teammates, he doesn't want to see them so sad, because he feels half guilty, responsible for the defeat. If he hadn't had his red card, they might be in the final, celebrating. He's going to ruminate on this for a long time and he knows it, he's not able to calm down for a long time when they lose. Filip keeps his fists tight, he needs to unwind on something.
But everything calms down in him when he sees Mijat dejected on the bench, a hand on his face to hide his eyes. No. He refuses to see it. Not this evening. Everything around him seems to disappear, the noise, the others, the despair, as he walks over to the other Serbian to hold him against him and allow him to let some of his sadness escape, while his shoulder welcomes his tears. Filip isn't the type to let others hide their pain by holding them against him, but it's different with Gacinovic, the youngest is like a little brother to him, it's his duty to protect him. Balkan blood. Maybe Mijat has been in Frankfurt for a lot more years than he has, but Filip feels like it's his job to protect Gacinovic.
Filip isn't sure if the others are looking at them, if they've figured out that the young serbian is crying in his arms, but his doubts don't stop him from comforting the midfielder the best he can, he won't let him be sad without trying to do something. He hopes he's a good shoulder, because he intends to give his little one a nice trophy in the future.
The End
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