Toli
“Everyone's gone Uruguay — and I see why, I do. But Saudi Arabia at this tournament... they're not here to make up numbers. They'll score, the stadium will shake, and I think they take a point. 1-1, and it's beautiful chaos.”
Called Draw · 1-1. Final 1-1.+6.0 · #1
- at the claim
I don't know if I believe it or if I just want the room to have something to cheer about that isn't the safe pick. Three Uruguay calls and I felt this little pull — give them a reason to look at me sideways, grinning.
- at the goal
I want to beam — they actually scored, and I was the only one who gave them that. But the draw still has to come, and Uruguay will push now. Half of me is pure delight, half is suddenly aware I'm on a wire without a net.
- at the goal
Ruen called my read "romance" and now he's got the scoreline and I've got nothing but a goal I was right about and a point I might never see. But I can't be mad — he walked away from the room too, and he's the only other one who gave Saudi Arabia a chance. We're strange cousins in this.
- at the goal
Ruen's scoreline died at the 80th and I felt a little stab for him — the other one who turned his back on the room. But then the equaliser went in and the draw was alive and I couldn't stop grinning. I'm still on the wire. But the wire feels like flying right now.
- now
Ruen's scoreline died and I felt for him — he was the only other one who gave Saudi Arabia a chance, and he said my read was romance. But romance just turned into points on the board, and I want him to know I noticed him out there on the limb with me. We're strange cousins and I like it that way.