When you make individual errors you pay dearly for them

I woke up early in the morning, wore my football shoes;) While I wish that I had an Iranian jersey to wear.(buying a jersey is in the future plans for sure) I was running late, so I told ppl to go ahead and I joined them after I was done with tying the laces of my football shoes ! Anyways, I got to the bar and saw 4 Persians being surrounded with 40 Mexicans and that was the moment that I wished to have stick with me!With a ratio of 1 to 10 everyone would wish to have a gun, let alone the stick!!
An expert in football told me if Iranians play it well for the first 20 minutes, then we might have a high chance of winning. I was holding my breath for the first 20 minutes . Honestly I was so tense that I thought I should leave the bar and come back after 20 minutes, but then I don’t know what was it that made me to stay there and watch the game. I think it was about 30 minutes or so that Mexico scored a goal and I was like FUCK!!
All Mexicans were dancing and I was like “count the chicken after they hatch”. After all, I was damn right since their happiness did not last long, yeh, Iran scored a goal shortly after thier goal, and that was our moment to shine; all Mexican were quite and we were screaming I R A N, I R A N ….. Nothing is more powerful than a goal…That was the moment that I did not care about the ratio of 1 to 10...that was the Golden moment!
The first-half ended while no team was ahead and during the break we became friends with Mexicans and they were like yeh Iranians are good, I could feel them being worried and I was so hopeful that we would come out of this game proudly. I didn’t expect us to win; a draw would do it for me.
The second-half started and you could notice that Iranians were trying so hard to keep the record that they made. You could see too much defense and too much low self-confidence!
Everything was going alright until the last 20 minutes that our lovely goalkeeper made the most stupid mistake and Mexicans scored the second goal and I was like FUCKK. It didn’t take long that they scored the third one..FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. That did it for us and I knew that we couldn’t come out of this mess. I wanted to leave the bar, but then I thought maybe they do something during the last 10 minutes and as always I was wrong. No, miracles don’t happen and even if they do, they don’t happen to us!!!!!!

Anyways, I left the bar, took my pills, and ended up in my bed (since I was sick from the day before). I woke up 2 hours later and still couldn’t believe it,. I can’t believe how a mistake that an individual makes can ruin the game for all as Branko Ivankovic put it beautifully in simple words: “When you make individual errors you pay dearly for them”
I felt so bad for those guys, they tired so hard, sweat too much , and built their way up despite the obstacles !
They simply deserve more!
I think Iranians all around the world ,
those who watched it in the comfort of their homes,
those who watched it in a Perisan bar in the middle of a foreign land,
those who stood for more than 90 minutes to watch it in a store at the heart Tehran,
and those who went all the way down to Germany to cheer for their team,
they all deserve their victory!!!
…and finally I think TMP,
who woke up early ,
sat in a Mexican crowd( without a stick),
screamed at the top of her lungs while she was boiling from fever,
drank coffee that makes her sick,
deserves their victory!!

I’m just pissed now !!!!
…and will be till the next match…they better do better and kick some butts, so I can feel better after all!