I’m still bleeding for Brazil
Newspapers, friends, websites, etc. everyone talks about the unexpected defeat of Brazil. I feel the pain, my heart continous to bleed for seeing them exit at the quarterfinals and the thought of watching four teams in the semi-finals without their green and yellow color is unbearable.
In the first half when Zidane clearly outplayed, outwitted the samba team, I could sense the butcher floating around waiting to crush Brazil straight to the ground.