Yanina Latorre’s World Cup: footballers’ wives and the day I caused a scandal at the supermarket because they accused Diego

Oh boy please what happened? I had a bad time against Saudi ArabiaWhat a way to suffer, what a way to scream, what a way to complain (a LAUNCH mostly)… My morning was ruined I swear. I called him right away Diego (Latower, my husband, in case anyone doesn’t know, ha) and he’s still gamer-headed, he sees things differently. Then all the Zen people told me that “this is a game, that you can win or lose”, that a defeat “can help”. First I wanted to kill him but he ended up convincing me. It made me think that we’ve gotten too confident, that this could happen, and that you learn from everything. Now I’m in it.

Anyway, I was down, arguing with everyone… and getting depressed like everyone else. Because Saudi Arabia was a dumb team, just like Cameroon was at the time. And it makes you angry, even if Italia 90 was incredible. But anyhow, the next day I woke up with another wave and a great desire for revenge. Also, Mexico drew with Poland, and that was good, wasn’t it? So now it’s kill or be killed, we have two finals left, we will win and we will qualify, we have to keep that attitude.

The important thing now is the spirit of the player; the human factor is essential. because they are footballers they are not slavesThey hear everything that happens and is said about them. It hurts a lot to lose. And I know a lot about this.

After the game it’s terrible, the player just wants to switch off and be with his children, with his wife. Luckily they are all there in Qatar and could be seen. The women have gone to visit them: they enter the gathering, they have set up a special place for them, they gather in small groups, they drink mate, they chat, almost like prisoners. That’s what I was saying the other day, they are millionaire figures who do everything for the love of the shirt or the team. And well, the boys have been able to see family for a while and have wiped the slate clean, because there’s no time to get depressed. I know because I have the data.

That’s why I write now clarion and I think a thousand, I play that I’m a bit of a journalist. I know some of the wives of the boys from the national team and I know how all of this has suffered. So I hesitated to call them or ask them because it’s inconvenient, it’s shit. People glare at you, no one knows why. So I wrote to gallant shirtwho is the wife of Leandro Paredes and it’s a charm. But it was embarrassing, poor thing, because I didn’t know what to say to him. Oh, but he’s so divine…he Told me they’re reunited, that all the families are gone and what made them really goodand that they are ready for the next game. She was super nice and made me happy.

When he played, Latorre (yes, my husband) didn’t get depressed. What he did was come home and he didn’t talk to me, it didn’t matter if I won or lost. He would watch his plays on TV, pour himself a whiskey or two and go to bed around 5 or 6 in the morning. You couldn’t ask him if he played well, how he passed or if he had a callus. He was serious, mute, and got up the next day as if nothing had happened. I remember how bad it was with the scores of clarionon Monday at home it was forbidden to buy the newspaper!

And one also had a bad time. Once we went to the supermarket, after a match in which a penalty was missed, playing for Boca. Oh the penalties, what a fucking moment, he tells me the goal is too small for them. Well we were at the supermarket and the rude cashier picks him up and tells him “Latorre, you’re an ass, you missed a penalty”. They don’t know the scandal I made them! Diego stood still while I called the supervisor. What I want to explain to people is that the footballer unleashes passions but for them it’s a job, they leave everything behind. He doesn’t want the supermarket cashier to scold him because he missed a penalty.

And the journalists, what pancakes, I warned them! Before Saudi Arabia, Scaloni was a genius. Now they’re complaining that they’re all injured, that they’ve put together the wrong team, that they’ve made the wrong changes, that it’s bitter… they’re killing it, cheeks! It’s not all Scaloni’s fault, it’s the player who decides. Also, let’s not forget the goals that canceled us out… THE VAR! Can I talk about the VAR? I will talk about the VAR.

VAR has ruined football folklore. And I discuss it with anyone, even with Diego who is in favor of technology. We can no longer criticize the referee, we must hate a computer. To a computer! How can someone make a joke, I don’t know where they made it up, and tell you it wasn’t a goal “for a shoulder”. I prefer the linesman or whatever he’s called now, I’m honest with you, with all his mistakes. The human is wrong but there is the mystique of complaining, we are left without that. Now all of a sudden you look at yourself, you shout a goal, they make it 2-0, then you see it’s 1-0 because he had a lock of hair beforehand. Stop fucking me… VAR ruins football. Besides, it’s a debate for another day: why so much obsession with finding something perfect when there are so many imperfections in football?

Finally, I want to talk about the stupidity of referring to someone as “mufa”. Can you be so trash? about chapu martinez It’s driving me crazy, poor boy. He records himself as he cries, his family is threatened, how horrible and stupid at the same time, we don’t know more. After that, we’re the same ones talking about bullying. With Tini StoesselSomething similar happened, they hit De Paul by screwing her. You know I have a soft spot for Martina, who is a star and a sweet person, because I’m a family friend. But I saw that they made memes, jokes in bad taste. Do you think De Paul, or any other player, remembers his girlfriend when she enters the field? No, they forget everything. All this really depresses me, it’s pathetic.

This Saturday at 4pm against Mexico, always in front of the TV, all with good vibes. I’ll be alone and at home screaming, with my kids shitting my farts from his room, as I already told you I live the games. I hope I don’t suffer so much! Or rather, may that cursed VAR not make us suffer so much! I still have a lot of faith in the SelectionWe’ll talk in a few days.