You look at the national team and there’s no other: you convince yourself that you have to believe in it

You see him get up Dibu Martínez in the big box or in the small box when he drops the ball in each center. You see him head a ball that hangs from outside the net. And you convince yourself that there is faith.

you see it mill run, cover, pass, open and close. And you convince yourself that you have to believe.

you see them nice Romero dizzy without looking at the bank so that no one thinks of pulling it out. And you convince yourself that you have to believe.

you see it otamendi, firm, impassable, with captain’s badge without tape. And, yes, you convince yourself that you have to believe.

you see it cutter run like Molina, cover like Molina, pass like Molina, open like Molina and close like Molina. And you convince yourself that you have to believe.

you see it by Paul with your generosity to run and always be free to download. To be forever, ultimately. And you convince yourself that you have to believe.

you see it Walls who doesn’t mind being a piece of change after being the boss of midfield. He plays, hits, passes. And you convince yourself that you have to believe.

you see it Enzo Fernández playing as if it were in the neighborhood paddock. Becoming the leitmotif of the team and the best interpreter of that phenomenon that he wears the captain’s ribbon. And you convince yourself that you have to believe.

you see it Alexis MacAllister run, take a break, be supportive so the team is never lame. Vacuum cut to generate holes. And you convince yourself that you have to believe.

you see him running Giuliano Alvarez again and again to generate spaces and squeeze rivals. He has four goals in the World Cup. And you convince yourself that you have to believe.

You see everyone else enter and obey. Because everyone plays here. As if the national team were a big family. And you convince yourself that you have to believe.

you see them Scaloni, Aimar, Samuel, Ayala and all the technical staff think about matches You see them understand situations. You see them crying because their players do everything to the letter. And you convince yourself that you have to believe.

Messi is missing, yes. The best is missing. What will I tell you. With Messi you have to believe it. You have to dream. And you must have fun. Have a good time.

It doesn’t matter what happens on Sunday here in Lusail. It doesn’t matter if it comes mbappe with its spirits or if solidarity comes Morocco. You have to play and do everything that has been done so far. There is only one more push left. If the Cup arrives, it will be a well-deserved prize for a great team. If he throws another cursed dribble, what can he do? Everything was done right.

You have to love this team.

Must consider in this team.

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