Man. If our boys can pull this off, I don’t even know what I am gonna do with myself. I’ll probably just sit quietly for a while. Maybe cry.
It’s just been such a long and painful journey. I am 39. I know my wait pales in comparison to a lot of you. But it’s not insignificant. I have watched, with all my heart behind them, six failed World Cup qualification cycles. My grandparents on my dad’s side are from Italy. So 1994 was an eye opener into the beautiful world of international soccer. My first question about it was “why isn’t Canada here?” Ever since then I have obsessed over it. Man. Eight games into this, out of 14? First place? Top three auto qualify? Fourth plays a team at best 110 in the world? I feel the tears welling. Omg.
Anyway. Allez.