It all started 3 months ago. It was my birthday, I came home from school and was excited to open my presents. After I had opened some few things I came to a little present, it looked like a letter, but it wasn’t. It was from my mom and dad. The first thing I saw was the Manchester United logo. it didn't really hit me, but when i started to read the words I was getting more and more excited cause then i knew what we were going to do.
The letter said: We are going to see your loving team play against PSG.
4.3.2019 we are gonna take a flight 2 days before the game. We stay in a hotel until the game starts.
So i will go on vacation and get to see a game with my favorite team. I was one of the happiest, if not the happiest guy on earth.
Man U had made the way to the quarterfinals, when they matched up with PSG.
At 21:00 the game started and I had put myself in place and was ready to watch.
Man u started good off, had the ball control, looking confident, but it all turned around in the second half. still 0-0 50 minutes in. 3 minutes later they got a corner kick to Kimpembe on head and it went in. 1-0 deserved, PSG is on a better day, but I was only thinking about how it was affecting the game we were going to see. 6 minutes later PSG scored 2-0, it didn't look good. Not a big chance they are going further.
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