Seriously, I spent yesterday crying all over people in pubs from the moment the final whistle blew, allllll the way through the entirety of the post match celebrations and for [NUMBER REDACTED FOR REASONS OF TRYING TO RETAIN SOME COOL POINTS] hours afterwards. It was a really good day, is all.
11 times, bitches. (Haaaa, omg when he went up to get his medal, I may or may not have made a ridic choking noise in my throat and started fully sobbing on the dude next to me... who I only met in the game. UM, HE MAKES ME REALLY OVER EMOTIONAL, THAT GIGGS FELLOW.)
11 times, bitches. (Haaaa, omg when he went up to get his medal, I may or may not have made a ridic choking noise in my throat and started fully sobbing on the dude next to me... who I only met in the game. UM, HE MAKES ME REALLY OVER EMOTIONAL, THAT GIGGS FELLOW.)
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