Imagine being Lucas Moura at this very moment.
🇧🇷 David Neres on Lucas Moura:— Last Word On Spurs🎙 (@LastWordOnSpurs) May 6, 2020
👕 “I swapped shirts in the first leg, but the end of the second I didn’t even want to see his face.”
🤣 “If I got his shirt I guess I would burn it. Alright, f*ck it, I would frame it because he made history.”#THFC #COYSpic.twitter.com/3IrLhdQJzF
You’ve just scored a hat-trick to single-handedly drag your team to the Champions League final. It’s literally the stuff that dreams are made of.
The camera doesn’t take its focus off the Brazilian for nearly four minutes after the final whistle. It’s four minutes I’m sure he will never forget.
The adulation from his teammates, fans and manager. Football is a team game, but everyone wants to be the guy who scores the winning goal, the guy who everyone runs to at full-time, the guy who everyone is watching.
You know what I feel watching this? Firstly joy, and then sympathy. Lucas was robbed of his right to start in the final. Poch owed it to the winger and he took it from him. But nobody can ever take away these four minutes.