A Day to Remember

Hello everyone, today I have to talk about a day that I remember especially, well it's something complicated since I have many days like this, but there is always one that comes directly to my mind and that's when I went to watch the Chile vs Spain in the World Cup in Brazil 2014. That day Chile won 2-0 and qualified to the last 16 of the World Cup. But the day was very long. Everything started in the city of Buzios, where we were staying my dad and I, plus other Chileans who had bought a tourist package, which guaranteed logistics and tickets. Unfortunately in the last one it failed. They did not have the tickets and saw with anger and grief as my dream was destroyed. My childhood friend who was also with me in buzios with his father and younger brother, had managed to have the ticket since they fought with the owner of the travel agency and this gave them the tickets that had. I was on the verge of collapse, the truth we began to mourn with my father, of pure impotence to have been deceived.

At that moment it occurred to my dad to go to the maracana stadium to see if we could resale, we went there and found tickets but these were handicapped and at a high price. But the dream was worth all the money we had, even loaned us. 

But we were afraid that they would let us out for the tickets, that's why we scared the people of the World Cup where the famous B door was, I still remember.

We arrived at door B we entered the entrance to get into the tourniquet and everything worked. When we entered, we burst into tears and climbed one of the temples of world football.

The rest is history.