Second game in row with last minute Hrvatski heartbreak. A long ways away from when we were in country for our yearly family reunion/vaca and saw their miracle trip to the WC finals a few years ago. My younger son has 2 or 3 Modrić kits. His favorite player. He has a lot in common with him - stature, skills, drive, and…coincidentally, my kid’s name is the American version of his. Then the rollercoaster. The complete shock and disappointment of the missed penalty. Seconds later, the high on his face when Luka scored was awesome. But, the look he game me at the end was awful. He was gutted. Completely. A little later I had the talk, lol. Son, you just experienced the beauty and the misery that is being a true sports fan. Now get up, dust yourself off and practice some penalties. And he did.