Why Argentina won this penalty shootout before it even began

There was a huge disparity in support inside the stadium and Hugo Lloris may have regretted losing the coin toss before the shootout that decided this World Cup final

The noise was deafening, and with each step it got louder. The French players who trod the lonely walk to the penalty spot were met by a wall of whistles and boos from Argentina’s fans, and yet it added up to more than that: this was an animalistic howl of a noise, a piercing shriek which compelled them to take notice, to feel the fury in the air.

Kylian Mbappe did his best to ignored it – he had scored two penalties and a hat-trick already and he wasn’t about to miss now. 1-0. It rained down on Kingsley Coman like a storm, and it didn’t stop until he was repelled by the hands of Emi Martinez. 1-1. Then came Aurelien Tchouameni, and your stomach tightened for a 22-year-old in his first World Cup, because there was no sympathy where he was going.

When he got there, Martinez embarked on some prime sh**housery, flinging the ball in the other direction to stretch out the moment, and to assert his power. He dived the right way but Tchouameni was rattled and missed the target. 2-1. The screech beat down on Randal Kolo Muani, and he held his nerve. 3-2, but France had run out of time. Gonzalo Montiel strode forwards, rolled the ball into the bottom corner, and it was done.

Nobody remembers the entirety of a World Cup final, even if they witnessed it in flesh and bone; as soon the final whistle blows it’s impossible to relocate every ebb and flow of the game in our mind. Instead we’re left with a kaleidoscope of stills: Angel Di Maria twisting Ousmane Dembele into crisis; Nicolas Otamendi clattering into the legs of Kolo Muani; Mbappe wheeling away; Lionel Messi’s arms aloft; Mbappe wheeling away all over again. Then Martinez’s save, Montiel’s goal.

In the hours before kick-off, the hot air had crackled with anticipation. The road out of Doha to Lusail choked with traffic and the state-of-the-art metro-rail ground to a halt under the weight of thousands flooding to the stadium, and to the giant fan park a couple of stops apart. This World Cup still needed its definitive game, its enduring image, and surely over the course of this fantasy final – Argentina vs France, Messi vs Mbappe – they were going to get it. As it turned out, they got every image they could possibly have imagined.

But the turning point, the moment you knew this was going to be Argentina’s trophy, was none of those. At the end of extra time Hugo Lloris won a coin toss and picked France to take the first penalty. It was the statistically sound choice; the team shooting first wins more often than they lose. But Messi had won another toss to select the end at which they took them, and he chose Argentinian wrath. As soon as the crowd at that end understood, their response was triumphant, and as Lloris walked to his spot along the byline he may have considered that he’d given more than he’d gained.

The extent of the disparity in support of the two teams had quickly become clear hours earlier. Thousands of Argentina fans had come to witness history, making this a home match in everything but geography. There was barely a French shirt or tricolor flag in sight: not along the Lusail Boulevard supposedly designed upon the Champs-Elysees, nor along the wide gangways around this giant soup bowl of a stadium. Inside there were a few thousand France fans behind one goal, but the rest of the stadium was filled with the stripes of Argentina, broken up only by the occasional bright white cluster of men wearing the traditional thawb.

It was clear that the stadium was more than a venue – it was a vessel of support for Argentina, a cauldron in which to realise Messi’s destiny. Argentina came here with a defeat on their record, with a tricky penalty shootout against the Dutch navigated, an altogether choppier ride than the French. But they had enormous will, and to use a football cliche – oddly for a World Cup final – it felt for much of this game as if they wanted it more.

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Their motivation wasn’t to win Argentina’s third World Cup, but to win Messi’s first, his only. When they won the 2021 Copa America after so many failures, Angel Di Maria had scored the winning goal and Martinez had made crucial saves, but as soon as the whistle blew it was Messi they all ran to. Because it was Messi’s burden, and Messi’s catharsis too.

Now they were desperate to see him lift the World Cup. There were times here when it felt as if the momentum had got away, like when Mbappe’s second goal rippled the net and the breath was sucked out of them. Or when the referee pointed to the spot in extra time and the stadium fell to its quietest all night, their fans struck by shock. But before the shootout began, when the referee signalled towards the goal surrounded by Argentinian flags, at that moment it was done.