So, in the end, we got a ‘Argentina gets the win but Mbappé gets the Golden Snitch’ type of thing.
(nevermind that Messi scored twice)
Six hours after the end of the game itself and people are still partying. It was amazing: city hall just decided to declare several traditional gathering spots to be the ‘recommended’ places.
After people started partying I decided to join the march towards the biggest of the nearest ones. It was a human tide that sort-of thickened gradually until at some point it became several city blocks' worth of people packed together (sidenote: everybody quarantined for coronavirus, right?). Some enterprising Chinese (in other countries they start restaurants, but here they manage convenience stores) cashed in by selling discount flags to any enthusiastic passer-by. There must have been a few tens of thousands of people there.
Thence I made my way to a thoroughfare where people were going to the Obelisk itself, where I just wouldn't go. On my way back I passed by the rally point (still going strong) and then dropped by another one, smaller but closer to home.
It apparently is thus everywhere.
Of course, at the Obelisk itself there's a crowd of maybe a million people.
The national football team™ is one of the few things that still have by-and-large unanimous support and trust from the general public.
The match itself was one for the ages in which two teams actually gave it all. Pity that Argentina still had Di María unfit for a whole 90-minute game, but at least he was there to play and score.
Control of the game went from one team to the other. France sort-of reacted by bits. A lot of it was just Argentina's merit in keeping France out of the game, which took a lot of effort.
The refereeing was quite good and not just for a tournament organised by FIFA itself. All three penalties were well-awarded, offside calls almost always spot-on, great.
As a matter of personal feeling, I wasn't that worried after France equalised because Argentina as a team had shown that it could overcome blows such as Australia's pulling one back or the Dutch equalising in injurious time to actually regain control of the match (the opposition's own worthy efforts notwithstanding). But that's also because after a couple of decades as a spectator I've seen everything… and also the TV broadcast was slightly delayed here so other people in the neighbourhood were calling out things a second or two in advance so there was comparatively little surprise. Things are as they are.
It was also somewhat poetic that the same player who handled the ball just two minutes from the end of extra time to give Mbappé his penalty (and third goal) then scored the fourth (and last) penalty in the ensuing shootout. Football has those weird things.
In Alex Ferguson's words, bloody hell.