While I was stuck near work in Washington Heights today, glad at least Embry watched the classic Spanish display of class against Germany at a proper venue.
All in all, Telegraph’s Ian Chadband said it better than I could. Més que un club!
Admittedly, I’ve been hovering on the reflective side as of late. I’m finding it a bit difficult to pay attention to who is winning and who is losing with projects like this beautiful series floating around.
But can’t wait for a weekend of the best kind of football coming up. A new name shall be inscribed on the cup, and we’re bound to see something truly beautiful from the most talented teams at this tournament.
On the creepy, random side: world cup trophy made of cocaine?
i wasn’t expecting to watch today’s spain/germany match. in fact, i was expecting to sit at work for eight hours and be very productive. but a friend invited me to la nacional, a spanish restaurant downtown, and i couldn’t say no. this only happens once every four years, and spain is my team now, since they’re the last team in that speaks one of my two languages. it seemed like every spaniard in new york was packed inside the crowded basement with at least seven tv screens, the sangria and screams flowing.
