I still don’t know what I watched today.
Ever since the final whistle I’ve been struggling to come up with an adequate sports equivalent. It’s been hours, I still don’t have one, and my brain now hates me.
This just doesn’t happen. I mean, this is the World Cup. This is the semifinals. Hell, THIS IS BRAZIL. A lopsided loss in football is 4-0. SEVEN to one, in this competition, on that stage, to that country, in that country is at the very least a sign of impending plague.
Brazil taunts other countries with their ostentatious footballing pedigree because as soon as one begins to fade, another arrives. No country can match this list of genius: Pelé, Garrincha, Zico, Romario, Rivaldo, Roberto Carlos, Ronaldo, Ronaldinho. The footballing world is never given an opportunity to catch up. They flick and trick you into…
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