Golden Memories

If it seems like a sort of strange time for an exhaustive retrospective defense of the 1994 World Cup, well, it is. And yet behold.

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About zachdundas

Freelance journalist. Author of The Renegade Sportsman (Riverhead Books). Thank you.
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One Response to Golden Memories

  1. I’ve always been kind of embarrassed to admit this was the first tournament that got me into football. I’m glad to know I wasn’t completely out to lunch. I was thirteen, maybe I was. But I could tell that Romario was doing something nobody else was.

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