“I think I’m in love with Pirlo.” This was the text message I sent my husband towards the end of final match between France and Italy in the 2006 World Cup Final in Berlin. He was sweating it out live there; I was sweating it out before my television here. It was a burst of brilliance on […]

Yes, we’re going. It started out obvious enough. “When will you ever again get the chance to see World Cup soccer played in the country that has come to be the embodiment of the sport that is in your DNA, the only country that surpasses yours (Italy) in World Cup championships, not to mention all […]