Julian Quinones’ opening goal was a perfect little World Cup moment, as if bestowed from on high.
Also from on high: beer.
It rained indiscriminately down from the back seats. So did a seemingly endless supply of card sombreros, handed out before kick-off — decent souvenirs, sure, but even better frisbees.
The effect was dazzling, the sense of release palpable. After all the anticipation, all the nostalgia over Mexico’s World Cup heritage, this occasion could so easily have fizzled out, a party with an early curfew. Instead, it took flight.
@JackLang experiences excitement, nostalgia and about 43 metric tons of opening-day nerves at the Azteca.
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