06-18-2014, 01:35 PM
While we're waiting for a real cracker tomorrow, in which Spain not only has to beat Chili, but do it with at least a couple of goals (something they're not very good at), here an impression from the Guardian of this cracking Worldcup, at least so far:
As of Wednesday afternoon Brazil 2014 will be seven days old, a tournament that has so far unspooled relentlessly into a real-time montage of goals, attacking play and moments of grace and villainy ever since that thrillingly anxious opening night in São Paulo.
It is tempting, for the slightly hackneyed footballing romantic, to sense the hand of Brazil itself here. This is an oddly infectious country, a place where no matter how many layers of double glazing, no matter how air conditioned your interior, Brazil still seeps in at the edges.