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Friday, June 16, 2006


Oh the beautiful game, and the dizzy delirium of living it today in Argentina. The joy of watching the boys clock up six sweet scores, with almost effortless precision. By now, I am one eighth Argentinian myself, having lived four of my thirty two years in the land of dulce de leche and Diego. And if what I experienced today is the equivalent of just one eighth of the heart-clattering ecstacy that pounded in the average Argentinian chest today, I have no idea how anyone survived.


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