Escribe el amigo JPV que el Mundial vuelve al Tercer Mundo por primera vez desde el 78. Ey, Jay Pee, México también es Tercer Mundo! Y más vale que no lo olvidemos — me parece que sos de la quinta que vio el Mundial 86. Lo que sí: por primera vez desde Argentina 78 será un Mundial jugado en invierno. Los ingleses lo ven con esperanza:
World Cups are hot. Everybody knows that. Teams are always having to acclimatise and remember to take on fluids. Players are always moaning about how much weight they’ve lost during a game. Chasing and harrying are curtailed, the game is played at a slower pace, possession is prioritised, and so England never win. And yet, if you look at the aftermath of Argentina’s victory in the final in Buenos Aires in 1978, you see their manager, Cesar Luis Menotti stalking about with his collar turned up and his head wreathed in his own breath (and cigarette smoke, of course). It turns out the rumours are true: in the southern hemisphere, they do have their winter in our summer.
Johannesburg is at the same latitude as Buenos Aires, and stands 5,750 feet above sea level. Coming back from Bloemfontein after the semi-final between US and Spain, we had to scrape ice off the windscreen. By day, in the sun, it can be in the mid-20s, but by night it’s properly cold. Which will suit England.
De paso: qué buenos son los blogs del Guardian. Fijaos, si no, la fabulosa comparación entre Padraig Harrington -campeón en tres majors- y Ángel Cabrera -dos-. Mientras Harrington se explaya sobre los resultados de haber llevado su swing al laboratorio, Cabrera pregunta dónde puede comerse un bife.