Why World Cup whining is blind to the beauty of sports

By Jonathan Miles, The World Cup reaps its harvest in summertime. With each Cup, a fresh crop of fans spring from the earth like overnight mushrooms. Every fourth summer, flags and patriotic t-shirts and beach towels are snappily unfurled from dormancy. After the Olympics, this is the golden hour of international unfurling. In addition to all the fair weather patriot-fans,

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