I had never looked forward to a sporting event as I did the 1990 World Cup. ’86 had been wildly entertaining, but it had been hard to track—in that pre-historic era, my family got by without cable. For Italia ’90 though, I was set: It was a college summer, a friend’s house needed sitting, and they had that blessed early-’90s luxury: Cable television. The 1990 World Cup, to put it in crass terms, sucked. And it…
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This month, the World Cup in your ears, thanks to Tom Kludt, our man in Russia.
(Produced by Todd Mansfield)
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