So, the little guy dumps the big guy. That would be little Croatia putting the boots to Merry Olde England. Now Cinderella may get to dance with the Prince afterall. (Not Vladimir). Moscova, scene of the FIFA finale this Sunday, will feature a team from the smallest country ever to qualify for a finale. Croatia has barely 4 million folks on the roster of citizenship. England-lots more. Yes, it's shocking: watching grown men cry, pulling their hair(s). Pubs around the heath/green/pitch were suddenly silent as the clock ticked off the final seconds and reality came to take a seat next to the fans from hither and yon. How can it be? It was supposed to be the World Cup that defined the comeback of the founders of the game. But, no, the Croats had other ideas.
Who are these guys? They'll get a closer look(s) now from all over the world. Their lives will be scrutinized; their families scrutinized; their sins recalled; their email hacked; their Facebook page(s) plagiarized; their profiles falsified; their bank accounts tapped by North Koreans; their houses surveilled by Chinese secret service agents; maybe their blood sampled by WADA. Hmmm. All because of a victory over England.
Welcome to fame and, maybe. fortune. But, we'll see what France has left in the tank come Sunday.
Be There-I'm sure there are tickets to be had. Go to the back door of the Kremlin, ask for Vova.
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