World Cup. The first one I went to was Italia 90. It blew my mind being part of that global party - accessible to all including a teenager with £200 and a sleeping bag (plenty for two matches and a million laughs).
Over time that ideal has been corrupted.
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Twenty-five years after Gazza’s tears, Pavarotti, Toto Schillachi, World in Motion and the joy of Cameroon, the memories of an era-defining tournament still remind us of when even a World Cup was a sm...
