That 19 year old
kid then had the cheek to almost effortlessly dominate not just one of them, but both of them, for 90 minutes, his passing was superb, he battled, every time the spanish geniuses came forward, he was there with a crunching challenge to get the
ball, he had the confidence to demand the
ball off more
experienced teammates, no matter his situation, facing his own goal, tightly marked, it made no difference, he received the
ball and as a result of either his immense skill or his animalistic desire, he broke free of two of the best midfielders ever to grace a football pitch and effortlessly glided forward.
Before I break out my crystal
ball, let me tell you — as the
kids do on the first day of class — what I did this summer: I personally
experienced the seismic shift afoot in the art business.