How I met your mother
The author relives his greatest World Cup moment.
Zinedine Zidane, 2006.
It was not love at first sight. She was cheering on the Azzurri. I was for Les Bleus. That she’s not Italian and I’m not French, did not matter. We teased each other as if we were. We met for the first time in that crowded, boisterous movie theater just outside of Washington D.C. A mutual friend invited us both to watch the World Cup final in 2006. Seven months later, we had a romantic spark, during another unplanned meeting at the now-defunct DC club, Agua Ardiente. We danced like Zidane in the Brazilian midfield. Now we’re married and have been for 9 years. Each World Cup final has become an unofficial anniversary for us, marking the (...)