How the world’s names became American names, too
Notes on watching the World Cup
Let others haggle over hand balls. When I watch the World Cup, I track the names.
Caicedo. Van Dijk. Jalali. On the backs of players’ jerseys, a found poetry of humanity, the rhythms and melodies of every continent.
As I watched this year, it occurred to me: I recognized so many of these names — and not because I follow soccer. I recognize them because I’…
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