It took three days to find the fans. By that I mean fan, singular. And, to be honest, I had to go looking for him – always a positive sign on the eve of a World Cup.
Samir was a sole Morocco shirt on the side of the road, negotiating a dusk-lit pavement strewn with lawless bricks that will probably be used to erect another new building before the morning. He too is searching for supporters in this sanitised land of shopping malls and motorways.
