It’s 32 years since Diego Maradona went berserk down the barrel of a TV camera after scoring for Argentina; since Bebeto rocked an imaginary baby to sleep; since Roberto Baggio blazed his spot-kick into orbit (the tournament’s second worst penalty after Diana Ross’s blooper during the opening ceremony); since Carlos Valderrama wowed the world with his luscious blonde mop.
The visuals from the World Cup in 1994 were rich and cinematic, but does the beautiful game look that different on its return to the United States? Has football lost its style and soul? Or will this year’s tournament live just as long in the memory as its predecessor?
