Tag: Soccer

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A League of His Own

How Sepp Blatter controlled soccer.

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The Miami Connection

Billionaire Marcelo Claure wants to help David Beckham bring professional soccer to South Florida. He just doesn't want to talk about it.

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Reflections on Villaplane

A French soccer star's rise and fall from sports to cons to the Nazi Party.

"I watched, horrified, as she let Villaplane into her home, followed by three other men. I took aim, putting my finger on the trigger of my pistol. Then I remembered the Communist Party order not to assassinate individuals, and as the door closed, I ran to find my friends. It was too late: they had been arrested by the Brigade Nord-Africaine. An Arabic soldier pointed a gun at me, telling me to give up any weapons and join the others. My comrades and I were marched to a ditch and ordered to line up with our hands on our heads. I stood on the far right as three men in SS uniform marched into view."

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While The World Watched

The World Cup and Argentina’s “Dirty War.”

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Portrait of a Serial Winner

A profile of Luis Suarez.

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Soccer, Made in America

How coach Jurgen Klinsmann, “soccer’s Alexis de Tocqueville,” is trying to give the US an identity.

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Mr. Ten Percent

A profile of Chuck Blazer, “the man who built — and bilked — American soccer.”

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The Dream-Time of the World Cup

“Someone has sliced open soccer’s hourglass, and the sand has come pouring out on to the streets.”

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Nothing Can Stay Buried

A profile of Bosnian striker Vedad Ibisevic, who has come home after escaping the war more than 20 years ago.

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The Istanbul Derby

A trip to Turkey for a soccer game between bitter rivals and its accompanying madness.

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Running the Lines for Fulgence

In a Haitian tent city, a referee prepares for a soccer game.

"Almost unconsciously, I began gathering various items from the tent: my official registration card, a couple of Fox whistles, two pairs of black socks, a black undershirt, an armband, two flags, my kangaroo-leather turf shoes, and then three different jerseys that I had so painstakingly preserved. I stuffed all of this into an Agency sack, which I normally used for collecting my ration of nourimil cereal."