Somewhere around 1971 or 1972 one of my dad's friends gave me a pile of English sports magazines. It was one of the best presents I ever got, although I think he was just clearing out junk. There was a set of something which may have been called Football Monthly , and a pile of something that could have been called Sports Illustrated although it didn't have any swimsuit models. They spanned a period from 1967 through to 1970, including the 1968 Olympics and the 1970 World Cup, both held in Mexico. I read those magazines over and over again, partly because I would read anything and partly because I loved sport. I was still young enough not to be blase about the unfolding drama. The writers speculated about who would win the World Cup and patriotically promoted England's chances. Then they gushed about the brilliance of the eventual Brazilian winners, and mourned the moments that cost England. They ran over the form guide for the blue riband events in the Olympics,
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