So I woke up Saturday and put on my lucky Zidane jersey for the first time this tournament. I mean, I just wasn’t sure if, after the 2002 disaster, it had any magic. With my parents over, a hunk of morbier lait cru and my sister and the ex-patriot stoner frogs an international call away we sat down for the match. No match notes necessary, the
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