Back in July 1994, and for reasons that aren't relevant now, I found myself watching Spain's last-sixteen round World Cup match against Switzerland in beautiful Rome, Italy. Given the scorching heat outside and the lack of time to find another place to watch the match, I decided to stay in at the Italian version of Fawlty Towers, my shoddy hotel for a full week, and hit its bar despite the out of order air conditioning.
Javier Clemente, Spain's boss at that time, had selected a quite ...
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