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un’estate italiana / chapter three

“What did you feel when the last penalty went in?”, I ask. Serafín Vazquez’s smile contorted as he wrangled to keep his emotions in check. “I hate it when you ask that kind of question”, he replied. We are in a VIP lounge at the Madrid-Barajas airport. We’ve taken the opportunity to meet up, as […]

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