Through the fogged glass of my lens I follow both matches with sweat on my back. The sultry heat of the pool, the screaming of the crowd, the splashing of the water, I already know that I will never forget this. Both teams win. The roof flies off. Delighted with joy, as if we had thrown the ball into the opponent’s small goal ourselves, we party along and drive back to the center of the country, busily talking.
Through Ankie’s Lens: the blue shoe bags are ready…
