|
The Festival of Football was unfolding in Sydney, the closest thing to an international showdown the football world had ever known. Three days, three games, three different strains of football, back-to-back-to-back, beer-to-beer-to-beer. . . . More than our pride and our brain cells were at stake, of course. For behind the smiles and beneath the neckties of the marketeers from the National Rugby League, the Australian Football League and the National Football League who were staging the festival, a war was being waged, a scrum for the hearts and minds and wallets of the Nashes and Ribs all over the planet, to resolve this question: Which game, as TV expands and the world shrinks, will be the global village's game?
|
