Indeed, when Henri Camara scores a scintillating sudden-death goal in the 104th minute to send Senegal to the quarterfinals, Mardi Gras, Carnival and Freaknic erupt simultaneously inside Africa and also outside on 116th, where hundreds are literally dancing in the street. Allasane Djigal, a 28-year-old Senegalese whom I've known for four hours, grabs my hand and yells, "I told you so! I told you so!" and claps me on the back.
It is 4:41 a.m. in Harlem but time to hoof it crosstown. Ireland- Spain kicks off at 7:25, and if you're not at Fiona's by 6:30—it's the Irish joint on First Avenue—well, you'll never get in the door.