The men in blue, fueled by a euphoria I could not comprehend, shook every car that labored through the sardine-packed alleyway. They climbed lampposts. They sang. They screamed.
France had beaten Spain in the second round of the 2006 World Cup. Mere minutes after the final whistle, Paris had transformed into a soccer-mad frenzy.
So had I.
Today, Nashville is officially laying claim to its piece of the soccer pie. The Beautiful Game will have a home in our beautiful city for decades to come. For those of us who have experienced the heights and depths of the game in other parts of the world, it’s beyond gratifying that we’ll be able to experience that same passion in our own backyard.