Mexico '70 sets the goal for World Cup

The World Cup, the movable feast is upon us.

I can't remember JFK in Dallas, though I do recall the newsflash about Bobby in California in 1968. And I certainly remember Mexico 1970. This was soccer as art, and no other World Cup has lived up to its splendor.

Brazil, the winner, was majestic, imperious, passing the ball with their heels, dummied, chested and stroked with finesse.