If memory serves me right, these Brazilians know how to put on a show. In 1994, during the World Cup in the USA, the Brazilian National Team was staying just down the road from where I was living. We headed down to Los Gatos to watch a match, then stayed for the after party. Dancing in the streets, shouts of ecstasy, embracing atmosphere – all stuff we had never experienced before. It was quite a sight.
Let’s just hope Dunga hasn’t *totally* drained the fun from Brazil.