Somewhere I have a photo of me holding a real World Cup winner's medal. But I won't look for it because today is not about me.
A friend, a former work colleague, a guy very passionate about his tennis as he was about everything else he did, was happy to tell me that his grandfather was a Fifa vice-president. It was probably 18 years ago that I was at his parents house and he was determined to show me the medal that his mother had from her father. The photo was taken and I think he was as happy as me that he could share this with somebody who would really appreciate it.
Today I was shocked and saddened to hear that that memory will be our last shared World Cup moment. Rest in peace, Adam. Everything else I write seems irrelevant now.
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