The ecological time bomb that hums in the background of a baking North America is supposed to fill us with dread but in all honesty seeing the sun beat down on the players, it’s difficult not to bask in the warm glow of a summer World Cup. The first in eight long years hits with a wave of nostalgia. It’s a cliché to say there is nothing like it but there is nothing like it. The wall charts, the pub gardens, the history, the golden-domed trophy...even in its new form the World Cup is irresistible.