France got that frightening ability to flip a switch in quarterfinals where they look beatable for 70 minutes and then just bury the game in two quick counters. Morocco’s first half pressing structure was genuinely suffocating and probably deserved more than it got on the scoreboard.
Duke vs UNC is legendary for the star power, but I'm taking the Egg Bowl every time because the pure unhinged chaos of two fanbases fighting over nothing except decades of grudges just feels more authentic.
My uncle met Don Shula at a golf outing years ago and said the man remembered every single player he ever coached by first name, even guys from the 60s.