The story of an unlikely hero (and a cursed jersey)
Imagine the scenario: tomorrow, Portugal plays against Spain in the World Cup. It's 36 degrees in Lisbon and your national team jersey is, at this very moment, wrinkled like a subway map after an hour in the bag. You want to look presentable for the game, but the idea of turning on the iron in this heatwave seems like a slow death sentence. The sweat dripping, the stuffy air, that steam smell that mixes with your own...