Crazy. Heartbreaking. Transcendent. Maddening. Glorious. Exhausting.
What we saw at the World Cup
The New York Times Magazine
July 26, 2026

By now, you’ve probably seen images of the 2026 World Cup — the slide shows and reels and supercuts of great moments. But I have my own private highlight reel — and it is very different. That’s because this summer, for the first time in my life, I went to see the World Cup in person.

Soccer is a perfect sport for screens. It is flat, green, beautiful, geometric, legible. It feels healthy, like eating fresh lettuce with your eyes. It works equally well on a laptop screen or an airplane screen, a screen the size of a building or a tiny screen you hold in your palm. You can watch it closely or just leave it on in the background, like an aquarium.

This year, however, I went beyond the screens. I took my human body to the real-world source of all the images. And I didn’t just go once: I went and I went and I went and I went. When you go in person, you get the actual world. You see everything it takes to make that sacred space exist.

A bearded man wearing a hat and glasses and an event pass hanging from his neck stands in front of a mural illustrated with images of famous Argentine soccer players.

My (Crazy, Heartbreaking, Glorious) World Cup Adventure

Soccer is perfect for screens. But being there in person showed me a side of the sport — and of my fellow human beings — that I’ll never forget.

By Sam Anderson and Sara Messinger

Some of Us Got Tired of Lionel Messi, but He Won Us Over. Again.

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Messi and players.

The Perishable, Never-Ending Genius of Lionel Messi

How are his legions of fans savoring what could be the last World Cup of their idol? I dove into a sea of screaming Messis to find out.

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Photo illustration by Justin Metz

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I Still Prefer to Ask Jeeves

Listen: you can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, and you can’t write about trends among Gen Z and Gen Alpha without angering a few Boomers and Gen Xers. This week, Sophie Haigney wrote about how some young people are no longer “Googling” things; instead, they call looking for information on the internet “searching it up.” Of course, the reaction to this — and, more likely, the headline we put on the story — was ferocious. We won’t put in the newspaper that they got mad, but why not this little newsletter?

Some of the highlights:

Thank you for telling me how to sound like a 13-year-old. Should I decide, upon retirement, to re-enter middle school, this will be very useful.

I don’t know why we’ve let Gen Z and Alpha be the arbiters of style, taste, and language when they’re all walking around dressed like our dads on vacation in 1987 while thinking saying “six seven” is the height of comedy.

Why the obsession with “old” being placed in a negative light? I’m fine with the change between what was done and what is happening now. Progress and change are important. Can’t getting older and being younger both be given equal weight where none are more valuable than the other?

Why would I care to emulate the language patterns of an inattentive generation with skyrocketing rates of illiteracy? Kids are barely required to complete novels in school anymore, and they certainly aren’t picking any up during their own leisure time. Seriously: why should “the Olds” among us care what younger people might have to say about our syntax? While I’m here, I don’t care what they have to say about the way we dress or do our hair, either.

Your headline is ageist and symptomatic of a real issue: that age is bad by definition. Age happens to everyone, and it’s not bad or good. It just is. “Outmoded” might have been a better choice. I expect better from the NYT.

That’s all for this week. Email us at magazine@nytimes.com with your thoughts, questions and feedback.

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