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They called it the Map — a mural-sized, antique globe painted onto the concrete wall above the old club’s locker room. It was less a geography lesson and more a manifesto: flags threaded into rivers, stadiums sprouting like citadels, transfer lines drawn in crimson ink from one capital to another. Each mark had a date and a name. Each name had once been important.
