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Rain lashed against my Berlin apartment window like nails on glass. Outside, gray October gloom swallowed the city whole, but inside, my palms were sweating. Mexico versus Brazil - a rivalry stitched into my DNA. For days, I'd hunted for a stream carrying home commentary, that visceral roar when the net ripples. VPNs choked, subscription services demanded passports I didn't have. Then I recalled María's drunken ramble at Día de Muertos last year: "When homesick, try TV Mexico HD."
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Rain lashed against the hostel window in Kraków, turning the medieval square into a blurry watercolor. I clutched my phone like a holy relic, knuckles white, as Club América faced a 90th-minute penalty. Four years studying in Europe meant missing every Liga MX match in real-time – until tonight. My Polish SIM card gasped for signal, the illegal stream stuttering like a dying engine. Then, black screen. Silence. I nearly hurled my phone at the Gothic gargoyles outside.
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Rain lashed against the Nairobi café window as my fingers trembled around a lukewarm macchiato. Somewhere over the Atlantic, Chivas and América were tearing each other apart in the Clásico Nacional – and here I was, stranded in a Wi-Fi dead zone, reduced to frantic WhatsApp pleas to my brother in Guadalajara. "Minuto 87 – ¿QUÉ PASÓ?" I'd typed, knuckles white. Three excruciating minutes passed before his reply: "¡Gooool Chivassss!" followed by twelve sobbing emojis. By then, the moment had curdl