Sevilla vs Elche: 90 Minutes of Football, Infinite Layers of Global Absurdity
Sevilla’s Ramón Sánchez-Pizjuán Stadium, 21:00 local time, Tuesday. The floodlights slice through Andalusian night like surgical lamps over a patient that keeps insisting it’s perfectly healthy. Sevilla—perennial Europa League addicts and Champions League group-stage escape artists—host Elche, the modest club from Alicante whose greatest international achievement is probably being mispronounced by British commentators (“El-chee? Elsh?…
