A list.
Item 1. The foul-on-keeper rule. Specifically, whether I actually understand it. I understand that Pablo put his arm across Raya's chest. I saw it. I understand that Raya is a man and not a tree. Beyond that, I am on uncertain ground, and I suspect everyone in the stadium is on uncertain ground, and I suspect at least two of the officials are on uncertain ground.
Item 2. Gabriel dos Santos Magalhães. Specifically, whether what Gabriel does on corners is different in kind or only in degree from what Pablo just did to Raya. I decide not to pursue this line of thinking.
Item 4. On a cellular level, two objects never literally "touch." In a sense, we are all in our own bubble of untouchable-ness.
Item 5. Time. Whether the minutes currently passing are real. The clock says 90+8 and has said 90+8 for what feels like a season. Outside, the grass has grown on a measurable molecular level. Inside, I am aging visibly. The game is still technically happening.
Item 7. Everything I have ever done and whether it amounts to anything. It does not feel like it amounts to anything. It feels like Pablo's arm is the only thing that has ever happened. It feels like Pablo is holding me back.
Item 8. A man in row J unwraps a sandwich. He has been waiting for this moment. He does not know that the goal will be disallowed. I do not know the goal will be disallowed. Right now, he is the happiest man in London. I am merely existing.
Item 9. The goal is disallowed. I exhale. Apparently I was holding my breath. Sixty-five percent of fans polled think VAR got it wrong. The camera pans to the grass, still growing. I close the app.
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