Officially the best World Cup mascot ever!

The first World Cup that I can remember anything about was Spain ’82, when I was eight years old. That blistering goal against France in the first game, Keegan’s return from injury only to fluff the best chance against Spain, a German called Schumacher putting out the French opposition with extreme prejudice, Italy being actually good at football and winning…

But the most memorable thing for me about those games was the mascot, Naranjito, and the book that came out featuring him: World Cup Final in danger. God bless that heroic little orange!