My own abiding memory of the 2018 World Cup Final was not the atmosphere before, during or after the game; nor was it was not the array of talents and goals, or the extremely large number of Chinese media who had not been for the matches at Luzhniki previously. It was a moment that turned the heart crossways in me. As my co-commentator was following the action, to give me a water break, I spotted a uniform. Then another. I stood up and…