This piece, we've probably read it somewhere before. But since it appears in the INTRODUCTION of this book, besides, I really like how the paragraph ends
-The Spanish captain Javier Duarte, having made history, was equally impassioned. After the Australians left, the Spanish danced. And danced. And danced some more.
They went on to a disco called Gaslight, where the players ended up onstage, and Ferrero, the lad with the face of a choirboy, performed what a local paper called "un simpatico y discreto striptease." There were shades of Australia's 1999 hero, Mark Philippoussis, in Nice, but without the accompanying female distractions.
By the time the kid presented himself just before noon the next day for a marathon session of interviews, the Davis Cup had done this for him: Sergio Tacchini signed him up for a four-year shirt contract; the tourist office of his home province, Valencia, tabled a bid to become his leading sponsor; Spain's top communications company, Telefonica, offered what it called a "supercontracto"; and the citizens in his hometown of Onterniente circulated a petition to raise a monument in his honor. Ferrero had dinner that night at McDonald's. -