Where Still in Vancouver. Sitting on Jericho Beach yesterday as my friends bounded in the surf. A man is sitting on a log nearby scribbling away in a notebook. Here's what happened: --- He gets up and strides over to me. I see that he's about 60 years old, tall and thin. He says, "I solved it. I finally solved it!" He's intense and enthusiastic, talking to me, but I could just as well be another log on the beach. --- "The 1970 World Cup," he says. "England vs. Germany. Quarter finals. England is ahead 2-0. There's 25 minutes left to play. England won four years earlier. I was 12 years old. They were going to win the 1970 too. Twenty minutes before the end of the game, Alf Ramsey, the manager, substituted Bobby Charlton, the team leader, for another player - Colin Bell. Bell was a great player, as good as anyone, but that didn't matter. Bell, a young guy, was not feared by the Germans. That's why the Germans won. When Charlton was benched, the Germans lost their fear." --- Germany won 3-2 in overtime. --- "I'm not English," the man said. "I'm Hungarian, but I'm a football man." --- That really happened. Here's a guy visiting Vancouver, sitting on the beach, and the whole time - for 46 years actually - he's been turning over and over in his mind the defeat of England in the 1970 FIFA world cup. Go figure.