Algeria won the Africa Cup of Nations for the second time on Friday when a freak second-minute goal by Baghdad Bounedjah gave them a 1-0 win over gallant Senegal in the final.

Bounedjah stunned the Lions of Teranga with a shot which took a wicked deflection off Salif Sane and looped over the bewildered goalkeeper Alfred Gomis and into the net.

Algeria, who committed 32 fouls according to official match statistics, sat back after that and had to scrap for their win in a match that was certainly not a classic but was tense and gripping throughout.

Senegal, beaten by Cameroon on their only previous appearance in the final in 2002, were awarded a penalty for handball in the second half but the decision was revoked following a VAR review.

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The final whistle provoked wild celebrations among the large contingent of travelling Algeria fans. It was a fitting end to a tournament that, with 24 teams for the first time, produced plentiful drama even if quality was sometimes lacking.

"This has been tough," said Algeria coach Djamel Belmadi, who has restored order to the team after a turbulent period which saw them employ seven coaches in three years.

"I am very, very happy, for the country, for the people who have waited for this for a long time. It's the first time we have won it outside our country, it's simply extraordinary.

"They say you don't play finals, you win them, I don't really believe that," he added. "We prepared and wanted to play against this talented team, Senegal. It wasn't our best match. We didn't have ball possession nor impose our play."

Senegal were missing Kalidou Koulibaly, arguably Africa's finest defender, through suspension and his absence was quickly felt.

The game got off to an extraordinary start when Bounedjah collected the ball, burst forward and unleashed a shot that took a wicked deflection off Sane.

Gomis stayed rooted to the spot, seemingly thinking that the ball was going out, but it dipped under the bar.

But Algeria sat back and allowed Senegal to claw their way back into the game.

They had a major let off in the second half when Ismaila Sarr burst down the right and fired a low cross into the middle.

It struck Adlene Guedioura's arm and, although it seemed impossible for the Algerian to get out of the way, the referee pointed to the spot but then changed his mind after a VAR review.

Algeria had another let off shortly afterwards. Cheikhou Kouyate sent Mbaye Niang clear and he took the ball around Rais Mbolhi but shot into the side-netting.

Youssouf Sabaly then produced a vicious dipping shot which Mbolhi did well to tip over the bar before Sarr volleyed over with the goal at his mercy.

"We conceded way too early," said Senegal coach Aliou Cisse, who played in the side beaten on penalties in the 2002 final and grew up in the same Parisian suburb as his opposite number.

"I think over the course of the match, we deserved to equalise. Tonight, I wanted to congratulate my players. We've been here for 46 days. We wanted it, but it wasn't our night."

The first El Trafico of 2019 is set for Friday night at Dignity Health Sports Park, reigniting Major League Soccer's newest, but perhaps most fascinating rivalry.

The game has everything you'd want out of a Tinseltown showdown: plenty of star power, some big story lines, and a host of intriguing subplots. One team is trying to stake its claim to soccer supremacy in Los Angeles, while the other is trying to claw back a bit of respect from its upstart neighbor.

Here's everything you need to know for the Los Angeles derby that has been cleverly named "El Trafico" in a town known for its gridlock.

LA Galaxy vs. LAFC

When: Friday, 10 p.m. ET, live on ESPN.

Backstory: LAFC enters El Trafico on pace to break MLS records for points, goals scored, goal differential, and a host of others. Bob Bradley's outfit is setting new standards midway through its second season and looks near unstoppable. Friday night is about continuing that march.

The Galaxy is more of a mixed bag. Guillermo Barros Schelotto's first season in Los Angeles hasn't been easy, with a rash of injuries and a dodgy defensive play hurting the club's consistency. Zlatan Ibrahimovic remains largely himself and can turn a game on its head, but the margins are smaller for the older LA club.

LAFC wasn't able to beat the Galaxy in its inaugural season, so Friday night is a chance to claim bragging rights for the first time.

How they match up: The task is significant for the Galaxy on the defensive end, with LAFC possessing a host of dangerous players and an intricate passing game that can pull teams apart in an instant. Expect Barros Schelotto to have a plan to slow down Carlos Vela -- whether that plan works might decide the game.

The Galaxy's star to watch: Ibrahimovic. Still capable of the astounding, the 37-year-old dominates attention when the Galaxy are on the attack. Depending so heavily on one player doesn't usually count as a sound strategy, but LA gets away with it because Zlatan is that good. Ibrahimovic has a penchant for the dramatic, something worth watching for on Friday night.

LAFC's star to watch: Vela. The Mexico international is having a historic season, leading the league in goals (19) and assists (12) while keying most of what LAFC does on the attacking end of the field. His legendary left foot is a constant danger and even when not threatening goal himself, his movement opens space for the rest of LAFC's attacking contingent.

X factor, LA Galaxy: Jonathan Dos Santos. As Dos Santos goes, so goes the Galaxy. If the Mexican midfielder can be a disruptive force in the center of the field and help slow down the transition game orchestrated by Latif Blessing and his cohorts, the Galaxy have a chance. Dos Santos is also a threat to score from distance.

X factor, LAFC: Diego Rossi. Rossi isn't the dynamic skill player that Vela is, but the Uruguayan has a nose for the goal that's almost unmatched in MLS. Vela rightly gets the lion's share of attention, but it's Rossi who will take advantage if the defense overcommits to stopping the Mexican star.

The Galaxy need to ... keep Vela from getting the ball in space on the right, where his ability to cut inside creates nightmares for even the best defensive units.

LAFC needs to ... stick with what it does best, pinging the ball around the midfield trio before going wide to the feet of Vela and Rossi. The goals will come.

Prediction: LAFC 3, LA Galaxy 0. These teams are not particularly close at the moment. LAFC is better and will show it.

Essex 226 for 4 (Delport 129, Lawrence 57*) beat Surrey 174 for 7 (Burns 47*, Quinn 3-34) by 52 runs

Cameron Delport smashed an astonishing 129 from only 49 balls as Essex crushed Surrey by 52 runs in their Vitality Blast battle at Chelmsford that had been reduced to 15 overs per side because of a rain delay.

It was carnage and had the crowd repeatedly taking evasive action as a torrent of sixes rained down upon them. In all Delport cleared the ropes on 14 occasions while recording the fastest century in the competition by an Essex player.

He reached three figures from only 38 deliveries but was not the only one that had the spectators ducking for cover as Essex ran up a remarkable 226 for 4.

Dan Lawrence joined in the big-hitting spectacular with an unbeaten 57 from 22 balls that included six sixes and two fours. He reached his half-century from just 17 deliveries while creating another slice of Essex history. It was the fastest 50 for the county in the competition and with Delport added 135 in only seven overs.

Delport walked off to a standing ovation after being caught on the long-on boundary off Jade Durnbach, the only Surrey bowler who emerged with decent figures. His permitted three overs went for only 21 while in complete contrast Tom Curran conceded 63 in his permitted three overs while being hammered for six sixes and five fours.

Surrey needed something bordering on the miraculous if they were to make a fight of it and Will Jacks very briefly suggested the impossible might be achieved. He smashed four successive fours in Shane Snater's opening over and then dispatched the first two deliveries from Matt Quinn for six.

But in the same over, one which proved remarkable, he was caught at midwicket by Ravi Bopara. That was the first of three wickets that Quinn collected in the space of four deliveries as Surrey crashed to 32 for 4. Sam Curran was caught behind while Ben Foakes was caught in the deep. Adam Zampa then weighed in with the dismissal of Rikki Clarke, the third duck of the innings as the visitors lurched from one disaster to another.

Aaron Finch who watched the demise of his colleagues at the other end did his best to give the Surrey innings a hint of respectability by making 40 from 19 balls, that included two sixes and four fours, before he was bowled by Bopara.

Tom Curran's night to forget was compounded by him scoring only four runs before he became a victim of Snater.

Rory Burns and Jordan Clark also tried bravely whilst scoring 47 not out and 45 respectively at better than a run a ball as they posted a partnership of 79 in seven overs late in the innings but it was not enough to save Surrey from their first defeat at the hands of Essex in five matches in the competition, as their innings closed on 174 for 7.

The first El Trafico of 2019 is set for Friday night at Dignity Health Sports Park, reigniting Major League Soccer's newest, but perhaps most fascinating rivalry.

The game has everything you'd want out of a Tinseltown showdown: plenty of star power, some big story lines, and a host of intriguing subplots. One team is trying to stake its claim to soccer supremacy in Los Angeles, while the other is trying to claw back a bit of respect from its upstart neighbor.

Here's everything you need to know for the Los Angeles derby that has been cleverly named "El Trafico" in a town known for its gridlock.

LA Galaxy vs. LAFC

When: Friday, 10 p.m. ET, live on ESPN.

Backstory: LAFC enters El Trafico on pace to break MLS records for points, goals scored, goal differential, and a host of others. Bob Bradley's outfit is setting new standards midway through its second season and looks near unstoppable. Friday night is about continuing that march.

The Galaxy is more of a mixed bag. Guillermo Barros Schelotto's first season in Los Angeles hasn't been easy, with a rash of injuries and a dodgy defensive play hurting the club's consistency. Zlatan Ibrahimovic remains largely himself and can turn a game on its head, but the margins are smaller for the older LA club.

LAFC wasn't able to beat the Galaxy in its inaugural season, so Friday night is a chance to claim bragging rights for the first time.

How they match up: The task is significant for the Galaxy on the defensive end, with LAFC possessing a host of dangerous players and an intricate passing game that can pull teams apart in an instant. Expect Barros Schelotto to have a plan to slow down Carlos Vela -- whether that plan works might decide the game.

The Galaxy's star to watch: Ibrahimovic. Still capable of the astounding, the 37-year-old dominates attention when the Galaxy are on the attack. Depending so heavily on one player doesn't usually count as a sound strategy, but LA gets away with it because Zlatan is that good. Ibrahimovic has a penchant for the dramatic, something worth watching for on Friday night.

LAFC's star to watch: Vela. The Mexico international is having a historic season, leading the league in goals (19) and assists (12) while keying most of what LAFC does on the attacking end of the field. His legendary left foot is a constant danger and even when not threatening goal himself, his movement opens space for the rest of LAFC's attacking contingent.

X factor, LA Galaxy: Jonathan Dos Santos. As Dos Santos goes, so goes the Galaxy. If the Mexican midfielder can be a disruptive force in the center of the field and help slow down the transition game orchestrated by Latif Blessing and his cohorts, the Galaxy have a chance. Dos Santos is also a threat to score from distance.

X factor, LAFC: Diego Rossi. Rossi isn't the dynamic skill player that Vela is, but the Uruguayan has a nose for the goal that's almost unmatched in MLS. Vela rightly gets the lion's share of attention, but it's Rossi who will take advantage if the defense overcommits to stopping the Mexican star.

The Galaxy need to ... keep Vela from getting the ball in space on the right, where his ability to cut inside creates nightmares for even the best defensive units.

LAFC needs to ... stick with what it does best, pinging the ball around the midfield trio before going wide to the feet of Vela and Rossi. The goals will come.

Prediction: LAFC 3, LA Galaxy 0. These teams are not particularly close at the moment. LAFC is better and will show it.

LOS ANGELES -- Early June, morning. Zlatan has just finished wind-sprinting, vomiting and showering (in that order). The hurling -- it's standard. "I need to suffer today," he tells the LA Galaxy's physical trainer upon arriving at the team's facility. Which the trainer took to mean: again.

"I need to work," Zlatan explains. "When I suffer, I feel good." It's a theatrical and self-regarding thing to say. He clearly knows it, and knows that I know it, too. Which is why, being Zlatan, he then issues a pirate's grin and doubles down. "You just missed it! Five minutes ago, I could not breathe, I was throwing up so hard. You see? This is the way I work: very hard. I always say, 'Let's drag out the maximum from my body.'"

It's working -- and how. Thirty-seven years old, this guy! To behold Zlatan is to pose a series of rhetorical questions. Do you know how old that is for a professional athlete of any stripe? But especially for a soccer player and for a center forward at that? By all rights, Zlatan ought to be a past-tense figure by now, remembered for being the John McEnroe of soccer: touched, insolent, dazzling, infuriating, balletic, mouthy, inventive, clownish, immortal. He blew out his right knee playing for Manchester United in the spring of 2017, for crying out loud. Should have been game over, right?

But you know Zlatan. And you know what came next. If you don't on either count, first: You've been off planet. Second: The surname is Ibrahimovic; he's known in the soccer world as "Ibra" or, simply, Zlatan.

Also, a reminder: On March 29, 2018, Zlatan and his English bulldog flew from his home country of Sweden to California. On the 30th, after being introduced to his new LA Galaxy coaches and teammates and practicing for 20 minutes, he submitted to an examination by a team doctor, who strapped him to a machine, scanned the readout and told him what he already knew. "You're very tired. You shouldn't play tomorrow." On the 31st, in the first-ever El Trafico game against LAFC, Ibra sat on the bench while the home crowd chanted his name. Thunderously. Ceaselessly. Until coach Sigi Schmid couldn't take it anymore and, 26 minutes into the second half, sent his new No. 9 onto the pitch. Six minutes later, LAFC goalkeeper Tyler Miller cleared the ball about 70 meters, from the right side of his box. A Galaxy defender headed the ball back over the center circle in a slow, bloopy arc. It took one high bounce, then anoth... no, actually, it didn't.

Before we go any further, you need to know that what happened next was, is, uniquely Zlatan. Now, in statistical and analytical terms, he's probably the third-greatest player of this era after Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo. All three are not only great finishers but great creators who elevate the play of their teammates. Messi's genius is low to the ground, squirrelly, a quick accretion of darts and scurries dictated by his bat-gene echolocation. Ronaldo's genius is all about aerial beauty -- that perfectly balanced matador's chassis of his -- and his dribbling and, once upon a time, blinding pace. Zlatan's is a pirate's genius, full of drunken daring and sword-through-the-Gordian-knot solutions. He possesses an inventiveness, a gleeful and childlike (haters would say childish) willingness to envision superheroic possibilities for himself that is unique in this era, and maybe in the history of the game. Goals that can be described as artful and transcendent, yes, but also as silly, preposterous, wacky, arrogant, jejune and just straight-up stupid.

Know this, then, about that El Trafico ball that didn't take a second bounce because it can be said of countless goals Zlatan has scored since his professional debut with Malmo in 1999: Ninety-nine out of 100 wouldn't have dared it. Wouldn't even have thought it. They'd have let that ball settle, controlled it and looked for options. But Ibra took the ball at chest level and volleyed a 41-freaking-meter line drive over Miller's head and into the back of the net. Six minutes in. Virtually his first touch as a Major League Soccer player after being sidelined for nearly a year.

With that one touch, along with a stoppage-time header that helped the Galaxy overcome a 3-0 deficit to win 4-3, Ibra instantly became what he remains today, on the eve of another El Trafico: one of the greatest players in MLS history. And to be clear, we're not talking "greatest" in the Pele-NASL sense -- as in a football deity who was great a long, long time ago on a pitch far, far away in Europe or South America, then came to America to capitalize on his name recognition. Zlatan's is a present-tense "greatest."

"From the moment he arrived, his goal ratio has been ridiculous, nearly one-a-game. And these volleys and bicycles where this 6-foot-5 giant is flipping himself all over the place with the power and control of a 5-foot-5 gymnast? At the age of 37!" says the Galaxy's technical director, Jovan Kirovski, who played professionally in Europe for more than a decade. "It's getting to a place where I'm saying, and I know the coaches are saying, 'Stay high and score goals -- don't worry about chasing!' But he keeps delivering."

"I don't come here because of what I did before," Zlatan says. "I come here to demonstrate who I am. I come here to provide."

Provide? An interesting word choice. Not wrong, but not exactly right, either. The first time he uses it, I chalk up its use to the fact that Zlatan's English is very good but not great -- not yet attuned to idiom. But as he continues, not only to use it but to stress it, it becomes clear that he's fully aware of all the extra-soccer connotations the word carries. In fact, that's his point: He wants you to know that he's come to Los Angeles not to score goals, but to give and provide them.

"I believe I see things before it happens," he says.

"There are many things about you that don't make sense," I reply, nonresponsively, thinking of how odd it is for a muscle-bound guy to have some of the finest needle-threading foot skills the world has seen.

"Like the goal against England," he continues.

"I was going to ask you about that next!"

"You see? I know the future. Now tell me: How many would do that?" He answers before I can: "Only a crazy man!"

People will forever argue about which goal is the greatest ever scored. But the greatest volley goal -- this is it, right?

November of 2012, playing for the Swedish national squad in a friendly against England, Ibra departed this Earth, scoring one goal, then a second, then a third. And then there was the fourth. England goalkeeper Joe Hart ventured outside his box to clear a long ball with his head. Before he could, though, Ibra, who was chasing, did something spooky. He ... stopped. Because like all transcendent athletes, he'd seen several seconds into the future. His third eye had solved the chaos math in real time. He knew, not only that Hart would head the ball but precisely where. Which is how Zlatan wound up leaping into the air and bicycling a shot without ever eyeing the goal; without letting the ball bounce; and with his back parallel to and at least 4 feet off the ground -- into the goal from 35 meters out. It cleared the crossbar by 1 foot, about two-tenths of a second before a sliding defender could block it.

Perhaps the daftest thing about this goal was that it was not a reflex. Ibra had a lot of time -- full seconds! -- to think it over. The moment is now 7 years old, but Zlatan recalls it in the present tense: "I know he will head the ball. That's the only chance he has. If he lets the ball go down, I will steal it from him. I have two opportunities. Either I go against him and take away, or I wait for where the ball comes. So when he jumps up, I back off. I know where he will try to put it is behind me ... "

To think: Yes, this is in my arsenal, fire away. ... The delusion, the punk-ass hubris of that! This goal, which even England's captain, Steven Gerrard, called "the best I've ever seen," remains the ultimate example of Zlatan's not playing by the rules. Not in the sense that he's cheating or playing dirty, but that he's defying the rules of physics, geometry, human physiology, common sense and good taste -- and constantly getting away with it.

Even so, when Ibra talks of providing, he's talking about something larger and less manifest than "mere" goals.

"[I] Don't come to MLS because I am 'Ibrahimovic,'" Ibrahimovic says. "I come because I want to show you what football is. I come because I want to show U.S. what my game is about."

Grandiose? Given! But Zlatan put his money where his mouth is. "I said to Galaxy, we sign this deal now. If you not happy in one month, we can cancel, and I go." This would seem tall if there weren't a precedent. When he was no longer able to provide after blowing out his knee, Ibrahimovic offered to reimburse Manchester United for the games he missed.

Eventually, it dawns on me that what Zlatan wishes to provide is nothing less than "Zlatan" -- in quotes, fully meta -- and everything that entails. Not just his beautiful game but also his unbeautiful game: his long history of cards and bans for unleashing his ire, fists and feet on opponents and teammates. Only when fans see the whole Zlatan package, the lovely and the ugly, can they comprehend the passion and anger he feels for the game.

The weeks preceding our early June interview had been pure Zlatan. In May, the ugly: He served a two-game suspension for grabbing NYCFC goalkeeper Sean Johnson by the neck. ("Ah! That clown fall down fainting and almost died, and I said, 'Let's call the ambulance because you are dying!' Then he send a picture to MLS showing a scratch on his neck! Listen, I've played 800 games. I've played against animals that almost broke my legs. But what happens in the game stays in the game. In Europe, if he send a picture of a scratch on his neck? They eat him alive.")

And then, on June 2, the beautiful: In a 2-1 upset loss to the New England Revolution, Ibra provided one of the most crazy-stupid-brilliant goals of his career. Late in the game, with his back to the goal, he settled a cross on his chest, flicked it up just so and bicycled the rock -- hard, a missile -- home.

He dissects each of these moments with the same evangelical zeal.

"I gave you the last goal, yes?" he says.

Me? You gave it to me? I think, then remember this is the guy who, upon signing with the Galaxy, took out an ad in the Los Angeles Times that read "Dear Los Angeles, You're Welcome" with a hand-signed "Zlatan" at the bottom.

"Yes," Zlatan says, answering his own question. "That was good."

Zlatan will be the first to tell you that Zlatan has never fit in. That the essence of Zlatan is outsiderness and, with it, a ceaseless and nourishing anger. The son of émigrés, a Bosnian caretaker (dad) and Croatian cleaner (mom), Ibrahimovic was born and raised in Sweden. He was, by his own admission, a gangly, dark-eyed, raven-haired, big-nosed, lisping punk. He fought, he stole (candy, bikes, cars, whatever), he footballed, he didn't get along.

"I've been at this school 33 years," his former headmistress told BBC Sport in 2013, "and Zlatan is easily in the top five of the most unruly pupils we have ever had. He was the No. 1 bad boy, a one-man show, a prototype of the kind of child that ends up in serious trouble."

"School was OK," Zlatan says. "I got free food."

"They made me feel different," he continues. "Soccer in Sweden was only Swedish players with Swedish background. And then I come -- big. Not just big nose, dark hair, brown eyes. But I was playing big style, not typical Swedish."

"What was your playing style, and what was 'wrong' with it?" I ask.

"Swedish way was 'Work hard for each other.' Where I came from, we were all challenging each other, trying to become individual type of player. Who was the best to dribble? Who was the best to shoot? Who was the best to put it on the crossbar? Who was best to put between the legs? Who was strongest? I learn to resolve my own things: Give me the ball, and I will take care of it. I will score the goal. I will make one against one. I will dribble him. I will put between his leg. I will make this crazy goal."

In other words, a purely Darwinian, me-against-the-world ethos.

"We did not think '11 against 11.' It was not that kind of game," he says. "It was more individual competition. Like I show I'm the best. I will make a fool of you now. Pop! Pop! I will dribble you, put it between your legs, then make fun of you. That is what we stood for. It was more physical, and it was technical football. But it was not the Swedish game."

Such a great malapropism there, the notion that little Zlatan would not only dribble between your legs but dribble you, kicking you in whichever direction he pleased.

"It was not 'I run here for you and you pass,'" he says. "No. It was 'I will run where the ball goes because I want the ball.' So they were on me all the time: 'You are a spoiled player. You are a diva. You cannot play like that.'"

Indeed, even after Ibra joined his hometown's professional club at 17, the parents of one of his teammates petitioned to have him booted from the league. "This was the moment I said to myself, 'Now I will destroy everyone. I will not have respect for nobody.'"

"I was not even a talent in their eyes, just a little s--- from Rosengard," he adds.

A question presents itself: Was football fun for the young Zlatan?

"It was competition, always," Zlatan says. "You were No. 1, or you were nobody."

Is it fun now?

"I look at him and ask myself that question all the time," Kirovski says. "Me, I still love it. I play all the time. I'm competitive, I want to win, too. But when I look at this guy, the intensity of his training, of his mindset, I wonder if he's ever having fun out there. And I think that if he doesn't score and win, it's not fun for him."

If you've followed Ibra's long and glorious career, his triumphant march from Malmo to Ajax to Juventus to Inter Milan to Barcelona (the only place things didn't work out, thanks to seismic clashes with manager Pep Guardiola) to AC Milan to Paris St-Germain to Manchester United, it's hard not to suspect that, as flamboyant and funny as he is off the field, he doesn't experience fun on the field. When he scores one of his crazy goals, there is joy, yes, but it's a joy born of grim, gladiatorial satisfaction. There. I've showed you. Now do you believe?

You can see this. Watch any of Zlatan's-greatest-goals compilations fans have put on the internet. Compare them to those of his generational peers like Messi, Ronaldo and Gareth Bale. The others inevitably seem as amazed by what they've just done as their fans. They're stricken, their joy unabashed and beyond their control; they're like birthday boys caught in the deluge of candy under a shattered piñata. Ibra, he's different. Childlike glee, though present, is secondary. It's interesting that his list of transcendent athletes -- that is, athletes who in his view don't just play their sport but embody it -- includes Mike Tyson. Because the look on Ibra's face after many of his craziest goals uncannily resembles the mask of joyless vindication Tyson used to don after flattening yet another patsy.

It's the darnedest thing because, off the field, Ibra is nothing but playful. At one point, as we're talking about his daily routine, I ask if he dreams about soccer.

"Dream? No, I don't need to dream. When I was young, I was dreaming. Now I'm in the dream. Now I am the dream."

I laugh and nod in a game "Of course you are, Zlatan" way, and he issues a grin, conceding that he has slipped seamlessly from being Zlatan into performing "Zlatan."

Interestingly, these moments where Ibra slips, perhaps unconsciously, between answering my questions in earnest and playing (toying?) with me, are never off-putting. Others around him feel this way, too. "He's always coming out and saying these ... things," says one Galaxy executive. "If these things came out of anybody else's mouth, you'd think 'What a jerk.' But when Ibra says them, it's always charming."

I've interviewed highly intelligent athletes who, like Ibra, have a meta understanding of themselves and use the interview process to test and mock the interviewer. But when Ibra plays with an interviewer, there's a startling absence of malice; there's no sulk in his toying, no insinuation that he's trying to alleviate boredom. To him, the role of "Ibra" is just good, clean fun. I can't help but wonder if he seeks out and capitalizes on this fun because fun is not part of the equation when he's on the field. There, it's all about the anger and vindication. (For opponents, refs and even teammates, yes, but mainly for himself.)

"Do you play well when you're angry?" I ask him.

"YESSSSsssss!" Ibra says, slowly, with more than a few extra S's thrown in to make the sentiment imprint. "That is when I get the best out of myself. That's the way I feel my life."

"Some athletes are eaten alive by anger."

"Not Zlatan," says Zlatan. "I need to be angry because I need to feel alive. When I relax, when I play without anger? It becomes sloppy, and it might appear I get violent." A startling possibility there -- that without anger and the focus it gives him, Zlatan succumbs to petulance and pettiness, which in turn leads to sloppy, violent play and red cards. "When I'm angry, then I'm on my toes."

"Anger creates energy?"

"Yesssss. I see the whole environment when I'm angry. Now, anger to hurt somebody? Never. That's not part of my DNA." (Nedum Onuoha of Real Salt Lake would beg to differ. After Zlatan threw him to the ground during a 2-1 Galaxy victory this spring, Onuoha dubbed him a "complete thug" and then predicted that "it will get spun into a story about how he's really competitive and this is what gets him going, this is why he's one of the best of all time. That's just the way that it works. I'm not the type of person to say that the better MLS players get preferential treatment, but from what I've seen so far, it's a lot easier to be Zlatan than it is to be the striker for Real Salt Lake.")

To Zlatan, 50% of soccer is mental. Mental toughness, that is. Which is something he thinks American soccer players lack. This lack, he believes, is institutional and largely explains why MLS has always stood in the shadow of the international game. Kirovski agrees. "In Europe, if you don't pass me the ball, I can really have a go at you and yell at you, and it's no big deal. Here that kind of thing is taken personally. Our youth players are getting better at handling pressure, but there's still a way to go."

When I asked Zlatan what it will take for MLS to achieve parity with Europe and South America, he responds with a question.

"Do they want to make it?"

"Who is 'they'?"

"They that control it. The owners. Do they want it to be big?"

"Yeah. Of course."

"You think?"

"You don't?"

"I don't."

"Why?"

"Because you don't make money in soccer," he tells me. "In Europe, I can pick two clubs that make money. The rest don't; they do it out of passion. Here, with the sports, you make money. That's it. And I think with all the rules you have here, you are not boosting up the soccer."

What rules?

"The budget things. The salary cap. You cannot bring in players you want. They have more rules here than I have in my home."

He paused for a moment, measuring the thought that came to him, then let it go.

"I will tell you that of all the places I've been in my life as a professional, this is the most difficult."

Zlatan says the American game needs to continue to evolve.

"MLS is not the level of Europe, to be honest. Before, I played with players either on my level or close to it. Which makes the game connect easier. ... Here, I am like a Ferrari among Fiats. And it can happen that the Ferrari can become the Fiat, or the Fiat can become the Ferrari. I had the same issue with the national [Swedish] team, though not as much. I said, 'I don't accept it. I don't accept when the ball doesn't arrive, or arrives too late. I want them to come up to my level.' All of this makes me slow down a bit. The game here [in America] could be so much faster, so much more tactical, so much more rhythmic."

Then there are the regrets. It is striking that, having won everywhere he has gone, and despite his ongoing ability to score, Zlatan was unable to get the Galaxy into the playoffs last year (and that his team is not even the best in its own city). The issue rankles Ibra, not just the failure to get in but also the "playoff mentality" itself.

"Here, you can lose five games and it's still, 'Don't worry, we are in the playoffs.' So why even play first eight months of season? No, I don't accept. To be best, you have to be best every day. You know, in Euro, if you come in last, you go down to Division 2. That is pressure. ... So last year, we fight for six position to go to playoff, but came in seven. If we had made sixth position, people would have said we had a 'good season.' I say, 'Fighting for the sixth position? That means we had s--- season!" We need to fight for No. 1, not 6."

When, inevitably, we talk about his injury, Zlatan was at his sincerest and most unperformative. "It was not easy," he said in a whisper, as if speaking the sentiment aloud might make real the prospect of not being able to play. What would, what will, it do to a man like him, once his anger can no longer find purchase on the pitch?

"It was not easy," he says again.

After a beat, he mentioned that the night before, he'd been watching the NBA Finals. "When Kevin Durant got injured? I turned off the TV. Because for me he is the best. He is the game. Once he was hurt, there was nothing to see."

Or, perhaps, he couldn't bear to see an all-time great, past the 50% point of his career, felled and with a long and painful recovery ahead of him. "I feel my body has always followed what I want. I feel it's answering to me now. When it's starting to not answer, then I will know: It's time."

The passion is what makes him so good at the age of 37, but it will also make the game all but impossible for him to let go of.

"I think it will be very difficult to stop. When I got injured, I went away from my family to do my rehab. I did not want them to see me in a bed paralyzed, not moving. I am so emotional with my game. But emotional with control. You're not gonna see me jump in front of a car because I cannot play football anymore, OK?"

I sit for a moment, thinking about Zlatan and his anger and where in his life he finds fun. Then I remember a story Brendan Hannan, the Galaxy's vice president of marketing, communications and digital, told me. He was talking about how incredibly accessible Ibra has made himself in LA, both to fans who show up at training sessions looking for autographs and pictures and to those employed by the Galaxy in promotions. Shortly after he arrived at the club, Ibra agreed to film a promotion with Mickey Mouse.

"Ibra had just gotten here," Hannan recalls. "He hadn't played in months, and nobody really knew what kind of condition his knee was in. Some people doubted he'd score more than 10 goals" -- so far he has notched 35 goals in 43 appearances -- "and some even doubted if he'd even play."

Which was why the whole Galaxy staff froze when Zlatan began playing with Mickey Mouse and, according to Hannan, "doing crazy stuff." Juggling. Nutmegging the Mick. Striking the ball 30 feet in the air, then assuming a full limbo posture with his legs bent back and his chest facing the sky before trapping the ball there -- no bounce, as if the ball were a rotten grapefruit -- then flexing his chest in order to pop the ball 3 feet up. The coup de grace: bicycle-kicking the thing off into the ether. Zlatan was going full Zlatan. For the love of God, why?

"I just wanted to make Mickey Mouse happy. He was not answering me!" Zlatan protests. "Just blinking. So I kept doing tricks and asking, 'You like that, Mickey?' But I didn't get any answer. Just more blinking. So I'm like, OK, let's try this, and this, and this."

"That's not normal," I said.

"I am not normal," Zlatan agreed. Then, apropos of absolutely nothing and everything, he whispered: "It is a beautiful game, no?"

The Washington Wizards have made Tommy Sheppard their permanent general manger, league sources confirmed to ESPN on Friday.

Sheppard has held the job on an interim basis for the past three and a half months, after his longtime predecessor, Ernie Grunfeld, was fired in early April. Sheppard has been with the organization for close to two decades.

League sources told ESPN that a new conference will take place Monday to officially unveil Sheppard as the team's permanent lead decision-maker in basketball operations.

Since taking over for Grunfeld, Sheppard has made several moves to infuse the organization with youth and future assets. He drafted Gonzaga forward Rui Hachimura with the ninth overall pick in last month's NBA draft, and made three trades that brought in multiple second-round picks -- as well as several young players to begin an overhaul of Washington's roster.

The Washington Post first reported that Sheppard will remain in the job.

ESPN's Adrian Wojnarowski contributed to this report.

James Harden says he tries to come up with something innovative every offseason, something more creative than his latest move.

Two years ago, Harden perfected the step-back jumper. Last summer, the Houston Rockets guard then perfected the side step-back jumper. In a Q&A session Friday with young fans at a promotional event attended by local Houston media, Harden said he will be working on yet another move this summer, and this one might make referees do a double take.

Asked by one kid why he started to do "that traveling step-back," Harden responded: "In the NBA, especially at the highest level of basketball, you got to find ways to get better every single year. You got to find ways to create an advantage every single year. And that's what I'm doing. It's not a travel.

"This year, I'm going to come up with something more creative and it's gonna look like a travel but it's not. Honestly! Even when I was on a tour, in Europe or China or even when I'm here in the U.S., I see kids your guys' age that are working on step-backs, working on moves, because it's going to gain you an opportunity to be better than the rest of your peers. And that's what I'm going for.

"So until they call it a travel, if they start calling it, I'll continue to find ways and find ways to get creative and make my impact on the game."

This year, Harden will be tasked with adjusting to new backcourt mate Russell Westbrook. Harden said he was confident the Rockets' new addition would fit in seamlessly.

"None. None. None," he said when asked of any adjustments he would need to make. "We played with each other in the NBA and the (2012) Olympics and all that. When you have talent like that, it works itself out. You communicate. You go out there and compete possession by possession. You figure things out. Throughout the course of the season, you figure things out. That's just what it is.

"When you have talent, you have guys with IQ, you have guys willing to sacrifice, it always works itself out."

Harden said Houston welcomes Westbrook "with open arms."

"With the group that we already have and the things we already accomplished, it should be an easy transition for him to be incorporated right in and things are going to go," Harden said.

The Los Angeles Angels designated pitcher Matt Harvey for assignment Friday after the right-hander's struggles in 12 starts with the club.

Harvey, who signed a one-year, $11 million contract with the Angels in the offseason, was 3-5 with a 7.09 ERA.

In Thursday night's start against the Houston Astros, Harvey gave up six earned runs, seven hits and five walks, and had one strikeout. It was the sixth time in his 12 starts that Harvey surrendered five runs or more.

Thursday also was his first start since being activated from the 10-day injured list Saturday after an upper-back strain. Before then, he hadn't pitched since May 23.

Spanish heptathlete secures success in Borås, while Italy gains 100m double and GB’s Chad Miller claims bronze

Spain’s Maria Vicente secured a third successive major age-group heptathlon title in Sweden, adding victory at the European Under-20 Championships to her under-18 wins at world and European level.

With a national record score of 6115 points, Vicente won ahead of Ireland’s Kate O’Connor and Switzerland’s Annik Kälin, with British team co-captain Holly Mills finishing fourth after her own PB performance.

Just 46 points separated the top three, with O’Connor improving her Irish record to 6093 points and Kälin setting a PB of 6069 points.

Mills improved her PB to 5802 points, while GB team-mates Amaya Scott-Rule and Olivia Dobson placed 7th and 16th with a PB of 5486 points and a tally of 5209 points respectively.

There had been just 15 points between Kälin, Vicente and O’Connor ahead of the final event, the 800m, and Vicente produced a PB of more than six seconds with 2:16.29 to get the gold, as O’Connor ran 2:16.98 and Kälin 2:19.81.

Earlier on, an exciting javelin contest had seen O’Connor, Kälin and Vicente throw respective PBs of 52.92m for an Irish under-20 and under-23 record, 48.84m and 44.19m.

Vicente had led the competition ahead of Mills at the end of the first day but a 6.30m leap saw the Briton regain the lead after the long jump before moving to fourth after a 32.73m throw in the javelin.

“I’m extremely happy. It’s been a really tough competition,” said Vicente. “I’m glad I finished strong, even broke my PB, because I just came back from an injury in the last few weeks. Now I can really enjoy this moment.”

After her 2:24.17 800m, Mills said: “I went through in the time I needed to (at 400m) but I went to kick, and it just wasn’t there. It’s the first time it has ever happened that I haven’t been able to kick. I took a risk and it didn’t pay off, but I wouldn’t change it because I wouldn’t have wanted to run the first lap any slower.

“This is my second ever heptathlon so to come here among Europe’s best athletes has been a great two days. It’s been a competition of highs and lows, but I’ve enjoyed it. There’s room for so much more improvement but on my second heptathlon I’m so much closer to 6000 points, so I can’t complain too much.”

What an INCREDIBLE conclusion to the heptathlon in #Boras2019! ?@MVicentePodium runs the 800m of her life in the pouring rain to win the European U20 title in a Spanish record of 6115 points. ? pic.twitter.com/nJjUCxQRu1

— European Athletics (@EuroAthletics) July 19, 2019

There was double sprint success for Italy as the nation claimed a 100m double through Lorenzo Paissan and Vittoria Fontana.

First, Paissan won the men’s title in 10.44 (0.0m/sec) from Poland’s Antoni Plichta with 10.52 as Chad Miller claimed Britain’s first medal of the championships, clocking 10.53 for bronze.

His fellow Briton Jeremiah Azu – the pre-race favourite – pulled up with a hamstring injury.

“I am really, really happy,” said Miller. “It is a battle. At championships you don’t look for times, you look to fight, it’s war.

“I got out well, didn’t have the best transition but as I said, it’s war. I can’t even remember it. I was fighting to get back and then I just went in for the dip. I didn’t know where I came – but third I’ll take.

“Bronze is very special, it is my first Great Britain medal. I wanted gold but I thank God for everything – first or last. I wasn’t healthy a few weeks back so I just have to take things as they come and keep rolling with it.”

Drama in the men's 100m final.

Pre-race favourite Jeremiah Azu pulls up injured with a hamstring injury and Lorenzo Paissan comes through to win gold for Italy.#Boras2019 pic.twitter.com/pgIpIVAeUk

— European Athletics (@EuroAthletics) July 19, 2019

Then, Fontana also secured success in the women’s event, setting a national under-20 record of 11.40 (+0.8m/sec), the same time as N’ketia Seedo ran in second.

The previous day had seen 16-year-old Seedo run a Dutch under-18 record time of 11.37 in the heats.

Spain’s Jael Bestue was third in 11.59, just ahead of GB’s Immanuela Aliu in fourth with 11.60.

Ukraine’s Myhaylo Kokhan improved the previous European under-20 record with four of his throws in the hammer final, recording a best of 84.73m in the third round to win ahead of Hristos Frantzeskakis as he improved his Greek under-20 record to 84.22m for a mark also further than the previous European under-20 record of 82.97m.

Italy’s Giorgio Olivieri claimed bronze with 78.75m, while the competition of Britain’s Bayley Campbell came to an early end following three fouls.

Aleh Tamashevich of Belarus won the men’s shot put with 21.32m as GB’s Lewis Byng placed eighth with 18.70m, while Alida van Daalen of the Netherlands won the women’s discus with 55.92m, 30 years after her mother Jacqueline Goormachtigh won bronze at the 1989 European Junior Championships.

Jules Pommery of France claimed the men’s long jump title with 7.83m (-2.7m/sec) as Britain’s Stephen Mackenzie (7.07m) and Alessandro Shennini (6.92m) placed 10th and 11th.

In qualifying action, Britain’s world under-18 record-holder Amy Hunt led the women’s 200m qualifiers with 23.23 as her GB team-mates Georgina Adam (23.66) and Hannah Kelly (24.16) also progressed to the semi-finals as did Joe Ferguson (21.15) and Praise Olatoke (21.25) in the men’s event.

READ MORE: Amy Hunt reflects on blistering sprint record

?@AmyHunt02 sets the fastest time in the 200m heats in #Boras2019 with 23.23! pic.twitter.com/HgUDXJs9cl

— European Athletics (@EuroAthletics) July 19, 2019

Lucy-Jane Matthews came close to her UK under-18 best with 13.52 (-1.5m/sec) to win her 100m hurdles heat, while Joshua Zeller with 13.41 led the men’s 110m hurdles qualifiers.

Ethan Brown was among the men’s 400m qualifiers for the final with 46.92 as Bernat Erta of Spain went fastest with 46.28, while Ireland’s Davicia Patterson led the women’s 400m qualifiers in the semis with 52.81. GB’s Amber Anning (52.97) and Louise Evans (54.02) also booked their places in the final.

Seamus Derbyshire (52.20) and Alastair Chalmers (52.69) also safely made it through to the 400m hurdles semi-finals, together with Marcey Winter in the women’s event after clocking 59.19 for second in her heat.

There was a GB one-two in the second women’s 800m heat as Isabelle Boffey ran 2:05.22 to lead team-mate Keely Hodgkinson home. There will be three Brits in the final as Sarah Calvert qualified as a fast loser.

Remi Adebiyi (9:04.46) and Kristian Imroth (9:05.96) both made the men’s 3000m steeplechase final, while Saskia Millard (9:27.12) and Eloise Walker (9:30.41) booked places in the women’s 3000m final.

Finley McLear (1:48.82), Oliver Dustin (1:51.85) and Ben Pattison (1:52.07) all qualified in the 800m heats.

British co-captain James Tomlinson made the discus final with a throw of 58.14m, while Charlotte Williams auto-qualified for the final of the women’s hammer with a mark of 61.01m and she will be joined by team-mate Charlotte Payne who threw 58.92m.

Switzerland’s Simon Ehammer leads the decathlon at the end of the first day thanks to his 4317 points ahead of Germany’s Leo Neugebauer (4061) and Maximilian Kluth (4033).

Britain’s Joel McFarlane and Jack Turner are 11th and 20th respectively after the first five events.

Results can be found here, while a day one round-up is here.

RAPID CITY, S.D. – Black Hills Harley-Davidson has signed current Roof Systems AFT Singles points leader Dalton Gauthier to ride a Vance & Hines Harley-Davidson XG750R in the AFT Production Twins class for the remainder of the season.

Gauthier, who will continue to contest the Roof Systems AFT Singles championship aboard a Rob McLendon-tuned Husqvarna FC450, will join teammate James Rispoli on the Black Hills AFT Production Twins squad when the two-man team debuts at the upcoming Black Hills Half-Mile presented by Law Tigers on Aug. 6 at Black Hills Speedway in Rapid City, S.D., during the annual Sturgis Rally.

“I’m extremely excited to get this opportunity with Harley-Davidson and the Black Hills team,” Gauthier says. “I’ve seen what the bike can do and I feel I can win races on the thing. My goal is to ride the AFT Twins series next year, and I want to show everyone that I can ride a twin as well as a Single. Just have to stay consistent and put in some good rides. I’ve raced the Production Twins class twice this year and did pretty well, so I know what to expect and am quite confident.”

“Our entire Black Hills Harley-Davidson ProBEAM race team is psyched to have Dalton joining James [Rispoli] on our Production Twins squad,” said Terry Rymer, Co-Owner and General Manager of Black Hills Harley-Davidson. “Dalton’s a special talent, for sure, and having two riders of this caliber in James and Dalton is a unique opportunity for us and for them. There’s a lot of racing left in this championship, and we’re looking forward to making a serious dent in the series standings.”

Seven races remain in the 2019 AFT Production Twins season, including Half Miles at Black Hills and Williams Grove, and Miles at Sacramento, Springfield, Minnesota and the Meadowlands.

Cory Texter leads the series standings, with Rispoli and Gauthier currently ninth and 11th, respectively.