I woke up this morning and I wondered if yesterday’s World Cup final was all a dream, as I’m sure a few members of the Spain and the Dutch national teams did as well. It took 1 red card, 14 yellow cards and 116 minutes, but Iniesta finally scored the winning goal that propelled Spain to the title of 2010 FIFA World Cup Champions.
I love soccer (futbol or football), and the World Cup is probably my favourite sporting event, but there are a few things that irked my nerves in yesterday’s game. Let’s start with the rhythm, when a soccer game has rhythm it is a beautiful thing, artistic even, but up until overtime rhythm was practically nonexistent. As for the foul play, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many yellow cards pulled out in a final, the referees went overboard, granted that De Jong should have gotten a red in the first half for kicking Alonso in the chest. Every time I saw the ref reach for a card my heart sunk to my stomach, praying that it wouldn’t be directed at Spain. The nil-all tie that went on for 115 minutes of the game had me biting my nails and at some parts almost nodding off to sleep but the first and only goal scored that had me shouting “España, España, España” for everyone within a mile to hear made up for it as the sound of the vuvuzelas filled South Africa’s Soccer City.
I got up bright and early to prepare my Spanish themed lunch and dinner complete with empanadas, paella and sangria. I painted my fingernails in “Can You Tapas This” from the OPI Spanish Collection, and sat in front of the television watching and waiting for that one beautiful goal that would seal the 2010 World Cup.
I can’t even begin to fathom what I would have done if they’d lost.
What did you think?
Do you know what Iniesta's shirt said?
Do you believe in the psychic powers of Paul the Octopus?
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