Well, all things considered, that was rather a disappointing final. Even the arrival of my good mate Mick (who, what with Sydney's fantasy-like, as distinct from fantastic, transport system, had to cycle into the city from Pymble to be sure to make it in time) together with strong coffee and egg and bacon rolls couldn't lift the game. That's not to say it wasn't memorable; just a memory that I won't cherish.
The Dutch are complaining about the referee. And well they might; they had far too many players still on the field when the final whistle was blown.
You always want your team to win but ultimately, you want them win in a way that allows you to hold your head up high. You don't want to have to preface or qualify your joy every time you recall it! Only one team played the game that way. Congratulations to Spain. They were deserving winners and what a party that will be!
And of course, special mention to the All Whites, the only unbeaten team of the World Cup!
On a personal note (i.e not a raucous Bb via a Vuvuzela), I'm going to have to get used to waking up and not hearing overnight football scores to ponder over my morning coffee. I fear life is going to be rather dull...
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