The roar of pain and anger on the face of bastian schweinsteiger said it all..As Puyols vicious header ripped through the stationary defence and into the back of the net.That 73rd minute goal and an increasingly nervous german attack, saw the white shirts out of the WC.. (and took a certain octopus to heights of glory- which i am sure it does not understand, nor care for, except for its extra bit of meat)
The German dream.. so surprisingly sprung on its people by its unlikely gang of unassuming heroes.. had been cruelly dispatched.. again.
Almost every time at the world cup finals.. the german team comes with not a tinge of expectation.. and performs better than most people give it credit for.. And more often than not, it is not individual brilliance, but regimental gameplay that lets them do what they do.
So many sobriquets for the new german team - the machine, the marching eleven .. and every time they reach tantalisingly close to their dream, and with so many resounding victories behind them, only to fail at the last moment.. almost as if they were chokers.
Maybe they are..
If only a suspension had not happened.
If only pique had headed the ball.
If only wishes were horses, beggars would ride.. Spain, with its impeccable possession and meticulous probing and undaunted patience, deserved what could easily be another victory on the road to its maiden World CUP.
This defeat smacked of two at the same time.
The Euro cup and the loss to italy last time.(which spain will be taking heart from, because italy were champions last time).
Only remains to be seen if germany win third place today.. and find some peace of mind, some solace, for the bewildered german supporters.. who surely feel that their unlikely and spontaneous heroes have flattered to deceive.. like so many german teams of the past, yet again..
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