It was Spain! 
Somebody had to win the blue legacy, unattended football with so much nonsense from our delegation in South Africa and in the end it fell to Spain. Yesterday evening, the former captain Cannavaro sadly handed the golden cup in an attempt to remedy the nth fool of FIFA Blatter before the world, putting an end to a chapter of our history however memorable football. Let's face it: has anyone ever thought for one second that Italy would win this World Cup? Not me. I do not say in hindsight as an "I told you so" more of a discount, but you just saw leaving that Italy did not have the numbers to join this world leading. Without going into meetings missed, the wrong pink or considerations which I leave to the CT bar, enough for the eyes of the eleven on the pitch, the lack of conviction the pre-World to make us understand that we would not have gone far. Then we do things Italian-style, coming last in what was probably the easiest group of the whole world, but you know, or do things in a big way or not do. Pass the turn and exit in the second round or the quarter would have been too trivial, better get out now and with a bang. The good thing is that now is a new champion of the world, better than old acquaintances already decorated for which I have no great sympathy. Beautiful new and all-European final, I mean beautiful on paper, because at the level of the game was a bore, but looking a bit 'all over the world that even if we did not see a great football, we did intense and entertaining matches live mainly in the final minutes, with some recovery at the last minute and some incredible comeback (how beautiful the words to the courtly Bruno Pizzul !!!). Loved the fact that the first African world has seen a new world champion, though, romantically, it would be nice to see the semi-finals in Ghana, which has failed as a matter of millimeters. This world will leave less bitterness and less hassle of other editions (like the farce of 2002) and we'll remember for a number of things more or less unpleasant from vuvuzelas, to get to the Italo-German octopus (it was discovered that was caught on the island of Elba), says the football results. Now we return to
talk about football in our house, the market, those who go and those who remain, and cups of derby, the atmosphere of orphans worldwide, for the eternal children like me, you always brings a little 'to the summers of 20 years ago, when the matches were only those of the National TV and a few others. The magic of football to find you lived in very few circumstances, and this allows us to fix memories of places and people that otherwise would have forgotten. Certain knowledge from vacation, some hotels of the sea where you would not know even if he had stayed we would not have seen this game unforgettable. The world for now has not lost its charm and its character, not least of all, and even today you can live with eyes as a child watching the ball, rather than as an adult watching football, unlike football overdose winter, of which we could never do without, but for which we had to barter a bit 'of our genuine emotions, in exchange for coverage of Pay-per-view movies and HD.
