Germany 0 – Spain 1 Or, What The Octopus Foresaw
Paul was right. Huh. Who’d have trusted an octopus with this?
But he chose Spain and Spain won.

And, by all the octopi in the world, we deserved it!!! I know that victory doesn’t go always to the deserving, that pretty build-ups and incredible amounts of possession don’t always mean anything, but they did this time. Unlike our match against Switzerland, this time we had luck and cephalopods on our side.
First of all, congratulations to Germany. They had a great match: a good keeper, an impeccable defence, a fighting midfield and (particularly when Kross came on) a dangerous attack. But what can I say? Spain was better. San Iker was saintly, Puyol and Piqué were immense, our midfield flowed and fought, and even if it wasn’t Villa’s day for breaking records, he, Pedro and Iniesta did everything they could.
What a match it was! Enough to conquer the admiration of the neutrals, and make the more partial fans screech and swoon.
Vicente Del Bosque, kind moustachioed soul that he is, gave in under the weight of evidence and took Torres off the starting XI. For Llorente, who’d already proved his worth? For Fàbregas, the most under-used star of the tournament? For Silva, who’d played a pretty decent match already? No… you don’t know Del Bosque if you think you can guess at his changes. He went for Pedrito, for 21-year-old, recently-capped-in-a-friendly, not-even-starter-with-his-club Pedro Rodríguez.

Spain’s starting XI was: Casillas, Ramos, Piqué, Puyol, Capdevila, Alonso, Busquets, Xavi, Iniesta, Pedrito and Villa. Same old defence, same old double-pivot, but with Villa at the center of our attack, while Iniesta took the left and Pedrito, the right (at least on paper, because they swapped places whenever necessary).
On his hand, the most stylish coach in the tournament (yes, even when he’s picking his nose and wearing his unwashed blue v-necked sweater), Joachim Löw, played Neuer, Lahm, Friedrich, Per Mertesacker, J. Boateng, Trochowski, Khedira, Schweinsteiger, Podolski, Özil, and Klose. Save for Müller’s forced absence due to an accumulation of yellow cards and Trochowski’s presence, the team that steamrollered Argentina not so long ago.
I was surprised at how well Spain started playing. Let’s face it, we hadn’t started all that well in any of our previous matches this tournament, but this time, rising to the ocassion, tiki-taka and taking control of the ball were the name of the game since the very first minute.
In a way, it was very odd to watch Spain play so much better against Germany that, say, against Honduras. Or Paraguay. Germany seemed content, for the moment, to sit back and let the Spanish midfield keep the ball, nevertheless quickly closing down on the attackers whenever they got close to Neuer’s box. Lahm, Mertesacker and Friedrich were fantastic; Boateng was quite a bit less so, though, and Pedrito and Sergio Ramos learnt to take advantage of this.
It soon became obvious, at least to those of us watching from home, that Spain’s hopes resided in their short, patient, unnerving-to-the-unintiated passing. Every long pass was intercepted by the German defenders and no wonder, with them being half-again as tall as the three Spanish attackers stacked one on top of the other! So Iniesta began to look for the sly pass between German legs and Villa had a great chance that Neuer sniffed quickly. Pedrito, at times, seemed to be everywhere, backtracking to the midfield to recover the ball, and then running here and there with it, or without it, to the exasperation of anyone who tried to mark him. From a corner gathered by this patient method came a Puyol header that went way high, but that was a sign of things to come.

Germany, however, had more than enough tools to move forwards too, and Iker had quite a bit more work than he usually has in a couple of corners, thanks to Trochowski, who is no Honda, but had good rapport with Jabulani all the same. Piqué seemed nervous, clearing wildly on a couple of occasions, and Özil and Klose were sharply on the lookout for a match-deciding mistake.
It seemed the kind of match that is decided by a single mistake, so both teams moved cautiously, in what might not be the most thrilling of fashions for some, but was actually a wonderful tactical display. I wasn’t at all disappointed when half-time came with a 0-0 scoreline and a bit of confusion on a possible foul from Ramos to Özil in Casillas’ box; while Germany looked dangerous on counters and set pieces, Spain was controlling the match in their own way and I knew that, even if luck turned against them and they lost, I couldn’t be more proud of them for their play.
There were no changes during the break, although I suspect there were epic speeches going on at both changing rooms, and the second half started the way the first half had ended. Pedrito, if only to prove that Del Bosque’s changes are always exactly the right ones, was being our most dangerous player in defence, if only because Iniesta was drifting more towards the midfield and Villa was getting constantly muscled off the ball by Mertesacker and Friedrich. Xabi Alonso took to shooting wide from mid-distance (trying to relive his glory days at Liverpool, perhaps?), and Jogi Löw made his first change: the easily-bamboozled Boateng came off for Jensen.
While Jansen’s presence closed that flank some to Ramos, Iniesta and Pedrito, who’d been getting the best of Boateng for a while, Spain’s attack seemed to be wearing down Germany’s defence a little, with good chances by Iniesta, Villa and Pedrito that were, although pretty, useless. Klose had a close one too, and then Kroos came in for Trochowski, moments before there was another penalty shout-out, this time for a foul on Sergio Ramos, who, frankly, just fell too easily there.

San Iker had even more opportunities to cement his sainthood with Kross on the field, and Germany’s strength seemed to be getting the best of Spain for a moment.
And then, from one of those set-pieces at which I’ve always said Spain suck, came the goal. Carles Puyol barged into the box with all his considerable strength, like a curly-haired force of nature, pushing aside Germans and Piqué alike, and headed into the back of the net. Neuer couldn’t do anything. This was the one mistake, the moment of distraction that the match was waiting for.
And yes, I have promised to stop saying that Spain suck at set pieces, however many short passes and retreats back to the midfield we obtain from them from now on.
There was about a quarter of an hour left after this. Tiredness was starting to slow Spain down. Germany was, understandably, throwing its everything in the attack. It was a nerve-wracking time for everyone. Xabi Alonso had to get foul-happy to stop Khedira in a counter, while Villa kept trying and failing to fight and run his way past the German defence.
Khedira came off for Mario Gómez, and Fernando Torres got his chance at redemption coming in for an exhausted David Villa.
As disappointing as Torres has been in the tournament so far, it was a sensible change. At least El Niño’s speed and size would give Mertesacker and Friedrich something to worry about, and he could take advantage of any long balls that came his way, since the midfield was too busy defending now to get the ball to him with any sort of precious, patient accuracy.
Spot the ugly but promising 21-year-old...
Pedrito had the second goal in the palm of his hand, after completing a run that saw him and Torres alone in front of Neuer, but he fluffed it badly by shooting straight at the keeper instead of passing. This made him look rather dejected when he came off for David Silva, in spite of his marvelous game.
It was a madness of a game now, with Spain defending tooth-and-nail (Xabi Alonso had to keep fouling people) and trying to get a haphzard ball to Torres or Silva here and there. When they got the ball, it was a dilemma between trying to calm down the frantic rhythm and retain possession, or trying to get the second goal. Minutes seemed like hours. Marchena came in for Alonso with less than a minute to go and after what was, to my hysterical mind, much too long, the refree blew the whistle.
Full-time. Spain won. Spain was in the World Cup final. (if you want to now what would’ve happened, if it had continued, follow the link…)
So, tell me, what does this 'scoring' thing feel like?
For all that they had controlled the match and had the best opportunities, I hadn’t let myself believe they could get there. But they did. Yes, they did.
Goal-scorer Puyol fled the celebrations of his teammates to go and console the heart-broken German players.
It was awesome.
I wanted to choose a MOTM (FIFA chose Xavi), but I couldn’t. The team as a whole did this and I don’t think individual distinctions are going to do this game justice. I did, however, grade the players, with overly inflated grades, too many flattering adjectives, and absolutely no bias at all. (well, two out of three isn’t bad…)
Casillas: 8. San Iker is keeping Spain’s back, so rest at ease. Although he sometimes gets himself in trouble, he fishes himself out of trouble too, so why worry?
Ramos: 8. He took advantage of Boateng’s weakness whenever he could, and was a lot of help to both Iniesta and Pedrito. His defending wasn’t too out there, though.
Puyol: 10. He made up for his missed header with that gorgeous goal. He defended like the wonderful CB he is. His curls were a little fuzzy near the ends, but who cares?
Piqué: 9. Another match-saving wonder… what a pair of CBs Spain has! His flank-changing long passes were pretty good too.
Capdevila: 8. No complaints about good ol’ Joan this time. Iniesta’s hard work made up for Capdevila’s not-so-sterling attacking qualities, and while he had more trouble with Kross than with Trochowski, he did well enough.
Busquets: 8,5. He gets quieter and quieter, better and better, each match. Less fouls, less theatrics, more recovered balls, more pressure on rival forwards.
Xabi Alonso: 8,5. Whether it’s a tactical foul, a mid-distance shot to try his luck, or a strangely fetching fuzzy ginger beard, Xabi has it.
Xavi: 9. No wonder assists, but a couple of pretty good CKs and the complete control of the midfield; not bad for a couple of hours worth of work.
Iniesta: 10. What didn’t he do, asides from scoring? Don Andrés was on fire last night, with visionary passing, wits enough to make Lahm despair, and tons of hard work.
Villa: 8. It was an unfair fight, this tiny, brave man against the likes of Mertesacker, Friedrich or Boateng, but Villa made of the best of it and had some good chances.
Pedrito: 9,9. He gets 0,1 discounted for failing to pass to Torres in that last chance, but lets be honest… after having watched El Niño play lately, would you have trusted him with the ball? Otherwise, Pedro was amazing, hard-working, and an excellent player all around.
Torres (for Villa): 7,5. Better than usual, maybe because he didn’t have any chances to shoot on goal and miss. At least he ran the German defence ragged and got on well with Silva, if not with Pedro.
Silva (for Pedrito): 7,5. He couldn’t do much, seeing that he came in at the frantic-defending phase of the game, but at least he got a few more minutes in the tournament.
Marchena (for Alonso). Again, coming in late in the last minute. Again, not doing much, but being adorable nevertheless.
Del Bosque: 9. Our walrus faced reality and changed Torres, not for whom we would have expect, but with the best option nontheless. And his subs were right and on time too.
Honourable mention: for Germany as a whole, who had a very good match, particularly in defence. And to Paul, you know why.
So, the final… Spain are already making history, but I have no doubt they will keep trying when Sunday and the Dutch come around…

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