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When Spain plays

It happens with Spain a very curious thing, is that their games lately cause I'm not the slightest emotion, the slightest doubt. If prior to any league match of Real Madrid could pilgrimage to Lourdes knees to bring them to a candle, slip into the Red is for me the equivalent of peace and quiet absolute. And rival parties happen and settle with amazing ease. Barriers that formerly rose above the heads of the "crazy short people," now jump just bending the knees. Play Spain, Spain wins, wins Spain.






Yesterday was an insult to the dignity of France, Sarkozy should report to the UN and to understand that we declare war. Not that the game was brilliant, but there is precisely this lack of good play, lies the crux of the matter, the real pleasure to crush and humiliate Les Bleus, to ensure that Saint Denis sing about how "olés" and urged the English, taking advantage that they were wearing a beautiful blue. That Spain did not even have to work hard and show their best version to work over the Anelka, Ribery, and our favorite basketball player. It only took a brilliant first half, then was able to devote Del Bosque to make changes and Pronatura, varying the scheme, causing chaos in the ranks very slight Hispanic (especially when Alonso retired quarterback, ignorant mouths silent since the summer of 2009). Deliberate chaos, I think, helped us further strut. As the adult, taking a career to a child, loose a little rhyme for meters that the difference is not as bloody.

to us that they would have liked more humiliated to tears, but hey, you can not have everything in life.




Mr Besadle foot going blue.


However, I will not hide that I was not in the mood pro-teams. So I especially liked seeing the Madridistas shine. Saving Iker (who banished his reputation antimadridista, making the Red exactly the same nonsense you do with Madrid, bravo, porter!), I loved my kids. Arbeloa is licked with potatoes Ribéry, Albiol met as usual and Sergio Ramos is again the was. I have plenty of words to praise Xabi Alonso, who is so good you can play with tuercebotas attached, or not. I wonder that people give to both Xavi and Iniesta latazo, when for me the major contribution to the Red Barca is that couple of defenses, such Piqué & Puyol, large builders as walls.



Cesc vs
. Evra, 2 nd round. Luckily her boyfriend was out there.



only thing that worries me about this selection are two things: the gal typical of the first ten minutes, and it appears that Del Bosque will make the list from the media. The first is brand home. The second does not make me any grace. Not that I do not like the new additions, but most of them have been preceded by a real campaign in various newspapers. And you have left the question of whether Vincent would be able to do what he did Luis, taking the team to two guys like Cazorla and Senna, in which no one trusted and eventually ended up making a difference. I get the feeling that any means of communication, particularly insistent strain could get almost any player who was doing minimally acceptable numbers with their teams. anyone gives me a newspaper, to mount the campaign Barn?

Other than that, no questions asked. The aforementioned chaos that we live today in the second part is due, no doubt, to Del Bosque cockiness was allowed to take the second half as a workout. We are so great that we can afford it, we all know that normally we take the ball at minute 10, and return it only last 90, and because the referee asks us. True, the game has evolved, as well as the players are doing. It is logical to make way for Xabi Senna, like software will one day see Cesc and Xavi not or Negredo happening to our great Guaje. I still stirring up a little tendency to fall into the soba-soba (ie Spain, Barca will not), but they are flaws that are not present (I hope) when we find ourselves again in South Africa, with trumpets unpleasant punishing our ears, planted in a playoff against a real team.

are favorites.

And this time, really.



VIVA SPAIN!