There were a few rough moments, some not so nice moves (mostly by the German team), but all in all, it was a quality match on both sides. The Spaniards won, for the first time in forty-four years, and it's a truly awesome sight to behold. The sheer joy, glee, and exuberance showed by their side, both after their first (and only) goal was scored, and at the end of the match has completely endeared them to me. These men seem to have a genuine bond with each other, and their happiness is richly deserved. They have made history for their country and they have earned the right to be fted as the sports heroes they are.

There will, undoubtedly, be madness in Madrid tonight, handshakes and congratulations are being bestowed by the King and Queen of Spain (who, naturally, came to cheer along their team), and now that the trophy has just been hoisted into the air, they look like they are about to burst into tears (and I wouldn't blame them). The Germans look disconsolate, but the Spanish deserved to win. So, to the Spanish team and its fans, I offer you my heartiest congratulations. You have earned this victory in every sense of the word. Bravo.