Who would tell us? SPAIN IS WORLD CHAMPION.
After enduring so much criticism (with or without foundation), to hold the type, to be hit, after all that, the English team has made history. Because it has been much that has worked, what they have suffered to be where they are now, because nobody gave a hard for them and because they deserve hell. WE ARE THE WORLD PUTOS AMOS.
Because football is played and gentlemen, with a touch, classy, with elegance and poise. Netherlands do not know good football, played more rugby and that can not endure.
For San Iker Casillas has proved what they had to show and cried like a boy and I cried with him because he is great.
For Andresito bruised legs and still Iniesta scored the goal that made us champions.
For Pedrito he is good as himself and because now you see here and there and then uyy! almost brand.
For Xabi Alonso to leave almost no soul.
For broken T Llorente (and heaven knows that I will break but the mouth)
On the tip of the Queen and that hug that says it all.
For Piqué because it is literally the skin is left in each game.
On the dock, which makes the best sprints to celebrate goals of their peers.
rivals because even if most of the time also know how to be friends and colleagues.
For Villa wonder and its five great goals.
Because despite not having been a world and although I would have loved to see him score the winning goal, has left the soul in every game and that no one can complain.
Because even the Empire State Building has surrendered at his feet.
And because I love you with all my being and myself, THANK YOU CHAMPION!
