I do hate teams that develop a bandwagon following, teams like Brazil. Spain is a bandwagon team too. I suppose the teams can't help it, but I can choose not to jump on the bandwagon as it rolls across South Africa making stops on all seven continents. Shit. If Spain really dazzled me, really wowed me, won me over with brilliant, entertaining football, with spectacular goals, I might feel differently. I just can't love the cagey, chess-match football they play. Not that the Dutch played any better. While they have a great footballing tradition, this was a rather week, light-beer version of what they are capable of as a nation.
It is such a fffffftt ending to a great tournament, 30 days of wonderful surprises, upstarts making chumps of the traditional soccer powers, sending them all on early vacations. Then this, a sad little fart escaping from a deflated balloon. Do I expect too much? Why is the final always a disappointment, or 9 times out of 10? Is it me? Why are the upsets, or the battles from behind, the matches that turn your insides out and make a mess of the odds makers' books the most interesting? Japan v. Nigeria, now that would be an interesting final. The US v. Slovakia. Teams that are completely unpredictable. A one-nil victory for Spain. Wow! Big surprise.
And tomorrow the newspapers will be gooey with praise for Spain, articles written by sports writers who watch precious little soccer and still use American sports analogies to illustrate their points. They too have leapt aboard "la fiora roja" express.
(Sigh) I feel let down somehow.
But just as sure as there will be another World Cup in 4 years, I will be there, watching, cheering, cursing, singing, crying, analyzing and discussing it all. I can't wait. Oh, the beautiful game.