tension was always there since i knew my favourite teams were playing against each other..
it was indeed very hard for me, but my love for my people (spanish) for once had me be decisive upon something. I still love portugal and they know dat. im sorry guys..

the whole time during the match my bones were tightened, allowing every move to be stiffened disgustingly.waiitng for spain to score. i have to say both teams were playing really well. But, spain was dominating, which equalizes everything as the portugees had really good defense. God was testing me until the 60 sumtin minute of the game wen spain thought it was enough suspense created for their fans and scored the first goal.they better had done that as i was not prepared for any penalty shoots at the end. in that minute, everything that seemed ugly became beautiful.everything. as beautiful as their language and their people.or shall i say our language our people.lol.
david villa had everyone sitting standing, he broke the horrifying silence and unstiffened them muscles!

spain's painful moment of the game for me was wen the ball ramos danced with was jus a tini mini bit from the goal.AAAAGH! i felt his intense physical and mental pain
every player did an excellent job, they played as a team, and they were more or less the other brazilians.
the portugees get almost as much credit as the spanish. there's always two winners but only one golden winner!

with that i hugged myself to sleep!