surrounded by spaniards.

That's a direct quote from one of the FIFA World Cup finals commentators. Today's lesson: Why you don't kick Xabi Alonso in the chest, repeatedly trip Andres Iniesta, allow yourself to be fooled by David Villa's apparent need to keep kicking the ball over the net, deny Fernando Torres a single match, even try to outrun the beast that is Gerard Pique or slip past the tip of Iker Casillas' boot, be deceived by Sergio Ramos' or Carles Puyol's '80s hair band manes, miss the mouth-watering experience of Jesus Navas' shocking blue eyes, tire after a 2-hour long match, or mess with an English ref!

My second choice of who I wanted to win the World Cup totally won! This is not bad, and not bad. Fernando Torres [see below] is my all-time favourite footballer - This is true. Therefore, despite my being American, if it wasn't going to be England holding the cup, I wanted it to be Spain [or America, or maybe Serbia. My heart and soul belong to England, my homeland is America, Nando's in Spain, and Serbians are really attractive]. Two Liverpool boys, success! Sad the month-long event is done, but the post-game with the trophy-retrieval was positively adorable. Oh, boys.

This looks a little bit like it's my front, or like it's pulled up over my head. It's not. It's just my back.

In related news, I'm finally thrilled with one of Paul the Octopus's predictions! Have you heard about Paul? He's English, but he lives in Germany, and the Argentinians wanted to assassinate him for his FIFA efforts, which is just sad. I'm glad they didn't.

Octopi are so silly, you have to love them, especially when they are football fans [and predict eight for eight]!

This wasn't meant to be a dramatic ode to the Spanish team, but it kinda was, and they kinda deserve it. First World Cup win, Viva España.