Yo soy Espanol!

Yo soy Espanol! Yo soy Espanol! 

I am Spanish - or I was on Wednesday, anyway, when we beat Germany and booked a seat in the final. It felt good to win for a change. We sat in the midst of a group of enthusiastic Spanish supporters from Madrid and sang and chanted along.

I have this on-going love affair with all things Spanish, and they were always my favourite team to win the World Cup. So decked out in red and yellow, we made our way to the Moses Mabhida stadium in Durban. And we were not disappointed. The image of the well-oiled German machine that advanced on Argentina the week before, was not evident. The team seemed somewhat lost and not able to play the same kind of soccer that Spain was playing. It certainly felt good to be singing and dancing to the Waka Waka song afterwards along with everyone else who seemed reluctant to leave the stadium and go back to the real world.

And now there are four teams left and a by the end of tomorrow we would have handed over the baton to Brazil. It has been an incredible journey, not only for soccer, but for the country as a whole. We have done a good job.