In Euro 2012’s final today, Spain were in a word, magnificent.  Dominating.  Ok, granted that’s two words but that’s what Spain were.  For all the flak they’ve recently caught for playing with a “false 9” or with no real strikers in their formation, La Roja came out today & put in an absolute masterclass performance & handed Italy a big-time whoopin’.

Spain handed Italy the demolition job, that Italy’s statistical superiority over England deserved but unlike Italy vs. England, Spain took their chances & in reality, the scoreline could’ve been even bigger.  Italy threatened on a handful of occasions but saves from a well-placed Iker Casillas & some wasteful finishing from substitute, Antonio Di Natale, sealed Italy’s fate.

Spain’s 1st goal was scored by David Silva with a header on a neat little cutback by Cesc Fàbregas following a spell of Spain’s obligatory possession where it’s near impossible to get the ball off of them.  Italy had been playing okay at that point but Spain’s 1st goal saw Spain seem to just turn a switch on & kick their play up a gear.  Or two.

However, Italy fought back well with better possession (Italy actually enjoyed the majority of possession in the 1st half, believe it or not) & a handful of long-range efforts but this was all undone with a delicious, swift maneuver that saw Barcelona’s new signing, Jordi Alba, score after latching on to a through ball by Xavi with a barnstorming run from his fullback position.  It was an awesome little move & Jordi Alba finished with coolness & with that 2nd goal, Italy knew they were in trouble.

Italy could’ve made it a match a few minutes into the 2nd half when Antonion Di Natale headed over with pretty much a free header from 10 yards or so out but he got under it a bit & the ball squibbed over the bar.

Italy’s afternoon went from admirable albeit overmatched to inevitably dominated when they were reduced to 10 men following substitute’s Thiago Motta hamstring pull with over 20 minutes to go after he had only been on the pitch for about 10 minutes.  It’s hard enough to play a team like Spain with a maddeningly, possessive passing style with 11 men much less face them with less than a full compliment of players.

Spain had to wait until the 84th minute for their inevitable 3rd goal & it was scored by Fernando Torres.  Torres has been much maligned since his €50 million move to Chelsea a couple Januarys ago but the striker received a perfect little through ball & kept his cool to slot home past Buffon inside the far post despite Shady Ross Geller getting a slight hand to the effort.

Maybe they lookalike maybe they don’t, but I’m still going with Buffon = Shady Ross Geller

So when Torres is scoring, you know Spain is having a good time & just 4 minutes later Torres won the Golden Boot with an unselfish assist (I know, I know) to Cuntski teammate Juan Mata who had been on the pitch for just a couple of minutes in a cameo. That made it 4-0 & pundits were hurriedly ascribing Spain’s place into the pantheon off all-time great times like Brazil 1970 or The Magic Magyars from the mid 50s.

I won’t try to get into that argument or debate because I never saw Brazil 1970 (usually accepted as the best national side of all-time) but Spain is certainly the best national side I’ve seen in my lifetime.  It’s hard to argue against winning 3 straight major world tournaments (Euro 2008, World Cup 2010, Euro 2012) & it’s hard to argue with the fact that Spain won this tournament by often playing without a “true” striker and doing it without their best forward, David Villa, & arguably their best defender, Carlos Puyol.

So, love them or hate them for their tippy tapas style, I’m pretty sure they won’t care & will just point to their trophies.  Although I would like to think one of them would quote the late MCA from the Beastie Boys’ “Professor Booty:”

Well, I’m badass, move your fatass because you’re whack, son.

So, to conclude, an ode to Spain:

Fart stinks like a motherf*cker!

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