The defeat is the emblem of the soul well-founded, says an old motto hidalgo. But the young men of Spain if they are scrubbed of old customs, and have turned a historic victory in the brisk pace of their youth. Looking at our Mediterranean cousins, the fiesta exploded unchecked across the nation, the infectious enthusiasm that has poured million children in the streets, the nightlife sipped flavored unrestrained orgy of national colors, the triumphal arrival at Barajas airport in Madrid, the siege in an excessive heat even, yes, certainly some parallels that comes to do. Just from a comparison of reception: from Fiumicino. From landing blue of our tired and soured by elimination ugly, ugly fact: they were afraid of disputes, and instead was almost nothing, pageantry and hostile indifference of the Italians than a photocopied team almost won the world championship four years before, but in the aged biography and spirit. Almost fell in South Africa to have a punch of early retirement. To all those who, observing Italy, came to mind the metaphor of the national soccer team as a mirror of a country still, stuck, unable or even refractory to change, the injection of fresh troops, to the dynamics of change by dividing more growth than those nations who keep their buildings tumbled in the second class. So, everybody, we spent the month of June to watch games where content with cheering players plead his team, also reflecting the fact that on top of Champions is up to a team that has only the Italian president.
Well, Spain has won the World Cup, albeit in a final Not good, says in terms of symbols and emotions, the exact opposite, and for many reasons, all put together. There is a framework that is already hd picture anthology: the brazen shooting of Casillas. There is the name el'apoteosi of color, "La Roja" conjure up the speed, boldness, initiative, dynamism, the craving for success, if anything, the shot of the red Ferrari, youth knocking at the gates of History. And then there is that Spain is a truly national domestic, built on children reared in nurseries, hard and merit in football, just when the Italian football schools flounder in the fog of impotence. Children raised, despite the heartbreaking story that articulates English motions and removals, with bread and hispanidad: kick the ball, some overpaid, and hence the full name and surname of the thread of identity that holds all things in the national memory. And all this because things never come by chance, happened while the English Constitutional Court stated that there is no legal basis to define Catalonia a nation and attention, the Catalan Parliament, not the Po Valley.
Spain through a momentaccio, the years of miracle Iberian are woefully behind the economic crisis bites a generation's hopes and drowns in murky abyss of unemployment, but also by events like this, by producing fuel for the benefit of collective sentiments, you regain your energy. Zapatero has even discovered a crumb of charisma, saying that the Rioja "made me happy the whole nation" (when any of our Prime Minister would say "country" and not "nation" with all that this tells us in how we perceive the sense of belonging). Of course, Rioja now become a powerful marketing tool for the recovery image of Spain, which establish the turbo belts of hope for redemption. But if football is because it is one of the frontiers of the imagination, it is only right and natural that this cup will show up soon face a symbol of a new springtime of youth in Spain.
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