Time now is 5.10am and moments ago, in a part of the world far far away, the Italians have raised the world cup in front of 1.5 billion viewers. And over here, 7 hours ahead of time, it is threatening to rain. And i hope it does, as an almost cosmic closure to a match of the year.

Without doubt a match of extreme drama, from the first to the 130th minute, and it had to come down to penalties. And what a match of adversaries, two great food nations (one of pasta the other of french fries), two European countries, battling heart and gall to give that cup a touch. The Italians, a seemingly stronger team, needed this boost to lift them up from the scandals rocking domestic football. The French, had a simple wish - a spectacular swansong for this batch of veterans, the one last battle that they are called forth to fight, much like the ghost army from the Lord of the Rings.

For them, this match was their life. For me, it was just a part of my life.

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Much apologies for the lack of posts here, and i promise i'll get it back together again this coming week.