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Is there any one game of the winning Spanish football national team that you will keep in your memory forever? Would you buy the DVD commemorating their championship campaign? Eight goals in seven games, four 1:0 in a row, not even one game with three goals. Yes, they have Xavi who plays simplistic, Binary football, almost like Zidanne, but is this  team the lasting memory from World Cup 2010?

Of course not. We had the exciting and sexy Germany, and the bravery of Uruguay, and the discipline and toughness of the American team (can you imagine any European country building a basketball contender from scratch, just like the Americans did with football in 20 years?). We had Argentine and Brazil that nominated coaches, one is the polar opposite of the other, who led them to the same tragic crash, and Holland who proved that nowadays you can even make a plastic surgery to replace the national identity.

We even had Italian drama and French comedy, and referees who should go to the Hague. And of course Ghana, playing for the host continent and getting knocked out in the most unbelievable ending. None of this stories involved Spain.

Which is weird. Spain, its national league, movies, national identity, is filled with dramas, heartaches, Almodovar, comebacks. None of it stuck to the 2010 campaign. Spain was dominant but boring champion. But Spain is Latin and sexy and Barcelona, so no one will say about it the things people were saying about Italy in 2006.

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