The reaction: *DED*

Of course That Other Team won. So many obvious reasons. Also, I believe in jinxes and tell-tale signs. Choose your words more wisely, Cris, honestly. Moreover, Valdes is a beast. Always has been. Always will be. He's one hard MF to bring down. And I wish I hadn't changed my opinion about him. Oh, the power of photo shoots. Boo.

One of the tell-tale signs: I made a t-shirt with the leftover paper clay I used for my second inedible cupcake yesterday (better colour shades this time - victory!), which I then decided, on the spot, to be a jersey. One thing led to another because I thought immediately of number 3 and it wasn't Pepe I had in mind. God no. It wasn't him. I'm such a traitor, I know.

I had a bad feeling when I cut out the number 3 from the paper clay like it was a fucking icing. I was like, ''What is this?'' It felt like I actually somehow, in some stupid way, knew those Cules were going to be the happy ones at the 90th minute.

That Other Team played very well, defended well, executed well. On the other hand...

Casillas: Tsk. Ramos: he totally lost it, man. First Messi (ehhh... he'll live), then Puyol (Puyol? PUYOL?!) and Xavi (wow) before being sent off. Ronaldo: fucking miserable. That shove you gave Guardiola was not cool. See how Valdes was all up in your face? RAGE. Benzema: WTF. Why, Pipa, why? The rest: Sigh.