July 11, 2010. 22:57 hours. A ball is virtually suspended in the air for just a second, spit out by a boot, at that very moment, ready to shoot. Everything stops. Million Spanish imagine and volleyed the beating dream that passes the ball to the goalkeeper and is embedded in the network. But time goes so slow that there is still much for that. Some begin to rise from his seat, and those who were standing start to raise his arms, a beer glass on a journey that will lead inevitably to run down the table, we hear cries: Let Iniesta! Is this! Come, come! Put it in! Come on, Andresito!
E Iniesta hits everything. And all the Spanish push the ball with our desires, our desires. Another moment of silence, a tenth of a second eternal. And someone yells Gol! And yes, the ball rebounds into the net. And millions of throats shouting Goooooooool! The voices are torn, hugs succeed, the tears begin to flow. Is the minute 116 of the World Cup Final 2010 and the Spanish, in Johannesburg, in Seville, O Courel, Madrid, Buenos Aires, in Mallorca, Melilla ... - yell at each other: My friend, We are World Champions!
From there the story of each one is different, personal and not transferable. Who was the first hug, who was mourn, when they had that first moment of clarity where you realize what just happened ... everyone has their own movie recorded with backup memory. So then I invite you to remember, or (re) discover some of those little moments that are the salt of every great story.
Three men who did not celebrate the goal
In the moments after the goal by Iniesta three men who do not get the general hubbub. One is Dutch and poor thing is sitting in the front row of a cornered by Spanish industry. The guy has no regrets or make a single gesture of pain or sorrow ( 0:48 minutes ). Perhaps, after more than two hours surrounded by red shirts, at this point and are serious about partying with the Spanish.
The latter is presumably a South African security guard who sees the Spanish players and substitutes, swirl around in the corner Iniesta he is responsible for monitoring. The agglomeration of the players start to come dangerously close to the curb of a ramp and that's when you enter our second man. Showing signs of professionalism without limit and with some degree of ingenuity, their only concern is to ask the Spanish to stay away from the area. As would Manquiña: Professional, very professional ...
The third is a man of Salamanca, who emigrated to Madrid as a young man and reached a successful curriculum in their club, as player and coach, but at the peak of his career, he was cast by the back door. The same kind as in South Africa, being in the eye of the storm, kept his cool when even the most optimistic had his crisis of faith. And at the moment when the ball kissed the net, while all around him exploded, barely flinched when he, more than anyone, deserved to get everything you had inside.
Friends and rivals
There were two chquillos that, year after year, there were several times in the field, facing each other. His clubs, most important of his city, maintain a historic rivalry that transcends the boundaries of professional football. But do not feel those two enemies, rivals themselves, contrary, but by no means enemies. It is not often that two people are able to understand from as young as in the racing world you are nobody without his rival, but they, over time, forged a strong friendship around the rivalry.
One of them, unfortunately, stayed on the road. But it fell into oblivion. When his rival reached the highest glory, when he turned the dream, night after night, every child, it is thought of his friend and shared the moment and the glory with him. No one will forget the gesture of Andresito, so no one will ever forget Dani.
What I paint here?
When you're the president of 50 million persnsetis used to draw attention wherever he goes and be the center of attention. If in addition the individual in question is a polygamist with three wives, it is normal that I'm used to everyone is aware of him. So it's no wonder that Jacob Zuma, fourth post-apartheid South African president, to feel like an octopus in a garage during the trophy presentation that accredited to Spain as world champion.
Time for the truth, when Casillas was already waiting at the forefront of his companions, Joseph Blatter carries the trophy in such a way that keeps as far away from poor Mr. Zuma. The Swiss should not be eager to share the moment of glory with South African President and only at the last moment let Zuma touch the cup with one hand for just a second, then picks it up quickly to raise it to heaven Casillas.
The Jubilee of the Spanish explosion is immediate and overwhelming, so Blatter and Zuma are enclosed half the members of La Red. So much so that Xavi Hernandez is forced to rely on the shoulder of South African President to prevent a fall, almost pushing it. At that time the word protocol lacks any sense and Zuma is only one type is left at the party.
"Album of photos or home video?
As said earlier, each of us has our own memories stored in memory. Some are single images, snapshots that have been printed in a fire in our photo album vital, others are fractions of motion pictures, short videos recorded in POV with our own eyes. To make way for your memories, leave one of mine: I remember how my friends got me to hurry just wrote the post-match article so you can lower the bar to celebrate with everyone.
In NDF | Won Spain won the game: WORLD CHAMPIONS!
In NDF | The name of the day: Andrés Iniesta, when, one notes
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In NDF | Best of 2010
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