a hollywood final

In the 22nd minute, the Forces of Evil tap one of its most trusted agents, Mark van Bommel, to put an end to the beautiful game. Van Bommel accepts the mission and furiously tackles Xavi from behind. Five minutes later, his partner in crime Nigel de Jong flies with a karate kick aimed at Xabi Alonso's chest, and the match goes definitely underground.
The good Spaniards almost die a couple of times but never give up. They look for space, they search for the light, and every time there's a respite—at half time, at the end of the 90 minutes and at the end of the first 15 minutes of extra time—you can see them encouraging each other and you can almost hear a voice telling them to march on, to fight on, to look for the strength within, etcetera.
The sorrows are countless, but in the 116th minute, when everything is about to end, the innocent hero, the pure of heart, Andrés Iniesta, steps up and saves the beautiful game with a championship goal.
Spain 1 - Holland 0.

poor imitation

The Slovakian defender Martin Skrtel lifts his foot to chin level and the Spanish referee Alberto Undiano calls a foul. Skrtel goes haywire and imitates his coach, Vladimir Weiss, who has spent most of the match shouting at Undiano.
Many coaches think that waging a psychological war against the referees is part of their job, and that's why they're always shouting from the side-line and protesting any decision that favors the other team. They're generally men who have an inflated sense of their place in the game.
Skrtel, then, infected as he is with psychological warfare, forgets the ball, forgets Kuyt, the Dutch forward who's behind him, and lets it all out against Undiano.
The ball is played fast to Kuyt, who gets into the Slovakian box and looks up. Skrtel runs back, but has no time to get to anyone. He's bound to lose.
Kuyt sends the ball to the middle of the box. Sneijder comes in unmarked and scores the second goal for Holland. It's the 84th minute, too late for Slovakia to tie the match.