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.

pantomime

Two good teams that won't attack each other...what an awful thing to watch.
A détente came about in the 80th minute of Chile-Spain, and that was the end of Group H's first round. We were treated to 10 or 12 minutes of simulation. The ball was there, but nobody wanted it, so it looked like pantomime.
In their defense, it should be said that they played a great match until then: tense, strong, intelligent and with goals. Also, they were really afraid of each other.