The football month is over – Italy are the champions!
Somebody says that winning the shoot-out is a matter of chance. I agree – and I always imagined France as a team of good luck and fortune, rather than of technique and other rationalistic stuff. And this unexplainable power was focused through one known man. I was sure that magic should repeat again and France must win until that shameful incident. After it, I clearly got that they had no chances anymore.
Am I kinda mystical? I think, not more than the people who believes that Italian victory was not “real” because “there was a roulette”.