Clearly, Spain was a better team.
Good enough to make German children cry.
Still, we can take comfort in those areas where we're still ahead of Spain.
Like, maybe...well...our bond rating.
And we have one eerily psychic octopus.
Whose life, I fear, may now be in danger.
Bad luck, Jungs: well done in getting much further than expected, and thanks for so many fine moments.
Now: let's take third place! (When our Ringo Starr look-alike will again be on the pitch.)