And so we come to the (bitter?) end of that massive hoo-ha that is the World Cup. For once, I'll make a choice and will throw my lot with Spain. If it's good enough for Paul the Pulpo (octopuss) is good enough for me. Besides, once a year, I'm allowed to invoke genetics and ancestral memory and cultural whatnots, innit? But that's me. Manolito is NOT allowed such intellectual luxuries. Whether Spain wins or looses, Manolito will hang (temporarily, of course; we all love him...), for having lost his alien, lofty detachment and having backed any team at all.