finally arrived yesterday
the day, the wait is over, the uncertainty and anxieties that come when the truth ended with a spectacular opening typically colorful African, aggregates, hot showed us the joy of that continent doomed to poverty and many times pain.
moved
The match started with a Mexican set aggressive, loud and irreverent, which showed no regard for the local, who joined the Soccer City proposing, playing offensively and that the misfortune of all the Mexicans fans was able to realize the clearest opportunities he had (as usual). Mexico as time went on and attacked down the speed more patient retaining possession of the ball which is one of its greatest virtues. On the other hand I think the South Africans came to a certain stage fright, because that from what I saw on television was an awesome thing and I sincerely doubt the selection of South Africa that has ever hit a stage of such magnitude, little shortly after the first 10 minutes on the pitch settled, Mexican pressure remained latent but less powerful as minutes ago. At the end of the first part only a couple of close head Guille Franco and fierce lashes Gio Dos Santos was the balance in favor of the TRI.
Bafana Bafana pulled the second half with more informed by the above happened, he planted more brave in their court and took his most important quality, speed, a couple of touches in midfield to put together a lethal backlash that began with a spectacular pass filtering culminating with a superb definition of Tshabalala, who broke the scoreboard and I immediately traced to what happened weeks ago at Wembley, the situation that had become the party and the adverse score recorded screens. That huge pot of cement and grass began to turn into a nightmare for our atiborrante, Giovanni tried to control but Khune denied. Little despair by little took hold of us and the ordeal was growing thousands of vuvuzelas did not help at all to our own, completely silent traditional "# UTO", the feeling of despair and incertumbre invaded our minds, Fortunately the final 11 minutes, one of us managed to overcome that ghost, that heavy earthenware with which to charge the Mexican football, when the truth makes us small, Rafael Marquez returned illusions to the millions of Mexicans we followed the game (and look that Rafa will keep its cool in such situations of high concentration is great, if not remember Korea-Japan 2002.). The definition did against Khune exploit the throats of thousands of fans (and I must confess that my own), Khune had become a real wall in the background, could not hold the shot at close range of Zamora, the 1-1 was signed.
And the most unlikely and that no one imagined at the beginning of the match, ended up spending, see the ruler of the game by asking the time, with water up to his neck, with a face of fear dissipated when the last auction are Mphela crashed into the upper base of the door Rabbit, which left us with the heart in her mouth and fortune that post called us back the soul to the body. In the end a tie Solomon left us as a that as we arrived, no advantage, but with a fucking sense of knowing that are most things well, but we keep failing to mere hours, we could win, but we ended up not losing.
The most exciting news for Mexico was the result between France and Uruguay, which keeps us up and malfunction of both teams during their meeting, leaving us a hope of doing well the next game and that renews us illusions for Thursday coming. In the end the wait was worth it because after all we came back to scream goal, and to celebrate even if it does not lose .=)
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