It had to be Germany. It was never really in doubt.
Cracking atmosphere for this one. Superb local cafe (see Greece 2-1 Nigeria) showing both games provided ample atmosphere alongside a double screening.
Our party was seated on the Aus-Serb side of the external seating area, positioned perfectly between a group of Australians (behind) and Serbians (in front). We found ourselves cheering on the antipodeans, primarily because the Serbians were smokers and threatened to put us off our burgers.
The Gha-Germ side of the divide kept us updated on the score via the solemn faces of the England fans as Mesut Ozil scored an absolute peach to confirm the inevitable. I'm already come in for a bit of flack for not picking Ozil as my Player of the Tournament, and now I might be in danger of upsetting Mesut-fans by keeping faith with Tshbalala too. The boy is clearly a talent, but he's not single-handedly taken his team through to the last 16. He just doesn't take enough set pieces...
Although it was ultimately to no avail, great to see Tim Cahill score with a header. I'm genuinely of the opinion that he's currently the best attacking header of a football in the English Premier League. Seriously.
This is not a header:
THE STORY SO FAR
Match of the tournament: Portugal 7-0 North Korea
Player of the tournament: Diego Forlan (Uruguay)
Goal of the tournament: Tshabalala (South Africa v Mexico)
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