If muay thai kick to the ribcage is worth a yellow card,
if offside “goals” are goals,
if balls that passed goallines are not counted,
if grass-diving is a valid soccer strategy,
if vuvuzela is “music”,
then I am glad it’s all over.
(I have never missed a WC final since 1990. This one is perhaps the second most boring final after the drab, goalless draw of 1994 that was decided by Baggio’s botched penalty).