As we all suspected, Rafa's in South Africa, clothed in red and gold, face painted, and armed with a vuvuzela. Wait...hold on...ok, upon further fact checking only one of those things is true. But we can dream.
As for me, I will be with my trusted groomer of donkeys at a bar tomorrow morning rooting on Iker and his band of merry men. Don't let me down, Spain. If you thought I was despondent after you booted by Mannschaft, you don't even want to know how much rage will well up in my body if you lose to the Dutch National Diving Team. La Furia Roja, indeed.
Pack your speedos!