Italy 2 France 0, and Holland 2 Romania 0, means that the Azzurri are through to the quarter-finals!
I have to say that although the goal ruled out against Romania shouldn't have been, and so we could or should have won then, the group stage has been pretty stressful and unimpressive considering we are world champions. CB keeps telling me this is irrelevant and should be forgotten, but that's easy to say when it's not his team.
But tonight was a great performance, and even without the sending off I think we'd have won. For France really only Benzema impressed me (though obviously neither Ribery nor Nasri had a chance to do so). For us I thought Buffon was great, Chiellini was pleasing, Perrotta looked very lively and De Rossi was immense, especially once Pirlo went off. I mean, sure, I'm biased but what they hell. I loved it when he just casually wiped his bleeding nose on his shirt and ran straight back on. Grr. Although his goal took such a massive deviation it was practically an Henry own goal. Incidentally, the only thing Henry seems to retain of his glorious past at Arsenal is his hotness. His pace and trickery and genius seem to have seized up a bit, the once unfathomable feints and dodges look mechanical and predictable, like a clockword toy slowly winding down.
Now we face Spain - eek! probably the two best strikers in the tournament, against a somewhat makeshift defence - though it looked very well organised tonight - and Luca Toni doing his finiest impression of a gigantic lumbering carthorse. But I didn't really think we'd get through tonight, so there's always hope. Looks like Romania choked in a big way - I think maybe from the moment Mutu screwed up his penalty against us they lost a bit of belief. Anyway: Spain. and also woo.
CB and I went out and celebrated with a freshly baked giant custard doughnut, and very nice it was too. There is of course much hooting of horns and shouting and waving of flags and setting off of fireworks and bangers. All to the great amusement of CB, of course.
I'm off to sleep the sleep of the victorious. and the sugar-filled.