Another day, another Spain snooze-fest, another victory for football!

I tried. I really tried.

I really wanted to appreciate the magnificence of Spain, the holy quest by which they play football the right way, with all the passing and the moving and the passing. And the passing.

But the playacting.

And the diving.

And the rolling around.

And the howls of pain and the clutching of faces every time a Uruguay player's hand came up within touching distance. By my count Jordi Alba, Roberto Soldado, Sergio Ramos, and Sergio Busquets each died about three times out there tonight. Thank goodness for modern medicine, right? Resurrection!

Fortunately, none of the Chelsea trio started nor got any significant game time so I don't have to associate them with this entirely disappointing two hours of my life. Juan Mata did make an appearance for the final ten minutes and took his place as just another nameless, faceless cog in the passing machine of doom.

Oh, and speaking of doom. I don't think Chelsea target Edinson Cavani (or, in fact, any of the Uruguay players) will remember this one fondly. Even when Luis Suarez smacked home a free kick with two minutes to go, Uruguay failed to threaten and make things interesting in the least bit and Spain ran out the easiest of 2-1 winners.

Another victory for football! Oh well.