The Marquis is back on track…

Hello again everyone, and it’s nice to see that Spain are winning again! We must say we were worried after big defeats against Argentina and Portugal – alright they were only friendly games like this one against Columbia, and we have won our three Euro qualifiers, but if you lose the momentum in can be dangerous. We have a big Euro match coming up next month against the Czech Republic, and we have to win that one as they are our biggest rivals, even if they did lose to Lithuania.

Anyway, it seems the king of Spain decided to step in to cheer us up a bit. What to do though? We don’t give out lots of honours over here like they do in England, OBI-one-kinobis or nightcaps (Goran tells me he thinks that the word is night-hoodies?), so? I know, says the king, we can make Del Bosque a Marquis! That’s even one up on your English World Cup winner, Sir Alfie Ramsbottom! Maybe a bit over the top though, it has to be hereditary, so all the little Del Twiglets will have to be Marquisisises too, but what the heck! That will be Felipe’s problem, not mine!

So we were woken from our siesta with the news that we have a noble coach! We make our way to the stadium expecting him to come out wearing a crown and an ermine cloak and all that stuff, but he looks just the same as ever! He doesn’t seem to have got the hang of this yet! Nothing seems to change him though, and its the same with the football, same team, patient build up, get kicked around a bit by a team with nine defenders and two goalies etc. Villa falls just short of the goal he needs to break Raúl’s record, hits the post and puts the rebound wide, Iniesta is substituted to a standing ovation from the Bernabeu (ironies of life!), but we could go behind as well until super-subs Navas and Silva combine to score.

A 1-0 win, same score as the Euro and World Cup finals, but Colombia are no Germany or Holland, and we have to do better if we are to win the Euro again. Meanwhile Goran has written to the king asking if he could make him a Count for his services to football reporting, or maybe even better a Viscount, who we suppose is in charge of vice? You are a bit of a count already, I tell him. Did I say that right?