Spain wins 3-1. They restore some dignity. Casillas redeems himself. They come out better prepared and make some adjustments; midfielders show vintage play. Pique and Ramos show up...
Edit: At halftime. Oh well. Spain are just too slow. They have no heart, no energy, no enthusiasm, no speed, no chemistry up high (Diego Costa?), superglue on cleats at their back line; I'm glad this is not Holland again. 0-2. It's over. Every run must come to an end. Spain's strength in the midfield totally negated. No scoring opportunities; certainly, no possession. Anyone could guess the result if Spain came out flat. This is 50% mental 50% age. No hunger. No verve. Poor complacent Spain thought they could sit around and play monkey in the middle, waiting to play in a good service. The style of this world cup only amplified the embarrassment. Spain are not going to score four or five goals. Tiki-Taka RIP. Now I will cheer on Mexico. They are the 'underdogs (literally). Long shot. Deflated. Every dog has its day. Everyone must face a moment of truth.