Well, that was dramatic, at least. Not a classic, certainly, but talking points aplenty.
France’s first penalty:
Absolutely no contact whatsoever. Malouda saw the converging defenders, tucked his right leg behind his left and went over. I can’t really blame the referee, as it took me 4 slo-mo angles to come to this conclusion. Justice was done later when France were denied a cut-and-dried penalty in any case. Ho hum. Zizou took a ridiculous risk with his chip, but that’s the fine line between the sublime and the ridiculous, innit.
Zizou’s headbutt:
What? What on earth!? Looking at the replay I think it looks massively pre-meditated; he walked from behind the guy, turned, wound up and BAM! I have no idea what the Italian defender said to him, but I can’t wait to find out. All I can think of is that some sort of Algerian-related slur was used, because the holding beforehand was so utterly trivial that it’s simply impossible that that was what triggered the incident. NBA be damned; in football that’s as straight a red card as you’ll ever see, no two ways about it. Seeing Domenech ironically applaud the referee was just funny; never has there been a more deserved sending-off in football.
Either way, Zidane has managed to cock up the perfect ending to the career of one of the greatest players to walk the earth. I did think, though, as he was forced to trudge off past the World Cup trophy, that he should have grabbed it and legged it as fast as he could. Would’ve been hilarious.
Overall:
Don’t know what to think. I (obviously) thought Italy looked awesome from the set-piece, but they didn’t threaten through open play for the entire second hour, even when a man up. And while France didn’t deserve their first penalty, they certainly deserved the one that wasn’t given. Before the match I didn’t really care who won as long as they gave a strong performance, and I think France arguably gave the strongest attacking performance from open play, without ever quite giving the impression that they actually had the finishing power to do the job. Ribery was a huge disappointment; awful compared to his electric performance against Spain. Henry tried his hardest and nearly showed why he’s worshipped so much at Arsenal, but in the end the chances he was afforded were too few to stand much chance of carving open that Italian defence. As always Cannavaro was huge, Gattuso was also, and I think it’s those individual performances that arguably bought Italy the title; for all their pressure, at no point did it look like France were really going to make the breakthrough.
Ah well. An eventful and dramatic, if not classic, final. Fun, and there are a lot of drunk Italians out in London at the moment. 