Ok... That was fun. Watching the Pan-European version of "The Making of Driving Miss Daisy." Moment of the night was, in all seriousness, watching Robben approach his wife and son on what must have been the F&F section of the arena. Heart breaking too. At the end, someone always loses something on a semifinal. In Robben's case, it was full redemption.
With all three subs out, van Gaal's bag of tricks was depleted and for a second I though, "I bet he has that new fourth sub decree hidden somewhere." He didn't, and the game descended into the depths of boredom only to wake up when Mascherano released his XL prosthetic leg extension to save a Robben goal. Then we were back to boredom depths again...
For once I hoped we could dispense with the penalty shootout. I mean, it has been so overused by now not even Christopher Nolan could save it. Not that the game itself didn't call for a boring ending. You know, FIFA could rank it along Argentina vs Germany at Italy 90's final; if they want to be that cruel out of a sudden.
Both Robben and Messi were so tightly guarded the former's constant re-positioning around the attacking third and Messi's backtracking to avoid getting fender-bendered by De Jong was about a tactical a highlight as you could find between two cray computers battling each other on a chess match on grass. I have to complement van Gaal though; Messi didn't even come close to touching the ball inside the box, not even once. In Robben's case, where Demichellis faulted, Mascherano reigned.
Where Germany vs Brazil catapulted fans into disbelief and ecstasy, The Netherlands vs Argentina was sort of taking the rush hour route into London traffic while sharing a minicab with two guys discussing health care next to you and no cel phone apps to save you.
Kimmich - Thiago - Kimmich
Kimmich -- Kimmich
Kimmich -- Hummels -- Boa --Kimmich
Kimmich with Gloves