I am an emotional mess.

I am moved by such overwhelming joy, seeing Spain has come such a long way to make history tonight.

When my Elvish Prince broke down in tears, I just felt the surge of emotions making their ways to the tear ducts and they were just uncontrollable.

I just sat there and soaked in every single emotion displayed….

.. the unadulterated joy, the pure ecstasy to be top of the world… and the brilliance when the stadium was lit up by the fireworks, and marked the fairytale (well, at least to me, it was) ending.

My heart went out to the Dutch as they sat there, despondent, yet with great sportsmanship, flanked the champions as they descended to the pitch with the prize in hands.

Though I might have a word or 2 on the level and amount of fouling which tainted the game. They say it is only Mark van Bommel, but gee, he definitely isn’t alone!

When Netherlands played Brazil, Brazil had commented that Netherlands play South American style football.. now we know why.

I am now slightly apprehensive to wear Orange anytime soon, in case I become somewhat violent too. Cross me and I might just stamp you in your chest!

I have been lucky that I didn’t get my heart broken so far with all the world cup finals, but I know the blow will be too hard to take that I kept repeating to myself how lower expectations will bring lesser pain with build up to the match. Especially with my Azzurri out of the competition, my hopes and happiness were hanging on the sometimes inconsistent Spain, which I prayed and wished for a night of splendor on the night it matters most.

And with my kind of jinx, I tried very hard not to show too much blatant support to jinx the team I support. Not even the Oracle Octopus could buy me a peace of mind.

Apparently, judging from the facebook and twitter responses, most people are actually not in favour of a Spanish win.

Have to say that I was surprised to see Netherlands seemingly run out of steam towards the end, and the goal just killed them. They seemed to give up there and then and didn’t see the need to fight back. I was expected higher level of resistance from this team cos I did have very high expectations of them.

I have so much to say but with so much emotions build up, I shall go savour this moment of glory by such a brilliant team, and ease the tension I put my mind and body through. You know, some moments call for clenching the butt cheeks quite often…

I thought I was gonna have a heart attack or something and gonna die too soon as I waited for the final whistle with bated breath. And when it finally did, it was a fiesta!

I have been waiting for the day my Elvish prince to shine and become King.

And he finally did.

A warm, thoughtful touch from the match winner of the night, was for the team mate who had passed on too immaturely at the prime of his life – Dani Jarque – siempre con nosotros.

Always with us.

And I believe, this team would like to dedicate this victory to him.

Congrats Spain, all these years of emotional investment finally got some positive ROI, laughs.

The moment of pride when they wore the scarlet tops with a star.. the men grinning like boys.. the bad singing from my Elvish King.. the instance the cup was lifted and the confetti rained.

A virgin victory. One that holds so much meaning behind it. Etched into the history books.

Unlike the last world cup when I am happy, laughing, jumping and screaming, this year’s world cup win is a much more emotional one, where it is lingering, and hauntingly so.

If it was few days earlier, I might just empty an entire box of tissue.

I might as well confess that I was so emotionally earlier this week that I was triggered by Waka waka MTV to actually break down and sob. I remember how silly and emotional that moment was. I mean, really, what the fuck right? To actually wanna break down just because of a fucking waka waka MTV?!

Well, that’s hormones for you.

Will write more when I am more coherant. I think I might just have sweet dreams of me on the pitch, part of the Spanish celebration

You guys have come a long way, baybeh.