No words to describe it really. As I watched the penalties unfold, and as one Spanish player after another trudged up to take their penalty, I kept wondering: "errr, where's Cesc? Is he taking one?" And so he eventually did. The fifth penalty. The deciding one. As he first walked up, and I saw the no. 10 - I was, like, like...is that Cesc? Did Aragones just put him up to be the fifth penalty-taker??!! Pardon my dreary 5.30am-eyes, but I did do a double-take.Cesc, the boy who later said on the BBC that since turning professional, he hadn't taken a single penalty - would have the responsbility of putting his country into the semis of a major tournament for the first time in 24 years. Would also have the responsibility of beating the Italians for the first time in 80 years, and would have the responsibility of putting to bed the so-called curse of 22nd Junes.
And did he take it! Cool as a (fucking) cucumber. Past Gigi Buffon, arguably the tournament's best keeper thus far - the one who saved Italy's arse the game before with a penalty save. It may have been Cesc's first professional penalty, but on this, he's gonna face many more penalties in time to come. Le Boss will have some thinking to do now, as far as his penalty takers are concerned.
No other bloody Arse news, so I'll spend the rest of the day watching replays of Cesc's penalty. Toodle'oo.
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