The wrath of the Germans had finally been dashed to pieces, and the South African hosts sounded their vuvuzelas with greath mirth and merriment. The non-believers countenanced not the abysmal German performance. The heathens wept and called out to the Germans in the departing tourbus. "What shall come of ye in the conflict of the 3rd-place?" inquired a non-believer of a German player. He who is named Schweinsteiger replied, "We shalt gather the remains of our dignity. We pray that we produce victory lest we fall to the Uruguayans." And to this the heathens replied, "Godspeed thou, for thou hast struggled to retain possession against the Spaniards. We fear thou shalt suffer similar hardship at the feet of the Forlan the Conquerer". "He is but a great leader and striker," exclaimed Mueller the Young. "Confident word of us dominating the Uruguayans are rightly thus reduced to dung from the bull." And all were in agreement of the truth uttered from the youth.
Spain did triumph over their oppressors, and they saw that it was a great victory. And lo, the German car flags and mirror-socks did doth disappear. "Behold the Spanish victory", cried the happy people of South Africa, for they celebrated that all was well again in their land. But all was not yet well. "Heed the Dutch, for they have vanquished Forlan the Conquerer," proclaimed David Villa to his followers. "Let us harken unto our great striker's words, for they are wise words," said Xavi. And, at the behest of their prolific goalscorer, the Spaniards knew to prepare substantially for the world's greatest battle.
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