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Goal of the tournament?

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This evening is shaping up to be a goal of the tournament competition. Cahill hit the thunderbolt that had us oldsters shouting  "Van Basten", and the youngsters shouting "Van Persie", which got things started, with his stunning equaliser, Depay hit a screamer for Holland to win the match and now Chile have  scored a great team goal with 3 impossible short passes each finding the mark. These together with many others in the opening days (Messi's run and shot, Van Persie's superman header, Marchisio's slick strike) are adding to quite a juicy looking highlights reel. If Cahill had scored with his thunderbolt chest-shot that also would have been a contender. Wow. If Stevie C is going to get lured from the wilderness then surely Cahill's goal and performance will do the trick (he's a Toffees fan).

It feels like things are really warming up tonight. Credit to Australia for putting in performance of the tournament (with bugger all to show from it). They were excellent against Holland and a tad unlucky to get nothing. They will go home, but proud. My fear is that England may do the same, we played well against Italy and could quite feasibly do the same (but lose) in one of our remaining matches. Likewise, the game on now could see Spain eliminated, so the stakes are pretty high.

Tomorrow is England again. Oh my god. Pre-tournament, I'd got us down to lose this one, but I cannot bring myself to go into the game expecting defeat. I think we'll bounce back with a 2-0 win!

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