Last night, we found ourselves sitting on the foot ball pitch in the coastal village we are currently in for a few days. Its super hot in Granada, and I knew that today (Monday's) work was only phone calls and messages and in person could wait until tomorrow.

So we stayed and went to the see the Spanish-Argentine final with about 2000 or so passionate fans of all ages, from the tiniest ones to the oldest ones. In front of the jumbotron where all the families with picnic blankets and beach chairs and all the younger punks with drums and horns and screaming shouts in the bleachers behind us, just like bleacher bums in the baseball games in the US.

Never have I had so many goosebumps and ups and downs in the 90 minutes of game and the agony of the 30 minute overtime as Spain ground down Argentine, stood up to their bullying behavour. I've never screamed so hard for a red card when a yellow one was given instead and when it was finally given, screamed OTRA (another one) with all the young punks.

At one point, the yell, Infartino Hijo de Puta echoed in our stands as the young fans expressed their outrage at what seemed to be a bought and paid for game for Argentina to win....but when Spain finally made that goal that stuck (two more were knocked down) the count down from 10 seconds left to none was dynomite.

We danced we screamed we yelled we cried all together as we watched the moon set and the stars come out over the football pitch. And as we walked home, the young punks all got into cars and motos and waved their flags and drove around honking and screaming and celebrating.

What was hard to imagine was that around the world over 4 billion people watched and screamed and yelled with or against us all. And later, when my phone was full of congrats from friends around the world, I began to realize it wasn't just for Spain, it was for humanity. Argentines dirty play routine is no secret and the corruption from within Fifa made itself abundantely clear throughout this world cup.

This morning I spoke with a friend from California, and this phrase has echoed in my head all day. The world needed Spain to win.

Omgosh yes.

There have been too many losses, wars that continue to rage as men seek to exert their power and steal, rob and destroy. Andrew told me yesterday that a Russian soldier only lasts 30 minutes on the front line, and Russia has taken to recruiting young West Africans to fight as their mercenaries. Spanish TV shows far more than most other countries do, and yesterday before I looked away, I saw a man in Gaza being taken to hospital as his severed limb was laid beside him. The never ending war for control, power and money in Iran and lets not forget other places of continued unrest like Southern Sudan where my friend helps bring relief and aid this hot summer.

We have seen loss of jobs as the US cut thousands of government jobs last year. I have a client who has decided to come to Spain to live after experiencing such. 

And for the last 6 months, every single family (not just retirees anymore) that have called me, have begged me to find them a place to live, has come with a level of trauma I cannot begin to imagine.

We needed Spain to win. To win against the corruption, the hate, the dirty playing to win even when it meant cheating. To win even though right afterwards, several Spanish players were punched and thrown to the ground. To be gentleman and shake the hand of those corrupt and hateful men, and celebrate the win, in spite of those men's poison that tried to take the glory away from them.

Maybe this win, can be another spark of light overcoming the darkness. We needed the win.