In a least of Pizza, Andrea Bochelle, Luciano Pavarotti and the comedy, Home Sweet Home, add Andrea Pirlo and Mario Balotelli. There are other good things about Italy, but that is extravagantly suffice. A top drawer free-kick to open the Italian account on the night from Centurion Pirlo, a midfield general of note since the departure of the Zinedine Zidanes of this world, the maturing Italian marked his 100th cap in a satisfying, for himself, his admirers and foes alike.
It was however Mario Balotelli's man of the match performance from the first minute until his departure, that was the toast of the match. He just underlined the fact with the winner before bowing out. Italy sunk Mexico in a 2-1 at the giant Maracana of Rio de Janeiro.
What is special about the whole thing is how much he had in the match despite attracting so much attention from defenders. To give you an idea, by the time he made the final contact with the ball before that goal, he was the only Italian against 6 Mexicans inside the penalty area. Many would like to mention that Balotelli was booked for whipping off his shirt, but given that it is official that scoring a goal is more ecstatic than orgasm, people should understand. Nobody plans for orgasm.
Chicharito and Giovanni Dos Santos trouble the Italians all night but it was the experienced former World Cup champions who controlled the matters well till the end.
It was Luis Suarez's free-kick scored with minutes of play left and Xavi's 70 passes in the first half compared to 95 that Uruguay made in total. The world champions won comfortably 2-1 as the South Americans were denied any space. The usual suspects in that Spanish centre park suffocated the influence of Gaston Ramires reasonably well.