When I see Carles Puyol, I am reminded of Mickey Rourke's character in "The Wrestler" - with a face framed by long, unruly, dirty blond locks. A face seamed with the ravages of age and hardship beyond recognition, wills his bruised and battered body beyond the limits of
medical science human physiology, and ultimately triumphs with his heroics.
That was Puyol. As he has been for Barcelona. An unrelenting presence at the back. Today, he scored the most important goal in his life. Xavi's corner was heading to the dim, dark periphery when Puyol flung himself at the ball. Rising above men a generation younger.
Spain go to heights never experienced before. Just like Euro 2008, they needed one single game changing moment which they achieved. But it was not David Villa or Fernando Torres who led Spain across the Rubicon as planned but the iconic face of the Spanish team. Carles Puyol. What an image that will be for generations of Spaniards.
Speaking of which, can we get the octopus to predict stock picks?