Let there be blood

Gleeful ruthlessness. The only way to describe the Germans this week. They respond to being handed the toughest road to the finals by scoring 8 goals in 2 games to ruin their competitors.

What's German for "I drink your milkshake?"

This leaves the formerly composed Argentinian team in ruins (Sorry Lisa McCapeofgoodhope)

"But Madame Appletrousers, these spindles aren't originals. They seem ... seem to be copies of the famous biergarten spindles of Munich. You have played me for a fool to the delight of Baron von Muchonneisherschnauder! Oh bloody woe is me!"

Is was such a dominating performance (again) that there are no questions left to be asked of the German team -- except for this one: is their coach Joachim Low a tactical genius to happens to wear Mr. Rodgers cardigans, or is he a regular guy who happens to like eating his own boogers in front of an audience of 1 billion? I say both!