If you truly want to know how it feels to be Thierry Henry, I recommend a soccer game in the snow with a bunch of kindergartners.
You will feel: your old legs, your heavy lungs, your creaky knees, your ecstatic heart.
I am, of course, sad for Germany. I find solace in the fact that Ozil would have looked just as sad if they'd won.
The thing I love about Balotelli is his disregard for the stories & meanings & narratives we are so eager and anxious to hoist upon him.