Like a Rolex made of stone, that was a hard watch.
The game had little to recommend itself, as is the wont of ninety per cent of footballing nil-nils.
The shoot out was, as one hundred per cent of shoot outs are, compelling viewing, another cheeky chippie this time from Ramos the stand out spot kick.
And so Spain reach their third major tournament final on the sp(a)in, and if it's Germany we could be in for a cracker, or a crapper, depending on how good the game is, obviously. Waffling now, tired. Night.