Germany win 2014 World Cup

When the goal finally arrived, 112 minutes into a long, wearing night of tension, there were members of the German entourage who seemed intent on re-enacting the infamous end to the Ryder Cup at Brookline. Their victory run, en masse, took them all the way from the dugout to the opposite side of the pitch where André Schürrle had created the game’s decisive moment.

Mario Götze, another of Germany’s substitutes, had taken down Schürrle’s cross on his chest with his first touch. His second was to arrow a left-volley into the net and ensure that Germany will always remember Rio de Janeiro with the same fondness as Bern in 1954, Munich in 1974 and Rome in 1990.


Argentina’s anguish will not be made any easier by the knowledge that Gonzalo Higuaín and Lionel Messi both passed up opportunities to put in place what the people of Brazil have been calling the pesadolo – the nightmare – before extra time. Germany had struggled at times for their most devastatingly effective fluency and there was plenty to encourage the loud, boisterous Argentinian fans who had travelled across the border, turning the Sambadromo and Avenida Atlantica into temporary festival sites and going through those loud songs about Maradona being better than Pelé.

Yet Germany are worthy champions even if they found it difficult to reach their most illuminating heights and it was a wonderful goal with which to win this competition for a fourth occasion. It is the culmination of a story that brings together intelligent forward thinking and a clear strategy and Gotze is an apt match-winner as one of the new generation of players to come off the conveyor belt.

Germany’s primary concern beforehand had to be that they had peaked too early on that night in Belo Horizonte when they turned Brazil’s tournament into an ordeal. They settled quickly but, equally, it did not take long before there was hard evidence that they were taking on much sturdier opponents this time. Messi made the Maracanã wait before the first seamless turn of speed and direction. Yet Alejandro Sabella’s players did show why Lothar Matthäus and Franz Beckenbauer, two members of German football royalty, had talked with a strange lack of understanding when they had acclaimed Germany as being the favourites by a country mile. Beckenbauer had been emboldened enough to say it “can be only Germany” when the truth was that Sabella’s side, and a little fella in particular wearing the No10 shirt, were far too talented to be underestimated that way.