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With Win, Spain Takes On the Meaning of Nation"Yo soy Español, Español, Español!" As a whistle in  Johannesburg ended the final match of the 2010 World Cup, 5,000 miles  away, an entire country burst into song. From the shirtless kids taking a  celebratory jump into Madrid’s Cibeles fountain to the couples draped  in Spanish flags dancing their way down Barcelona’s famous Ramblas, all  of Spain, it seemed, was chanting the same joyful lyrics. But perhaps no  one sang with more fervor than Mahbubul Alam. Watching the game through  the window of a café in Madrid’s Lavapiés neighborhood, his entire body  shook as he belted out the words everyone was singing: "I am Spanish,  Spanish, Spanish!" The fact that Alam is Bangladeshi hardly seemed to  matter. 
Every World Cup has its stories, but this year’s competition was  especially ripe with overarching narratives. From the romantic (in a  live, postgame interview, ecstatic goalie Iker Casillas planted a kiss  on the shocked reporter who — sigh! — just happened to be his  girlfriend) to the financial (the win, promised several newspapers,  would bring a boost to the foundering economy), Spain’s 2010 World Cup  was about so much more than goals and penalties. It was about identity —  what it means to belong to the new Spain. 
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With Win, Spain Takes On the Meaning of Nation
"Yo soy Español, Español, Español!" As a whistle in Johannesburg ended the final match of the 2010 World Cup, 5,000 miles away, an entire country burst into song. From the shirtless kids taking a celebratory jump into Madrid’s Cibeles fountain to the couples draped in Spanish flags dancing their way down Barcelona’s famous Ramblas, all of Spain, it seemed, was chanting the same joyful lyrics. But perhaps no one sang with more fervor than Mahbubul Alam. Watching the game through the window of a café in Madrid’s Lavapiés neighborhood, his entire body shook as he belted out the words everyone was singing: "I am Spanish, Spanish, Spanish!" The fact that Alam is Bangladeshi hardly seemed to matter.

Every World Cup has its stories, but this year’s competition was especially ripe with overarching narratives. From the romantic (in a live, postgame interview, ecstatic goalie Iker Casillas planted a kiss on the shocked reporter who — sigh! — just happened to be his girlfriend) to the financial (the win, promised several newspapers, would bring a boost to the foundering economy), Spain’s 2010 World Cup was about so much more than goals and penalties. It was about identity — what it means to belong to the new Spain.

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