Dear Spain,

No hard feelings, right? If there are any, then tough. We are not the ones who scored those goals or failed to stop them going into the nets.

But at least you guys have photos with the World Cup in your cabinet, so kudos (clap, clap).

And since there must be space in your album, here are a few more photos to throw into the mix – kind of like making a Spanish Omelette…speaking of which:

But if you’re not that hungry, then perhaps you can eat Ugandan (I sense a sneer on the face of the Spanish Prime Minister, but he would be pleasantly surprised after the first bite into this):

He’d look a lot less grumpy after one of these, I’m sure; and hopefully he’ll share it with Vicente, del Bosque, who as he reads this blog must be thinking:

 

He probably didn’t get audience with the Prime Minister earlier otherwise like many other Spaniards:

 

Anyway, last night we watched the game on channels such as UBC.

 

It wasn’t an easy game at all for our ‘brothers’ and we felt genuinely sorry even though we ribbed them to no end…all unnecessary if Rajoy had only apologised as frequently advised from all corners.

We talked about a lot while watching the game, but kept a certain focus running.

 

And also made it clear where we stood:

 

So the inevitable happened, for reasons that had nothing to do with #SpainIsNotUganda – it was all practical:

Before long:

 

The options began to open up:

Either way, there was just one option left (besides the apology for saying #SpainIsNotUganda):