Japan and Mexico.
The Semi Final I actually attended.

What can be said about this day.  Well for starters, Wembley was emblazzened in all of its Olympic Regalia, splendour and pomp.


Supporters booed and hissed although more cheers were heard.  Every Japan kick was responded to with emphatic negative, whereas the predominantly Mexican supporters made sure the rest of the time was spent with rapturous applause.  Numerous hoots and hollas, a cacophony of miscellaneous faces melded into one sound,  'Mexico'.
 
I myself cheered on Japan.  Japan's first goal blew the soft tissue out of the back of my skull.  Cranial explosion, gore and pleasure.  A true scorcher which took the Mexicans by surprise.  It struck the top corner of the net, with so much power it felt as though when leather touched netting, the world shook.

All of the goals this match had such a high octane feeling to them.  None were blundered.  Mexico took three goals from Japan.  If seppuku was still in use, Japan's team would have used it after goal 1 for Mexico.

Wembley stood well to the occasion.  Banner emblazoned with the teams in the football.  A true sence of what it means to be apart of the Olympics.

* I finish this story just after the Olympic closing ceremony finishes.  I cannot wait for Rio in four years time.  Samba, clapping and decent weather.  What a change to this very British of Olympics.  I do believe though that this Olympiad in our humble city has been a huge success.  We as a people have welcomed, and even changed for the better.  A politeness, dare I say 'niceness' has come over us.  Back to the world of the drab, but by goodness didn't we put on a cracking good show.

F.D.