Awww, the two poles of European life style. We have German precision on one side, Italian passion on the other. Bratwurst vs. Salami. BMW vs. Ferrari (and Fiat.) Polka vs. Tarantella. Women with hairy armpits vs. women with hairy chins. Men with bad tempers vs. men with short tempers. What's the difference? Who fucking knows?!
If Italy loses, we'll blame it on the players not having had their siestas. We'll go home, make love to our wives, and then root against the French, because they eat snails. (In Italian class, I was taught that, in arguments about who's cuisine is better, Italians always win, by default, because we use the snail defense.)