​Pedro Porro hung a cross into the sky and Argentina’s defenders squinted at the ball like a dying sun, watching it set behind them. There, Nico Williams arrived by stealth to head it back into yawning space in the middle of the box, where Ferran Torres had momentarily slipped the attention of a limping Giuliano Simeone. Torres steadied himself before rapping his left foot through the ball, piercing a gap above Emiliano Martinez’s gloves, and then he was off, adrenaline pumping, eyes bulging.What an earth do you do when you’ve just won your country the World Cup? Marco Tardelli cried tears of joy. Andres Iniesta took his shirt off. Torres decided to murder a corner flag. Ferran Torres celebrates after scoring Spain’s World Cup final goal (Reuters)There was bedlam on the pitch and delirium in the stands. The cameras cut away from Torres’s manic celebrations to show a group of grinning men in expensive suits. Sergio Ramos hugged David Villa, Iker Casillas rubbed Carles Puyol’s long mane, and in amongst them was Iniesta himself, offering a little clap and smile.Only he truly knew the feeling. Sixteen years ago, Iniesta received a bouncing ball in the box from a teammate, steadied himself and crashed a shot past the goalkeeper to win Spain the World Cup. Then it was 1-0 over Netherlands in Johannesburg after extra time; here it was 1-0 over Argentina in New Jersey after extra time. He and Torres will forever be connected by whatever that drug feels like.“I think in the end the goal came from 47 million people, not just those of us that are here,” an emotional Torres said. “Today destiny was written, it was made for us to win. We’re far from our people today but we tried to be as close as possible to them.”Spain have won a second World Cup and they have done it in much the same way as the first, as the great class of 2010, dominating the ball, grinding teams down, starving them of touches, of chances, of the general experience of playing football. Portugal were smothered. Belgium were squeezed out. France were dumbfounded. And here Argentina decided to try their hand at a different sport altogether, more Ultimate Fighting Championship than Fifa World Cup. Spain were forced to access their deepest reserves of patience to break through, to find their inner calm to avoid being sucked into the scrap.No one will remember much of an ugly final, not even those who played in it. At the end, these sorts of games leave behind only a kaleidoscope of stills: Pau Cubarsi sent into the stratosphere by Enzo Fernandez; Simeone lashing his late shot into the stands; Lionel Messi sprawled on the grass in contemplation; Rodri in tears at the final whistle; Leandro Paredes losing his mind, if he ever had one. Even the violence had echoes of 2010, when Nigel De Jong sent his studs flying into Xabi Alonso’s rib cage and got away with it, long before the age of VAR. Ferran Torres, left, turns away to celebrate after scoring Spain’s winner (Getty)Spain’s