Has been an incredible success so far. Every result predicted correctly (aside from one, and that one was an aberration), and in many cases the scoreline has been eerily accurate.

I am sure that given this fact you will all want to know what the adhocometer(TM) predicts for the final. This thread will reveal, bit by bit.

First up: Beer.

Spain, does have one or two drinkable lagers it's true, but most of them are rubbish, and there's nothing that I have ever encountered in Spain that could be called exceptional or even good. Germany, on the other hand, is awash with great beer, veritably swimming in the stuff. First blood to Germany.

Germany 1 Spain 0

Can the adhocometer be franchised out? I demand a version for the NPL on my blog.

Spain weather the early storm of beer related German attacks, penned back in their own half for the fiust 20 minutes of the match as shot after shot rains in on Casillas's goal. But then the match shifts - wine is up, and the delicious range of reds at great prices from regions both well-known (like Rioja/Navarra) and less well known (many areas of Catalunya, Ribeira del Duero, etc) ensures that an equaliser is coming. And in due course it does, despite a rearguard action from a few Rieslings

Germany 1 Spain 1

It can indeed, EIM, but it may need to be programmed with different criteria. I have feeling "wine" won't be a good match up for Leek vs Matlock, for example.

No, you'd want "Sounds most like a vegetable" for that...

And onto food. Having drawn level, Spain are now thoroughly on top of this game. Olive oil, tomatoes, garlic, onions, rice, chick peas, lentils, saffron, the range of delicious ingredients is almost endless. They have plucked their food from the mediterranean, the new world, and the Arab world. Delicious and fulfilling. Germany...well, the less said about German cuisine the better. It's got a lot of meat in it, I suppose. Spain take the lead for the first time in the match.

Germany 1 Spain 2

I can try:

Wine: You can buy some in Leek from Morrisons, or that late night Co-Op near the chippy. However most Leekites will not go near wine so business is not brisk.

Matlock now has a fancy arse Sainsburys, so probably has a better selection, although I think the offy in the centre has shut now and the Somerfield is very small.

0-0

Actually, scrub that, Leek aren't even in the NPL anymore.

Did they reach the giddy heights of the Conference once?

The teams are out for the second half, and this time it is Spain out of the blocks first. Current political situation pits Zapatero against Merkel. Really no contest, and Spain increase their lead.

Germany 1 Spain 3

So you're allowing a country that wants to enfranchise apes to win through on politics?

On second thoughts, it is Merkel in other corner, you're right...

Literature. And now the match gets more nip and tuck. Cervantes piles forward surrounded by a amazing number of poets. Lorca, de Unamuno, Fray Luis de Leon, Machado, all are running rings round the German defence, but somehow caan't seem to score. Back come Germany, and Goethe, Hesse, Mann, and Grass, all in the thick of the action. The match is causing commentators to get excited all over Europe, and then just as it seemed this portion of the game would end scoreless, Bertolt Brecht scores with a diving header.

Germany 2 Spain 3

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Did they reach the giddy heights of the Conference once?

Certainly did. Since then it's been a long slow protracted demise. The last relegation was dependant on something silly like them losing and four other teams winning, which duly happened.

My colleague's just pointed out that the Adhocometer (TM) allows for literary history, yet sticks to only contemporary music. What's going on there?

And no Kafka?!

Modern music. Brahms and Mahler and Beethoven and Rodrigo are all suspended for this part of the match, as are Krautrock bands and Flamenco musicians. this leaves the pitch rather bereft as a series of bemulletted shlager-ites do battle against some rather insipid pop acts from Spain. Ultimately Ojos de Brujo pop up at the death and slot home the winner, sending the Spanish crowd into ecstacy.

Final score: Germany 2 Spain 4

Kafka was from Prague.