UEFA Euro 2008 Knockout Stage - Final

Final

The final match was played between Germany and Spain on 29 June 2008 at the Ernst Happel Stadion in Vienna, Austria. Spain won the match 1–0, the winning goal scored by Fernando Torres.

29 June 2008 (2008-06-29)
20:45
Germany 0–1 Spain Ernst-Happel-Stadion, Vienna
Attendance: 51,428
Referee: Roberto Rosetti (Italy)
Report Torres 33'
Germany Spain

GERMANY:
GK 1 Jens Lehmann
RB 3 Arne Friedrich
CB 17 Per Mertesacker
CB 21 Christoph Metzelder
LB 16 Philipp Lahm 46'
CM 8 Torsten Frings
CM 15 Thomas Hitzlsperger 58'
RW 7 Bastian Schweinsteiger
AM 13 Michael Ballack (c) 43'
LW 20 Lukas Podolski
CF 11 Miroslav Klose 79'
Substitutions:
DF 2 Marcell Jansen 46'
FW 22 Kevin Kurányi 88' 58'
FW 9 Mario Gómez 79'
Manager:
Joachim Löw

SPAIN:
GK 1 Iker Casillas (c) 43'
RB 15 Sergio Ramos
CB 4 Carlos Marchena
CB 5 Carles Puyol
LB 11 Joan Capdevila
DM 19 Marcos Senna
RM 6 Andrés Iniesta
CM 8 Xavi
CM 10 Cesc Fàbregas 63'
LM 21 David Silva 66'
CF 9 Fernando Torres 74' 78'
Substitutions:
MF 14 Xabi Alonso 63'
MF 12 Santi Cazorla 66'
FW 17 Dani Güiza 78'
Manager:
Luis Aragonés

Man of the Match:
Fernando Torres (Spain)

Assistant referees:
Alessandro Griselli (Italy)
Paolo Calcagno (Italy)
Fourth official:
Peter Fröjdfeldt (Sweden)

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