My dear English friend, you’re absolutely right: for you lot — who invented football, fair play, and also afternoon tea — that Japanese defensive masterclass was pure genius. But for us Brazilians, it’s like they walked onto the pitch in suits and ties, carrying a bloody Excel spreadsheet.
Here in Brazil, 'pragmatic football' is almost a swear word. We don’t just support our team — we suffer for it. If our boys don’t attempt at least three rabonas, one bicycle kick, and a dribble that ends up embarrassing themselves, the crowd will be calling for the manager’s head in the town square. Our favourite tactical formation is 'let Neymar figure it out', and our defence is more of a suggestion than an actual commitment.
So yes, to me, watching a team that refuses to attack is like watching an action film with no explosions — technically correct, but emotionally devastating. Still, I respect your pragmatic view… after all, you’re the people who turned queueing into an Olympic sport.