Either you like them or you don't. But sports fanatics are seldom ambivalent, whether it's a team they support or an individual. If you're cheering for your country (or adopted country), that's one thing. But it's the neutrals I identify with - their passion backed not by blind nationalism, but reason and an aesthetic appreciation of the sport.
In cricket, unless you were around when Bradman's Invincibles were strutting their stuff, the discussions must necessarily revolve around the West Indians of the 1970s and 1980s, and the Australians of the late 1990s and 2000s. Unless you know someone who had his head cracked open by Andy Roberts or one of the others, chances are that you took to the Calypso Kings. They were likeable. They played hard, but fair. Not something many people felt about the Australians when they bossed the competition around. The Aussies worked their magic on the field, but very few really warmed to them.
As I now watch Spain at Euro 2012 (after having watched them at Euro 2008 as well as the 2010 World Cup), I feel there is a strong resemblance between the current world champion footballers and the Caribbean cricketers of that era. The Italian footballers are too cynical, the Germans too robotic (or until recently were), the Brazilians, well, too good maybe. But the Spaniards are a breed apart.