Izan followed behind his teammates, jogging toward the crowd, offering his own applause in return.
He had not played.
But tonight, Spain had made their statement.
And the rest of the tournament had taken notice.
[France Camp – Bad Lippspringe, Germany]
The French squad had been watching from their sleek training facility, gathered in the lounge with their recovery gear still strapped on.
A few were on foam rollers, others sipping protein shakes, but all eyes had been locked on the screen as Spain calmly dismantled Croatia.
The final whistle barely blew when Theo Hernández exhaled and shook his head. "Pff… pas mal, hein?"
Aurélien Tchouaméni stretched out his legs, cracking his neck. "No, not bad at all."
Marcus Thuram, lounging with his feet up, let out a low whistle. "They made Croatia look ordinary. That's not easy."
Kylian Mbappé was quiet. He sat near the back, hoodie up, watching the screen even after the broadcast had switched to post-match analysis.
