Knockout Football [Georgia]

The bus doors hissed open. A wave of cameras and flashing lights met the Spanish national team as they stepped onto the pavement outside RheinEnergieStadion

The air was thick with anticipation—this was the Round of 16, and mistakes could not be undone.

Izan adjusted the strap of his bag and followed the team inside, the rhythmic chants of the Spanish supporters reverberating through the tunnels. 

The stadium was already filling, pockets of red and yellow dominating the stands. This was not just another game; this was where the tournament truly began.

Inside the dressing room, the players settled into their routines. Pedri sat on the bench, lacing up his boots with a quiet focus. 

Rodri stood near the tactical board, exchanging final thoughts with the coaching staff. 

Lamine Yamal, leaned against the lockers, bobbing his head to the music playing through his headphones.