King Of Spain

120+2'

Izan—shoulders hunched, breath short—scanned the field—one last chance.

A pass? A shot?

One decision.

Spain surged forward, red blurs against the fading English resistance.

The weight of history pressed down on them, yet Izan carried it like a warrior in his prime.

Rodri, ever the general, looked up. A diagonal ball—sharp, purposeful—sent Dani Olmo into motion on the left flank.

Peter Drury: "Spain's last breath—one last whisper into the wind. Olmo, eyes up, heart pounding… Is there still time? Is there space?"

Olmo—cornered—felt Declan Rice pressing, his presence like a wall of sheer will.

The England midfielder had been a titan all game, but even Titans had their limits.

Olmo hesitated, his muscles coiled with doubt, just enough to create the illusion that the moment had passed.

But it hadn't.

A ghost arrived.

Izan.