The ball was placed back at the center circle, but the weight of the moment lingered.
Spain's players jogged back to their positions, their celebrations still ringing in the stands, but on the pitch, their focus was unwavering.
England, however, had no time for mourning. They gathered at the halfway line, Rice clapping his hands, Walker speaking urgently to Stones.
Bellingham, standing with his hands on his hips, exhaled slowly, his mind already finding ways to break down the Spanish setup.
"And so, Spain lead in Berlin. A goal struck with the audacity of youth, with the elegance of a player far beyond his years.
Izan, the boy from Alboraya, the boy who dreamt under Valencian skies, has placed his nation in front. But now, now we see what England are made of."
Peter Drury's voice carried the weight of history as the English players readied themselves.
The whistle blew and play resumed.
