The match had settled into a fierce rhythm—fast, technical, and intense.
Every movement felt like it carried weight, every pass loaded with the possibility of something special.
Yet, for all the quality on display, the ball refused to hit the back of the net.
Inside bars, living rooms, and fan parks across the world, the tension was thick.
"This is great football, but a goal would be nice." A fan in the stands said. "We are playing well but I'm still nervous since just a single goal could be dangerous at this point of the tournament".
His friend, sitting beside glanced up at him. "Feels like one is coming, though. Spain look sharp, but Germany aren't sitting back either."
They weren't wrong.
Spain and Germany were locked in a battle of wits and intensity, neither willing to give an inch.
Back on the pitch, Pedri, constantly scanning, spotted the gap and zipped a pass to Izan.
