The German defender had thrown himself in the way, deflecting Izan's effort wide.
Spain, undeterred, rushed to take the corner.
The ball was whipped in, curling menacingly toward the near post-—
Rodri jumped—
Header—
Blocked!
Another scramble, bodies crashing together in the box—
It fell to Nico Williams!
A half-volley—
Deflected!
The ball ricocheted out of the box, but Spain refused to let it go.
Izan, stationed outside the area, controlled the loose ball on his chest.
One last moment.
One last attack.
He took a breath—
And struck it.
Low.
Tyler: "AND Izan—"
The ball screamed off his left boot, slicing through the air like a missile. Neuer, already diving, stretched desperately—
But the shot was faster.
A sharp, resounding clang! Echoed through the stadium as the ball crashed off the inside of the post.
The entire crowd gasped.
For a split second, time seemed to pause.
Then—
The ball bounced back into play, rolling toward the penalty spot.
