The hotel's lounge was filled with the low hum of conversation, but most of the Spanish squad had gathered around the large TV mounted on the wall.
Luis de la Fuente's pre-match press conference was being broadcast live, and while they should have been winding down for the night, the opportunity to analyze their coach's words—and poke fun at each other—was too good to pass up.
Izan sat near the back, arms crossed as he sipped from a bottle of water.
He wasn't particularly invested in watching the conference, but he wasn't going to be the only one not paying attention either.
On-screen, De la Fuente sat at the podium, his expression composed as the journalists took turns firing their questions.
"Coach, tomorrow is your biggest match of the tournament so far. How do you feel about the team's preparation?"
De la Fuente nodded slightly. "I'm very pleased. The group has been training at a high level, and I see a strong sense of unity in the squad.
