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Olympiastadion, Berlin
Peter Drury: "And now the storm rages on! England, fueled by Bellingham's brilliance, come again!
There is no pause, no breath—just white shirts flooding forward, hammering at Spain's walls and we are here for it."
England pushed immediately after the restart.
A quick throw-in—Walker to Saka. A return pass. The ball moved like lightning.
Alan Smith: "Spain need to weather this, Peter. England are relentless now. This is where the game tilts—can Spain hold firm, or will England drive the dagger deeper?"
Rodri, ever the general, roared at his teammates. "Tighten up! Hold the line!"
Spain compressed, but England didn't wait for them to organize.
Walker, seeing the gap, launched a diagonal pass over the top.
Peter Drury: "It's Walker! Sending it long—oh, and Kane is there! Kane rising—"
Harry Kane, England's captain, muscled past Laporte, planting his feet and launching into the air.
He met the ball cleanly, flicking it backward-
