"Haaah…" his shoulders sank as the air left his lungs, and in that moment, it was the only reaction Kevin De Bruyne could conjure and that more than told the story.
He sat slightly apart from the other Belgian players at their camp, one arm resting across the back of a chair to his left as the television continued showing the Portugal-Spain match.
The rest of the squad were gathered in front of the screen after their own victory over the United States, but nobody was celebrating anymore.
They were watching.
They had seen Cristiano Ronaldo's header, and they had seen whatever it was that Izan had done.
Despite watching it 4 times, De Bruyne still didn't get what was happening.
"How nice it would have been to play with him," he muttered to himself as he thought about a few things.
He had played against Ronaldo.
He had played against Spain.
He knew what world-class football looked like.
