The halftime whistle blew beneath the heavy Geneva rain, swallowed by a roar of mixed emotion.
The Swiss players looked down as they headed towards the tunnel with the Spanish players more eager to get off.
Not because of their lead but because of how cold it was.
Morata, who had just bundled in the rebound to put Spain ahead 2–1, clapped once over his head before turning back to Yamal and Izan.
The three exchanged a few words—brief, quiet—and then vanished into the concrete mouth of the Stade de Genève.
Above, the Spanish supporters were still singing, louder now. Louder because they now lead after a terrifying start from Switzerland.
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The whistle blew for the second half, sharp against the soft patter of rain. A final breath before the plunge.
Spain returned to the pitch with the confidence of a side who knew they had wrestled control of the match.
2–1 ahead now, Morata's goal just before the break giving them a deserved lead.
