The РОССИЯ chant went up again after that, the way it had every 30 seconds all half. This time it got halfway round the ground and died, one section starting it and the next not answering, and the sound fell into itself.
Men who'd been on their feet since the anthem sat back down. Behind Bounou's goal a fella in a Russia shirt had both hands on his head and hadn't moved in a minute. The wall of noise had holes in it now, and you could pick out one voice at a time in it, the first time all night.
And we started to fight our way back into it.
It showed first in Ziyech. He dropped a shoulder on the halfway line, rolled the first man to close him down with the sole of his boot like it was a Sunday kickabout, and grinned back at their bench.
"Give me it!" he was shouting, slapping his own boot, the lad who'd hidden for 20 minutes wanting every ball now and pointing for more.
