Tik. Tik. Somebody's zip going round in a dryer.
He had the iPad on his knee. He turned it face down when I came in.
"I want the corner," I said. "Moscow. The 1 we took at 3-3. Can you get it?"
Bray looked at me for a while. Then he turned the iPad back over.
The picture was already up and stopped. MAR 3 FRA 3 in the top corner, and a clock beside it at 91:07.
"How long have you had that on there?"
"Since the Tuesday after." He did not look sorry about it. "It is a corner. Corners are what you pay me for."
"Play it."
"Sit down first."
I sat on a crate of bibs.
Tk.
I knew that goal from 3 steps inside a touchline. The television had it from the roof.
The noise of the Luzhniki came out of a speaker the size of a 5p piece. The picture was wide, the whole pitch with the rain coming across it in sheets, and Hakim Ziyech was a small green shape walking to the corner flag.
