"I knew you got better. I didn't know you turned into this."
Demien's grin broke through despite how hard he was still breathing, and he reached out and tapped Adriano once against the chest before England and Italy split toward their separate dressing rooms.
Adriano's smile didn't quite erase what sat underneath it.
He glanced back toward Italy's door, jaw tightening for a second, still trailing 3-1 whatever admiration he carried for the man who'd done it to them.
The dressing room hit Demien like a wall of noise the moment he walked in.
Bellingham was still laughing, shaking his head at nothing in particular.
Rashford reached over and knocked a hand against the top of Demien's head as he passed toward his seat.
Kane stood near the wall screen, pointing at the three scorer lines still displayed there.
Rice dropped into the seat beside Demien and just shook his head once, no words needed.
