Dani Olmo roared and pushed his chest out so hard he turned the alpha male meter up to 11, looking more like Gladiator-era Russell Crowe than dainty Spanish midfielder. Marc Cucurella joined the testosterone fest and pushed Olmo so firmly in celebration he almost toppled him. Olmo’s scream was the guttural cry of the victor.
He knew his header off the line had probably secured his team Euro 2024. There was almost more joy in the brilliant defensive save than the sweeping moves that won Spain the game. Not content with leading England a dance in midfield, Olmo had turned instinctive defender.
