LUSAIL STADIUM: How do you claim a beautiful victory in an ugly game? Argentina were doing just that, late, late on Saturday.
The Dutchmen in their yellowish orange were strewn in the centre-circle, in that kind of helpless sprawl that you don’t like to be, but simply cannot lift yourself either. The crushing sleep paralysis in the full glare of the world. The Argentines in their pale blue, were running past, a new life, a new wind, making faces at their fallen opponent as they ran towards Lautaro at the far end, celebrating before the delirious Argentine faithful as if he had just conquered the world.
