Boom.
That is where it starts. One drum, somewhere up in the green, before we are even out of the tunnel.
Boom. Boom. Boom-boom-boom.
And I stood in the mouth of that tunnel with 10 fringe men and a keeper who had waited his turn, and I could feel it coming down the concrete throat of the Luzhniki at us. Not a sound yet, a pressure, a thing pushing back against the air.
I thought, not for the first time in this tournament, that I was going to be sick, and there was nowhere to do it.
Then Amine Harit stepped up level with me.
21 years old. First start of his life, and the life in question was a World Cup semi-final against Harry Kane. He had gone the colour of the tunnel wall an hour ago and it had not come back. He did not say anything to me.
