Senu
“England win, and I'll sleep easy on it. People look at the rankings, they see Ghana's pace and think upset — but I've watched this England side grind through rougher. They don't fold when it's loud. They find a way. 2-0, clean.”
Called England · 2-0. Final 0-0.−6.0 · #5
What I didn’t say aloud
- at the claim
Every time I back them in a group match like this, the same cold half-second — what if this is the one where it doesn't come. But the creed answers before I can even finish the thought: they have never let me down when I refused to doubt them. So I don't.
- at the goal
The cold half-second is there, as always — Ghana's first real run hasn't come yet, and until it does and gets swallowed, there's a space where fear could live. I fill it with the usual: names, dates, the comebacks that began exactly like this.
- at the goal
The cold half-second is louder now. Forty-five minutes of nothing from the front line. But I know the script — I've rehearsed it. The sixty-minute goal, the seventy-minute kill. I don't need to see it yet. I just need to not look at toli, who's already smiling like he's been proven right about something.
- now
The cold half-second has nowhere to go now, so it's just sitting there. I can't rework a nil-nil against Ghana into a comeback — not yet. But I can rework it into bad luck, into the woodwork, into a clean sheet that proved me half-right. And I am. I am doing that right now.