The days rolled by in a measured rhythm—training, recovery, analysis, rest. The closer Spain got to their first game, the more the intensity built.
Every session had a purpose. Every drill had an edge. The battle for starting spots was fierce, and Izan was right in the thick of it.
The team's preparations remained meticulous. Watching their competition had become routine, and in every match they analyzed, there were lessons to be learned.
Croatia was first on Spain's path, and everyone knew what they were up against.
Modrić. Kovačić. Gvardiol. Perišić.
A team seasoned by experience, fueled by tactical intelligence, and hardened by years of deep tournament runs.
They weren't a side that crumbled under pressure. They dictated play, broke teams down, and punished mistakes with ruthless efficiency.
This wasn't just a match. It was a game that could send a statement of their arrival at the Euros. That they were not there to play second fiddle but to challenge for the title
