"Izan's got on the end of it," the commentary came as Izan took the ball in between his legs, before slipping past Cherki's stuck-out fingers, which were trying to grab onto the hem of his jersey.
Just before he could get into stride, Rodri appeared in front of him again, showing him the way outward, but Izan, with no plans of following Rodri, slowed before pushing the ball to the left, forcing Rodri to chase instead.
While the Spaniard did so, Reijnders recovered, joining Rodri to double team as the duo boxed Izan in between them, giving him subtle nudges and kicks on the shin, but their joy was short-lived, because in the next second, Izan wasn't there any more.
Reijnders felt it first.
Not the movement, but the absence of it.
He turned his head sharply, already knowing something was wrong, eyes scanning the space where Izan had been boxed in just a heartbeat earlier.
