By the following morning, anticipation had swallowed almost everything else.
Across Spain, cafés buzzed with debate before breakfast had even finished.
In Portugal, every sports station had abandoned every other topic.
Across America, broadcasters promoted the fixture almost hourly.
Some called it the biggest international match in years, while others went further, calling it names like;
A clash between generations.
One final masterpiece against football's brightest future.
No one wanted to miss it.
Back in Chattanooga, Luis de la Fuente stood with folded arms as another training session unfolded before him.
The ball moved exactly where he wanted, the intensity was right, and the concentration never dropped.
Yet...
"...Not enough."
The words escaped almost unconsciously as his assistant and son looked across.
"What?"
De la Fuente kept watching.
"We should be ready to deal with everything that the football world knows."
