England burned slowly in a furnace of Miami heat and Norwegian endeavour at the Hard Rock Stadium on a cloying, sultry Saturday night in south Florida.
They toiled and they suffered and they fell behind but just as they had done in the cauldron of the Azteca last week, they refused to wilt.
In stifling humidity that made this one of the hottest games ever played at a World Cup, England laboured and laboured and flirted with defeat. and the sweat made even their light, white shirts heavy.
But Jude Bellingham cares little for things that weary mortal men or for things that
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