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be mikel oyarzabal > born in eibar, raised in the basque country > joined real sociedad at fourteen > never saw a reason to leave > one club, one badge, one home > the boy who grew into the captain > over four hundred games in blue and white > 2021, the copa del rey final > first trophy for the club in thirty-four years > he stepped up and scored the penalty > march 2022, a training session > his left knee simply gave way > acl ruptured, the world cup gone > qatar happened without him > spain travelled, he watched from home > the road back took a whole year > euro 2024, mostly on the bench > one start across the entire tournament > then the final against england arrived > eighty-sixth minute, the scores level > oyarzabal came on and won it > a nation's trophy off his boot > his first world cup at twenty-nine > the opener came and went quietly > no touch of the ball for thirty minutes > spain drew, the doubters cleared their throats > the unflashy striker, overlooked again > saudi arabia stood next in line > two goals, one assist, one afternoon > the quiet man finally turned loud > spain's number nine, on the world stage a torn knee took one world cup from him. he waited four more years for the next. then he made the whole world watch.

be yoane wissa > born in épinay, just outside paris > congolese blood, a french postcode > started life as a goalkeeper > swapped the gloves for the grind > châteauroux handed him his first shirt > third tier of french football > angers signed him in 2016 > ligue 1 didn't want to know > two sub appearances, then loaned away > laval came calling. then ajaccio > a journeyman before he hit twenty-two > nobody was writing his name down > lorient finally let him breathe > ligue 2 title in 2020 > the goals started to mean something > brentford took a punt in 2021 > a striker no one else chased > the league learned his name slowly > toney got banned. a door opened > wissa walked through it and stayed > twelve goals, then nineteen the next year > fifty-five million to newcastle in the end > the kid from the third division > now the number nine at st james' > france never came. congo did > the leopards, his father's country > he chose blood over convenience > fifty-two years since zaire, 1974 > congo back at a world cup > houston, ronaldo waiting across the pitch > portugal scored inside six minutes > the minnows were meant to fold > wissa had other ideas > first half, deep into stoppage > he rose, he hung, he buried it > one-one against ronaldo's portugal nobody wanted him in ligue 1. fifty-two years his country waited. he just made portugal wait too.