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WALES 2, SLOVAKIA 1
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WALES 3, BELGIUM 1
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Ignoring the collective will of millions of Wales' gasping fans, ignoring all conventional logic and wisdom, ignoring all established laws; including those of physics, relativity, thermodynamics and the Crown Court, Hal Robson Kanu scores the second goal he shouldn't have scored at this tournament. He executes such a perfect Cruyff Turn that the Dutch maestro would probably be happy to posthumously relinquish the title. The Robson Kanu Turn. He's a ship sailing past them in the night, except he's sent them so far past him in the night they've ended up in yesterday. It's a pirouette of such exquisite grace that would make Billy Elliot's dad whimper as he beheld and understood beauty for this first time. He's one on one with Thibaut Courtois now. Courtois a smart keeper, a modern keeper. He's done his research, watched his clips. He knows Robson Kanu favours the aimless shin bobble over a firm placement. He should adjust his bod – Robson Kanu's already taken the shot. He knows what people think he should do and instead sticks so far out of reach of Courtois gangly lollipop-lady arms that he's going to need a hand getting it back out of the net. Wales 2 Belgium 1.
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