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Spain Beat France 2-0. The Final Is Set. The Chicken Got There Early.

Oyarzabal 63' (pen) and Porro 76' sent Spain past France 2-0 in the World Cup semifinal. Spain into the final — first since 2012. France's 44-year WC-final run is over.

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Chickenpie-style illustration of an old-school tattoo parlor in Madrid at dusk: a Spain defender in a chrome-and-leather tattoo chair, shirt off, framed photo of an older male coach propped on the chair arm, a tattoo artist leaning in with a buzzing machine. A folded Spanish red jersey on the bench. A red-and-yellow barber pole and a chalkboard reading TATTOO - PROMISE in thick red letters. Mr. Chicken as a tiny incidental silhouette in the lower-right corner on a stool in the waiting area, wearing reading glasses and holding a clipboard, watching with pie-cut Pac-Man eyes. Less than twenty percent of the frame.

Cucurella Promised the Tattoo. Yamal the Beard. The Chicken Is Taking Notes.

Chickenpie-style illustration of a maximalist World Cup semifinal scene at night on the Mercedes-Benz Stadium pitch, post-whistle: centre-left a tiny white-shirt England midfielder stands with his hand still raised after the slap, a tiny sky-blue-and-white-stripe Argentina reserve staggers forward a half-step with arms out in shock, three Argentina teammates in stripes rush in from the right, two England teammates pull the white-shirt back, the stadium floodlights blaze down, photographers' cameras flash from the touchline, and in the upper tier behind them a giant white banner with light-blue lettering reads 'LAS MALVINAS SON ARGENTINAS'. Mr. Chicken is a tiny incidental figure in the lower-left corner at pitchside behind the photographers' hoarding, both wings spread in disbelief, pie-cut Pac-Man eyes wide.

The Whistle Blew. Bellingham Wasn't Done. The Banner Wasn't The Only Statement.

Chickenpie-style maximalist illustration of a World Cup semifinal stadium in Atlanta at night, end of match: a tiny Argentinian player in light-blue-and-white stripes suspended in mid-air with both arms stretched in a wild header celebration, the ball sailing into the top corner of the goal with the net rippling. To his left, a tiny English player in a white shirt kneels on the turf with both hands over his face; two English teammates stand frozen behind him with hands on hips, shoulders dropped. A yellow-shirted English goalkeeper leans against the far post at far left, head tilted back, eyes closed, gloves on. The stadium bowl is a maximalist sea: the lower tier a cascade of light-blue-and-white Argentina flags; the upper deck banner reads ARGENTINA CAMPEON with confetti behind it; on the right a St George's Cross ENGLAND banner hangs limp in the away end. Pale-cream confetti drifts from the upper tier, diagonal floodlight beams cross the sky. Mr. Chicken is a tiny incidental silhouette in the lower-left corner at pitchside behind the photographers' hoarding, wearing a tiny Argentina scarf draped over his comb, both rubber-hose arms raised in air, pie-cut Pac-Man eyes wide open, the specific expression of a chicken who has just watched a header in the ninety-second minute decide a semifinal.

England Held The Line For 85 Minutes. Messi Held The Next Seven.

Chickenpie-style illustration of a maximalist airport arrivals hall at night: a tall blonde striker in a pale-blue national-team kit and a black puffer jacket walks toward the exit carrying a life-sized taxidermy raccoon standing upright on its hind legs, the raccoon clutching a tiny bottle of amber liquid. Fans in opposing kits mill around baggage carousels. Mr. Chicken is a tiny incidental figure in the lower-right corner next to a check-in kiosk, watching with one wide pie-cut eye, wearing a tiny flight-attendant neck scarf.

He Came Home With a Stuffed Raccoon. The Tournament Came Home With Him.

Chickenpie-style illustration of a flooded night-time World Cup quarterfinal stadium in Miami: a thick black overhead broadcast cable dangles in front of the upper tier, sliced in half by the path of the ball. Below, a tiny blue-and-white striker is sliding on his knees to celebrate an equaliser, defenders in red frozen, the goalkeeper rooted to the line. Mr. Chicken as a tiny incidental silhouette in the lower-right corner wearing a referee-yellow safety vest, craning his neck straight up at the cable with the expression of someone who just realised the whole match turned on a piece of wiring.