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Yamal Walked Into His World Cup. Spain Made Sure Everyone Watched.
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Yamal Walked Into His World Cup. Spain Made Sure Everyone Watched.

Lamine Yamal, 18, turned Spain's 4-0 rout of Saudi Arabia into a coronation. Every touch felt like a moment. BMO Field's roof stayed open for the whole show.

Chickenpie22·06·2026

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