How it will be...
Expect a fixture where the European holding midfielder operates as an uncompromising customs officer, confiscating second balls and dampening the aerial barrage. Yet, the Oceanian target man, carrying the heft of an older vintage, ensures the physical toll in the penalty box remains a constant tax. Each long throw hurled into the mixer will act as a referendum on the Belgian rearguard’s nerve.
Despite the deficit in technical ledgers, there will be no white flags hoisted. The instinct for self-preservation will propel New Zealand to overcrowd the final third, forcing a scruffy, breathless climax that briefly disrupts the bureaucratic pulse.
However, that very defiance will leave vast, unpoliced tracts of grass behind their centre-backs. In those desolate spaces, the visiting substitutes will likely administer the final counter-punch, proving that laboratory geometry usually outlasts the emotional surge of the dockyard.