At the whistle, the Portuguese players all slowed before they turned away from the Spanish box.
Pedro Neto slowed as he jogged back toward his own half, still shaking his head.
"How did that stay out?" he muttered before turning to face the Spanish half where the young Spanish defender was still getting slapped on the back by Laporte and Unai Simón after his desperate clearance.
It had taken every ounce of his timing to hook the ball away before it crossed the line.
All around the stadium, the Spanish supporters answered with loud applause, relief pouring out of them after what had looked a certain second goal!
"Spain have survived by the skin of their teeth," Clive Tyldesley said, letting out a breath.
"Twice at that in just the span of a couple minutes!"
Ally McCoist nodded beside him.
"That first header from Ronaldo was going in."
"And even after Simón got something on it, Portugal still got another bite at it, though it was deemed a foul!"
He shook his head slowly.
