When they returned to the England National Team's hotel, it was already eleven at night.
Most of the teammates had washed up and turned in, while the rest were still out enjoying themselves. The hotel corridor was unusually quiet.
Once they entered their private room, Taylor stretched languidly, looking a little tired.
She murmured something to Li Yufei, then took her toiletries and went into the bathroom. Soon, the gentle sound of warm water echoed through the quiet room.
Li Yufei wasn't sleepy at all. While Taylor washed up, he leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the sports news sections on the TV and his phone.
Both screens were showing reports on all of the day's World Cup group-stage matches.
He planned to take advantage of the quiet late-night hours to review every match from this round.
He wanted to assess the tournament's shifting landscape and anticipate the opponents and challenges they might face in the knockout stages.
It was a professional habit he had kept for years: never getting carried away by a victory in the moment.
Always staying clear-headed, always planning ahead, always respecting every opponent.
The screens lit up, displaying the results of every match in the second round of the World Cup group stage.
Every match had been full of drama, and every result had defied pre-match predictions.
First came the two clashes in Group A.
Hosts Brazil faced Mexico on home soil.
With home advantage on their side, Brazil launched wave after wave of attacks.
Neymar repeatedly beat defenders and created chances, coming close to scoring several times.
But Mexico's goalkeeper, Ochoa, was in godlike form, producing a series of astonishing saves.
Time and again, he denied Brazil's seemingly certain goals and kept a clean sheet.
Brazil threw everyone forward and attacked relentlessly, but