The opening forty-five minutes were a polite handshake, all tidy passing and zero willingness to actually hurt anyone, the kind of half you forget while you are still watching it.

Then the second period arrived like someone flipped the switch, Chavez breaking the seal on 55, Quinones doubling it six minutes later, and the whole stadium suddenly behaving like it had a pulse.

Fidalgo's stoppage-time third was the cherry no one needed but everyone enjoyed, a 3-0 scoreline that flattered the watchability far more than the first half deserved.