Where to begin? He was, as always, everywhere. Thirty minutes into the World Cup semi-final between Croatia and England is probably a decent place to start. So just past the half hour on a Moscow evening bubbling with febrile anticipation, Luka Modric received the ball in the opposition box. Space was expectedly tight and Modric tried to ghost past Jordan Henderson, the ever-pugnacious Englishman, who, to his considerable credit, stayed with him. Now confronted with Henderson at the byline, Modric, instead of firing in a low and wholly hopeless cross and winning a corner, pirouetted, sucked Ashley Young into his

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