There was a Wolves fan in the main stand, he stood applauding until every last white shirt had disappeared down the tunnel. One in particular. He was carrying the match ball, which he bounced once on the pitch surround, before departing.
Only then did the awed Wolves supporters make their way to the exits, too. They had seen the champions, they believed, and they had seen the one man that embodies their ethos and their brilliance. They had seen Kevin De Bruyne, at his very best.
Four shots, four goals. He missed one, after that. Well, he hit a post.