The lights are out and everyone’s gone, even the kit man whose job it is to pack away and lock up. Well, almost everyone. Borja Iglesias is still at the Benito Villamarín, ice on his knee, bandage on his wrist, in his training kit. The teammate waiting to go to dinner has left – sorry, Andrés – and the entrance is locked but he is inside talking about, well, everything really. The goal that brought Real Betis’s first trophy in 17 years and how it’s good getting kicked, pressure, popularity and being called the Panda, plus painting his nails and why more footballers should speak…
