After all the fall-out, the football: a classic clash, Portugal’s manager Fernando Santos had called it the day before and it turned out he was not far off. Twice Portugal led, twice Spain equalised and then took a lead that felt like a liberation. But, with one minute to go, Cristiano Ronaldo curled in a wonderful free-kick to complete a hat-trick and give a superb night an unexpected ending.

For all that other stuff sometimes seems to eclipse the game and for all it can feel as if the garnish has eaten the steak in the words of one Spanish coach, the game fights back. Football tends to find a way.

Here Spain found a way and Ronaldo certainly did. Portugal almost got a winner, too, right at the end – twice, in fact – but that would have been even harsher on Spain than the result already was. Portugal had three efforts on target, only five overall, and all three went in. After the days Spain have had, seeing their manager announce a move to Real Madrid in the afternoon and their president sack him the following morning, listening as the federation and Madrid accused each other, defeat might have hurt Spain. Yet for most of the night here there was little sign of any lasting effects of what Sergio Ramos called “delicate days”.

Perhaps it was simple: perhaps recovery was always most likely to come with the opportunity to get back to what they know: playing football very, very well. They might have lost their manager two days before the World Cup but Spain are still Spain.

And Ronaldo is Ronaldo. Spain did not win because of him and in part because of a mistake from David de Gea too. But while the late equaliser may leave regret, there should be comfort in the fact that even conceding after three minutes had not sunk them. Nor did conceding a daft second just before half-time. Spain have Isco, Andrés Iniesta and David Silva, after all. They also have Diego Costa: the one big doubt, even from Julen Lopetegui’s era (all of three days ago now), he appeared at their moment of greatest need, scoring twice.

Any vulnerability was tested immediately. Only two minutes had gone when Ronaldo tumbled over Nacho Rodríguez to win a penalty from which he opened the scoring. The clock showed 3.30. Five minutes later Spain appeared to be still disoriented, denied the thing that makes them Spain: the ball. It did not last. Costa laid off to Silva who hit over and bit by bit They worked their way in, Isco taking responsibility to get them going. But the risk remained. In the air and on the run Portugal looked faster, stronger, higher.

The remedy came fast. A planned free-kick – presumably Lopetegui’s legacy – saw Iniesta clip to Sergio Busquets, who nodded back across the six-yard box for Costa to force the finish from close range. And then, two minutes later, as Spain worked their way in on the left once more, a sliced clearance came to Nacho on the edge of the area. He thumped the ball on the bounce and it flew in off both posts. The touch and passing had been good before; it was impeccable now. Spain took control, the ball theirs. There was even the occasional olés amidst the fans trying to get a Mexican wave going.

If that sounds like Spain, they looked like Spain too. They also looked set for an impressive, therapeutic and deserved victory. But, as Fernando Hierro, the man who never expected to be standing there on the touchline, said: “When there’s someone like Ronaldo out there, these things can happen.”