He did not, though, dally too long. He was there for a minute or so, no more. He turned and walked to the Main Stand, where his family – in attendance at his behest – were seated. He did not seem to spend a huge amount of time seeking them out. Ibrahima Konaté ran past him, topless, rather undercutting the solemnity of the moment. And then Salah walked down the tunnel, exchanging high-fives, an Egyptian flag draped over an advertising hoarding.