"He's gone for it!"
The commentary barely had time to breathe before the roar in the stadium surged.
The ball tore through the air with a pace that made it look alive.
It skimmed past shirts and legs, rising and dipping with a strange, violent grace, and for a moment, it looked destined for the back of the net, lik2-0e it would burn straight through the goal.
"Oh, that is a go-!" Drury went ahead as Vicario reacted a fraction late, as if he hadn't believed Izan would even try it.
Then by some sheer force of instinct, he dragged himself upward and threw himself across the line, stretching every inch of his frame.
His fingertips caught the ball at the last possible moment, nudging it onto the underside of the bar with a sound that echoed like a struck drum.
Gasps burst from every corner of the ground as a few Arsenal fans had already thrown their arms up, only to freeze mid-celebration.
"That is an astonishing save," Beglin managed, almost tripping over his own words.
