Raya didn't waste a second.
He scanned once, then rolled the ball sharply into Zubimendi's feet.
The midfielder opened his body before the touch even settled and swung the play forward with a smooth, instinctive pass that found Izan stepping into space.
"Arsenal break with real intent here. Zubimendi releases Izan and looks at the room ahead of him."
Izan took the ball on the half-turn and pushed forward.
United's first line tried to close, but his next touch wasn't meant for them.
He drove his foot through the ball and sent it tearing down the centre channel, behind the entire Manchester United shape.
It cut their defensive line cleanly in half as the stadium gasped, the noise flickering between fear and awe.
Then Izan went.
Not ran.
Went.
His acceleration snapped the air.
One heartbeat, he was behind the ball; the next, he was a blur pushing off the grass with frightening force.
