"GOALLLLLLLL!"
The eruption of the commentators' voices shattered the tension in living rooms across the globe. The stadium screens flickered with celebration, fans in the front rows leaping to their feet, fists pumping the air, scarves twirling, a hurricane of noise and color exploding in Old Trafford.
"What a goal!" one of the commentators howled. "And I mean—what a goal! Just at the brink of extra time—this is insane. Wow!"
His partner couldn't stop himself. "You can't write this. You can't make this stuff up! The build-up, the finish—it's like poetry in motion!"
"What a run… what a cross… and my word, what a finish!" The voices rose and fell in pitch like a rollercoaster of disbelief, dragging the viewer along with them.
At home, millions were grinning, some screaming in excitement, others shaking their heads in stunned awe. The camera captured fans clutching their heads, jaws open. The commentators were still breathless.
