We scored again around the fiftieth minute. Nya won the ball in midfield with a perfectly timed tackle, played it forward to Sam. Sam drove forward, played a one-two with Connor, and suddenly he was through on goal. He slotted it past the goalkeeper with confidence. 5-1. The lads were buzzing now, playing with freedom, expressing themselves.
But I was still watching number 17.
Around the fifty-fifth minute, he picked up the ball deep in his own half. Connor pressed him immediately, trying to force a mistake. Eze just dropped his shoulder, turned away from Connor like he was dancing, and suddenly he had space.
Jake pressed him next, closing the gap. Eze played a one-touch pass to their midfielder and moved into space, calling for the return ball. The midfielder played it back, and suddenly Eze was through on goal, driving forward with the ball at his feet.
