He saw a sliver, not a gap, but a whisper of space, between three bodies, just inside the bottom-right corner of the net — the opposite side of where he was running, and it just clicked.
He didn't blast it. He didn't curl it dramatically. He simply passed the ball, with side-foot precision, through the crowd.
Time seemed to slow. Donnarumma reacted late, wrong-footed, unable to drop to the corner quickly enough.
The ball kissed the side-netting.
A goal so quiet and subtle — it silenced the stadium before the net even rippled.
"BRANDT AGAIN!!! OH MY WORD! THAT IS INSANE! WHAT ARE WE WITNESSING FROM THIS 16-YEAR-OLD!?"
Nagelsmann froze on the touchline, both hands on his head, the kind of expression a man wears when logic has failed him.
Musiala stood still for a second, mouth open, then placed both hands on his head as he began sprinting toward Lukas. Goretzka mirrored the reaction, laughing in disbelief as he ran after them.
