Lukas's strike bent wickedly through the air, spinning away from Donnarumma's outstretched glove. The Italian keeper launched himself to the right — fingertips grazing nothing but air — as the ball kept curling, tracing a perfect arc toward the far top corner.
O'Hagan:
"Beaten! Donnarumma's beaten!"
Then came the sound — a sharp metallic clang! — echoing through the Signal Iduna Park like a cannon blast.
The ball crashed squarely off the underside of the crossbar, ricocheted down to the goal line, and spun back into play before Bastoni thumped it clear.
For a heartbeat, the whole stadium froze — gasps rising in unison before dissolving into a roar of disbelief.
Kehl:
"Oh my word! Inches away from another masterpiece from Brandt!"
On the pitch, Lukas had already turned with both hands on his head, his mouth half open in shock. Musiala sprinted over and smacked his shoulder, laughing through his disbelief.
O'Hagan:
