Mount's right foot swung through, and the contact was clean—perfect technique, perfect weight, the ball curling away from his foot with vicious spin.
Carnesecchi saw it late, reacted late, dove full stretch with his right hand extended. His fingertips grazed the ball, but not enough to change its path.
The ball clipped the inside of the post—that metallic sound again—and spun into the net.
Chelsea 2-1 Atalanta (28')
The stadium exploded. Stamford Bridge roared its approval, the noise washing over everything like a physical force.
Demien exhaled slowly, watching Mount wheel away toward the corner flag with his arms wide. That's the quality difference. He found the space, just like Gasperini warned. One touch to turn, one touch to shoot, and it's in. World class.
