The ball flew powerfully at the left side of the goal and Tim couldn't hope to get a hand to it.
Smashing past him, the ball sent the net flying and the crowd into a frenzy.
{Banger! Absolute banger from Lucas Moura. A clever move to escape from the pressure and he perfectly placed the ball where Krul wouldn't be able to get to!}
{Not even a quarter of an hour into the game and Tottenham take the lead!}
{Norwich will have to spend the whole game playing catch-up and hope that they don't go down by more!}
Moura celebrated happily with his teammates, shooting a look at the manager on the bench and then at Jason in the seats above the bench.
Conte caught Moura's glance and saw where he looked at after and a crafty smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Everyone at the club knew right now that there was a not-so-silent war going on between Lucas and Jason.
