The moment it left his foot, the Etihad crowd sensed what was coming.
Erling Haaland had been quiet until now, granting the match had just started—but that didn't matter.
City's Norse behemoth had ghosted between Saliba and Calafiori and leaped like a tower unmoored from Earth.
David Raya lunged forward, arms stretched and body poised—but it was futile.
Haaland met the ball with a thudding, ruthless header.
Bang.
Top right corner. Net rippling like a bullet had passed through it.
"End to End football here at the Etihad and Haaland answers back with thunder!" Drury's words punched through the rising noise.
"You give him one chance, just one look, and he will punish you! Dread for Arsenal as they couldn't keep their lead even after such a splendid goal by their young talisman to put them up front."
The Etihad exploded. Blue shirts flared, arms raised, throats unleashed. Smoke plumed from the stands.
