Van den Berg finally lost grip and stumbled backward, off balance, and out of the play, and Izan wasn't going to stop to acknowledge it.
He stayed locked in, his boots kissing the turf with each stride, the ball gliding beside him as if it too knew better than to get in his way.
"And he's still going—Brentford haven't laid a finger on him that's counted yet!"
The space opened—just enough.
The other half of the Brentford center-back pair, Nathan Collin, who was already coming to cover er was shifting weight, expecting Izan to go wide as it was the logical move.
Open grass to the left, space to cross, and teammates starting to make their runs.
But Izan didn't take it.
He cut right instead, dragging the ball across his body and snapping it behind his plant foot in a motion too quick for most defenders to react to.
The center-back tried to recover, one foot tangling with the other, stumbling backward in a blur of red and white.
