Fweeee
The referee's whistle cut through the euphoria before it could swell any further.
PSG's celebration had become a little too theatrical. Dembélé sprinting toward the corner, Kvaratskhelia and Vitinha following, arms aloft, and the official strode into the middle of them with a no-nonsense whistle and a raised palm.
"Bring it back," the ref barked, voice carrying across the pitch.
His signal was final; the players reluctantly peeled away and trudged back to their positions, heads still high but their jubilation tempered.
Hakimi and Vitinha, still grinning, slowed their jog back to the halfway line, passing the Arsenal players, many of whom wore the heavy look of men suddenly reminded of the mountain they now had to climb.
Martin Ødegaard had his hands on his hips as his midfield mate, Rice, dragged his forearm across his brow.
