Ousmane Dembélé stood over the ball, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he waited for the referee's whistle.
It came sharp, and with a swift nudge backwards, he rolled it toward Vitinha.
Paris wasted no time in declaring their intent.
The navy shirts fanned out like a net, crisp passes shuttling from side to side, always finding feet, always one step ahead of the pressing Arsenal shirts.
Odegaard darted forward, then checked his run.
Rice swung across the middle to cut a lane, Izan shadowed Hakimi's half, while Partey dropped deeper than usual to close angles.
But still the ball ticked on, never still, PSG stitching their rhythm.
"Early signs of control from Paris Saint-Germain," Darren Fletcher's voice hummed over the pictures. "They're probing, testing Arsenal's press, seeing how high they can drag them out."
Arsenal chased, not blindly, but with a purpose that demanded effort.
