"Well, there's the first duel won, not cleanly, but Hakimi was never going to let Izan glide past him on that occasion," Darren Fletcher roared as Izan pushed himself back to his feet, brushing the pellets of grass off his shirt with a casual swipe.
His eyes didn't linger on Hakimi, nor the referee, but on the ball, already waiting to be placed.
The crowd might have cheered the foul, but the brief look on Izan's face said enough: My Battle Isn't with just you.
With the ball set in place, Izan stood over it, calm, almost casual, before smacking it cleanly across the pitch.
The pass arced towards the far right, where Saka cushioned it with his instep like it was nothing, drawing a soft cheer from the away section.
The winger barely lingered, rolling it back for Timber, who had burst forward in support.
And once the ball touched his feet, Timber didn't think twice.
He struck through it diagonally, whipping it back into the middle where it had come from.
