From the stands, all they saw was a teenager, dancing past defenders like they were shadows.
Until Izan slowed, weighing his leg like he was about to murder the ball, and he did, because the moment the ball left his leg, there was no stopping it.
"IZAAAANNN!!-"
The crack of boot against ball echoed like a gunshot as the strike bent, dipped and zoomed, like a comet tearing through the night sky.
Nuno Mendes, initially approaching the ball with his side, shuddered a bit, causing the ball to whisk past him as Donnarumma, all muscle and stretch, flung himself with everything, but the ball was merciless.
SMACK.
It rattled the inside of the right post, kissed the iron, and bounced across the line, nestling into the back of the net as Donnarumma crashed down, arms outstretched, staring behind him as if betrayed by physics itself.
And that was what it took to fracture the stadium.
A cauldron, emotions spilling everywhere.
