The noise hadn't even faded when Arsenal began their walk back toward their own half, the players grinning, feeding off the crowd's electricity.
Izan, ruffled and tossed like a ragdoll in the celebrations, was tying his hair again as the commentators' voices rolled over the scene.
"Not sure how many fans were talking about it before the game, but, if anyone wondered how they'd cope without Bukayo Saka tonight," one of them said, laughing over the din, "they've got their answer, and it's a terrifying one. Because this boy, Izan, is an absolute monster of a footballer. Versatility, power, pace, flair, he's got the lot. And if the panel of Judges and Journalists of football aren't blind, I see him making history, in October."
The camera, still trained on him, caught him mid-stride, hair tied neatly now as the cheers followed him all the way to Arsenal's half.
Down on the touchline, Pep Guardiola squinted across the pitch, his hands cupping his jaw in that familiar, restless way.
