"FRENCH DESTRUCTION FROM THE SPANIARD!!!!! DRINK IT IN!! Because what more do we have to say? Another hatrick for the history books and on the world stage too."
"Not that it has ever stopped him, but Seventeen years old, in a Club World Cup final, and he's putting the ball exactly where he wants it. Football as we know it might just be renamed after this kid at the end of his career because it is about to be a long 17 to 20 years for the world and any team that is not Arsenal or Spain if this is to go by."
On the pitch, Izan had already wheeled away, running towards the corner flag.
He lifted both hands, pointing up toward the highest rows of the stadium, where Arsenal's travelling supporters were a storm of movement.
Then he blew them a kiss, slow, deliberate, just before Havertz caught up with him, tackling him to the ground.
Then came Saka and Martinelli, and then the rest of the team, piling on top in a mess of arms, shouts, and laughter.
