There was a photograph that a freelance photographer named Daniel Morse took on one of the very last days of the Premier League season that would, within a week, find its way onto the cover of hundreds of different magazines across all seven continents.
Even the non-football-dominated ones.
But that wasn't all it did.
That photograph would get printed on thousands of shirts in a factory in Bangladesh, and hang framed on the wall of a bar in Osaka that had never once shown a Premier League game before a couple of seasons ago.
Morse had been positioned behind the north goal, shooting wide, trying to capture the full sweep of the Emirates in celebration.
The confetti cannons firing, and the red and white of it all.
Sixty thousand people on their feet, making a kind of noise that made it seem like a wormhole would pop out of nowhere and swallow them all.
He had been panning across the pitch when he found Izan in his viewfinder almost by accident, and something made him stop.
