Thwack—
Escude charged towards the left side too late, the ball rapidly flying past him, with Andres Palop, stationed at the near post, diving sideways to catch air, as the ball flew in front of Palop towards the right, ricocheting off the inside of the post and into the net.
Boom—
The Meringue crowd, having been suppressed for half an hour, finally let out their first cheer of the day.
"Kevin!!!"
"Kevin!!!"
"Kevin!!!"
They beat the railing of the stands incessantly, roaring as they waved their scarves around.
After allowing Sevilla to be happy for so long, it was finally their turn.
"Kevin!!!"
"Kevin Goal!!!"
"An elegant strike, Kevin took off with Flamenco Steps down the left side, not even needing to adjust his position, as he effortlessly faked out Sevilla's defense and goalkeeper with the outside of his boot."
