The second half was a tense, tactical affair, a battle of wits and a sheer refusal to be beaten. And then, in the seventy-eighth minute, came a moment of pure, unadulterated magic. Eze, our talisman and leader, picked up the ball in the center of the pitch, his strength and intelligence allowing him to hold off his marker and bring others into the game.
He looked up and saw Olise making a quick, darting run into the space behind the Fulham defence. Eze played the pass, a perfectly weighted ball that was a testament to his vision and quality.
Olise took one touch to control it, a second to shift it onto his left foot, and then he was away, his pace taking him past the last defender. He was one-on-one with the goalkeeper, the goal at his mercy.
He could have shot, and nobody would have blamed him. But he didn't. Instead, he did something that spoke volumes about his awareness and team-first mentality.
