18 minutes. We won it.
El Ahmadi read a lazy pass off a tired Croatian hip and stuck a boot through it. nick. It dropped for Ziyech, who did not look up, he never looks up, he just slid it first time into the channel like he had eyes in his laces.
Hakimi was already gone. "YES," he was screaming, "YES, YES," beating the full back for a laugh, getting to the byline, standing it up on a plate.
En-Nesyri met it. net.
He did not smile. He turned with his jaw locked and pointed one finger at the sky, and the rest came piling on, Hakimi up on his back first, howling into his ear.
ROAR.
The bowl came apart. 40,000 lost it at the same instant, and the noise hit me flat in the back like a shove, 2 steps sideways before I caught my feet.
boom boom boom boom.
Up in the green a whole tier was bouncing, grown men and grandmothers and kids on shoulders going up and down as one, and a sea of scarves came pouring over the rail.
boomboomboomboom.
