The screen threw it up 40 feet high. His boot. The line. That boot and that line, in slow motion, over and over.
40,000 people who had been mid-roar were now making a noise I have never heard from a crowd before or since. A low, ugly, rolling sound with no shape to it, part groan and part growl, the sound of a stadium being told to hold something in that it physically cannot hold.
Up in the green they had their hands over their faces. Rows of them, arms still through each other's arms. Men with their heads down and men with their palms open and their eyes shut.
"Ya Rabbi. Ya Rabbi."
I have never in my life been so cold.
If he is off it, it is a retake. Rakitić does not miss twice. And the whole night falls over.
Steeley's hand was crushing my arm.
"That's a foot," Bray said. "Danny. That's a foot off."
"Shut up."
"It's a foot."
"Shut up, Michael."
@KenitraKid I AM GOING TO BE SICK. LIVE ON THE INTERNET. IN FRONT OF EVERYONE
