The Frenchman drifted across the attacking third with that loose, elegant arrogance he carried when the match opened up for him. He slipped one reverse pass toward Haaland that De Ligt cut out at the last moment, then clipped another delicate ball over Shaw's shoulder that Haaland almost brought down before Bayındır rushed out to collect.
United were barely threatening by then. Amorim's side had retreated almost entirely into damage limitation, Bruno Fernandes still gesturing for teammates to step out, still shouting, still trying to preserve some structure, but even his voice seemed swallowed by the Etihad.
City kept coming.
