Saka didn't waste a heartbeat.
He clipped a low ball across the box, sharp and quick, forcing everyone inside to react before they're ready.
The away end rose again, a wave of bodies pushed upright by instinct because they knew what that kind of delivery could cause.
The ball skipped across the grass and met Izan in stride while the commentator's voice tightened as the play unfolded on the broadcast.
"Here's Izan again..."
But as if he had heard someone call out to him, Izan let the ball roll between his legs, lifting himself just enough to jump over it.
Casemiro lunged in, expecting contact, and the dummy left him stranded.
The crowd roared in response, a burst of noise that sounded almost incredulous.
The ball slipped through the gap Izan had created and ran straight to Gyokeres.
The striker stepped into it, planting his standing foot cleanly before putting his entire weight behind a first-time strike.
"Gyokeres! He's caught that well..."
The hit was pure.
