24th Minute: Birmingham were drowning. The Maine Road crowd could smell blood, their roars growing louder with each wave of City's attack.
Then—another mistake.
Their center-back received a simple back pass but hesitated for just half a second. That was all Solskjær needed.
The City striker pounced with hunger, stealing the ball, weaving around Bennett, and calmly tapping it into an empty net.
3-0.
First hat-trick!
Solskjær took off running, his arms outstretched, a smile spreading across his face. The crowd's deafening cheer only fueled his joy as he slid on his knees toward the corner flag, leaving a trail of passion and energy in his wake.
Barry Fry turned away, running a hand down his face in disbelief.
His assistant, eyes wide with concern, muttered, "If we don't settle down, this could be a record-breaking loss."
Still, Barry Fry said nothing. He didn't respond. He just kept watching, silently believing in his team.
