"OHHHHHHHHH."
The whole ground came up off its seats and stayed up, and it had started to rain on all of them. Nick Pope got up off the grass shaking his glove out and shouting at his wall. Chilwell had his hands on his knees.
"UNITED. UNITED. UNITED."
3 long beats off the Stretford End, and the Sir Alex Ferguson Stand threw it back, and the Stretford End threw it back again. Pogba got the ball on halfway and the South Stand behind me leaned forward with a noise like a door being shoved.
Juan Mata came inside off the right. Ashley Young went round the outside of him, and Chilwell went with Young, and Mata slid the ball into the gap Chilwell had left without looking at it.
Lukaku hit it first time with his left before Pope had his feet set, low across the wet grass, and in off the far post. Shhk.
1-0.
The concrete under my feet shook.
Lukaku ran to the Stretford End and stood in front of it with his arms wide and his face up in the rain.
"LU-KA-KU. LU-KA-KU."
