A gasp rose from the crowd as Izan surged forward, running 10 yards in two touches.
He didn't try anything fancy—not here. The vision clicked in immediately.
To his right, he spotted the blur of Saka making a perfectly timed dart between Aït-Nouri and Kilman.
Izan snapped a low pass into space for him.
Guy Mowbray's voice sharpened. "And Arsenal are in again! Izan—winning it, feeding it, and now Saka's flying down the right!"
The Emirates had barely sat back down. Now they were back on their feet again.
Saka took the ball in stride, controlled but quick, his boots whispering across the grass as he carved through the flank.
Ødegaard sprinted into the box. Havertz peeled left. Even Calafiori was making up ground behind.
Saka reached the edge of the final third and slowed just a fraction, glancing up.
"Here we go again…" Mowbray breathed.
The whole stadium felt it.
Saka had the ball.
And someone was about to get it.
