62' –
It starts with a gift.
Škriniar, under minimal pressure, tries a lazy diagonal to the opposite flank—but Silva reads it like a schoolbook. He steps up, intercepts clean, and is off.
With a sudden sprint, he blazes past Fred, who's caught square. Now there's space. The Kop roars him forward.
He looks up—Richter is already peeling away from Škriniar, bending his run diagonally between the lines.
Darke:
"Silva driving—he's seen Richter!"
Silva threads the needle—timing perfect, pace ideal. Richter is through, one-on-one. Livaković charges out, shrinking the angle.
Richter opens his body, shapes for the far post—the moment slows.
He strikes—
Just wide.
The ball skims the paint of the post as it rolls out.
Darke:
"Ooooh just wide! That was the chance!"
Owen:
"Got to say, that's an unbelievable run—but the finish… agonizing."
