Miranda, watching Izan hand the trophy over, exhaled and glanced sideways at him.
"So…" she said softly, voice almost lost in the stadium noise. "What now?"
Izan turned his head, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Well now..."
....
[A week later.]
[Wembley]
Arsenal songs crashed against the concrete stands, voices tumbling into one another, a hymn of triumph rolling into the London sky.
Red and white scarves waved like banners in a storm, firework bursts going off outside the arch of Wembley.
The FA Cup final was over.
And it had not gone the way the world expected.
Arsenal Five, Manchester City nil.
For months, pundits had circled this fixture as the inevitable clash, Guardiola's tactical machines against the Premier League's contenders turned winners following the past week's title celebration.
Building up to the game, there was talk or more like a memory being relived, as Arsenal fans pulled up the second meeting between the two in the Premier League.
