"LAMINE YAMAL!" Drury's voice burst through, a mix of shock and poetic tragedy.
"Seventeen years old, not the youngest on the night, but he has just ripped the joy straight out of Arsenal hearts!"
The Barcelona bench erupted, players streaming toward the corner as Munich's blue half convulsed with sound.
"Two-one!" Tyler barked, voice straining to be heard above the roar.
"They've hit straight back, straight from kickoff in somewhat the unluckiest of circumstances for Arsenal!"
Camera flashes burst across the stands, fans with hands over their mouths, others screaming in disbelief as Drury, calmer now but still awed, breathed into the mic.
"It's the cruel symmetry of football. One prodigy lights up the sky… and another answers, seconds later."
Yamal, running toward the camera, pointed once at the Barcelona crest on his shirt, his expression a mix of pride and defiance.
His teammates caught him, arms around him, laughing, shouting, pulling him down into the embrace.
