"Manchester City have equalized! Pandemonium erupts in front of the Aston Villa goal as the ball squeezes through a chaotic melee in the box. The referee wastes no time—he points to the center circle. Goal! The score is level!"
Larsson springs to life, face blazing with emotion. He races toward the sideline, arms lifted high, sprinting toward Lennon to celebrate.
Wembley roars.
Camera flashes ignite the stands as Larsson's teammates rush to join him—players and substitutes alike, Henry and the young Lampard among them. It's a beautiful mess of joy: shouts, hugs, fists to the sky. The goal has electrified the crowd.
O'Neill wastes no time. He calls Van Bommel back into defensive midfield, and Materazzi drops into center-back. With the score tied, balance matters.
Will this blunt the attack? Of course.But O'Neill knows: Pirlo, Leo, and Van Bommel are more than enough to control the midfield. As long as they keep Yorke and Milošević locked down, City holds the upper hand.
