Xhaka shifted late, and that hesitation was all he needed. He threaded the ball through the narrow space, squeezed his body between the pair with a burst of pace, and burst free into open grass, leaving both men off balance and glancing helplessly over their shoulders.
The crowd sitting around the corner flag gasped as they stood up to witness what could come of this.
Breaking free down the flank, Lukas darted toward the edge of the box, the crowd rising with every stride. Jonathan Tah stepped across, towering and certain, his arm outstretched to force him wide. But the ball was glued to his feet, and with a sharp stepover followed by a sudden cut inside, he wrong-footed Tah completely. The big defender stumbled, lunging at air as the ball slipped past him.
