Demien struck first-time with his right foot from eight yards, and the finish was clinical—placed rather than powered, aimed toward the bottom corner where Onana had no chance of reaching it after committing to Lookman's angle.
3-0.
The stadium noise started scattered—individual shouts of surprise rather than coordinated celebration—and then it swelled into a roar that carried disbelief mixed with joy, and across the pitch Atalanta's players celebrated with more restraint than the first two goals because professional instinct warned that overconfidence could still be punished.
The Curva Nord jumped as one while scarves waved overhead, and the drums that had been beating steadily all match suddenly accelerated their rhythm while voices merged into a single sustained cheer that echoed off the concrete stands.
Commentary
"Three-nil! This is becoming a demolition!"
