God Save Europe. [GT Chapter]

Free kick.

The Emirates howled. The PSG players argued.

And Izan stepped toward the ball as if fate had just given him a quiet nod.

"That's dangerous," Tyldesley said. "It's barely a foot outside the box. This is prime territory."

"And look who's walking over," Fletcher added. "A man, a boy, with a repertoire for converting these chances. 14 free kicks scored in his short career. Can he add another today to make it a 15th?"

Donnarumma shouted instructions, arms waving frantically as PSG formed a jagged wall.

Zaïre-Emery crouched behind it while Hakimi paced nervously, hands on hips.

The noise in the stadium pulsed like a second heartbeat.

Izan stood above the ball, adjusting his stance.

Saka hovered near, maybe a decoy, maybe not.

"Moments before the break," Fletcher said. "What a time this would be…"

Izan looked up once.

Then again.

The Emirates stood still.