Salah exploded forward, his body tilting into the sprint, his feet a blur as he tore into open space.
White lunged from the side. Too slow.
Gabriel stepped in. Not quick enough.
Salah danced past him with a touch of silk and venom, the ball never leaving his orbit.
The box was his now.
The goal was his now.
A second of silence. A heartbeat of inevitability.
And then—the finish.
A stroke of his left foot. Pure. Measured. Deadly.
The ball curled, arcing through the air, bending away from Raya's desperate lunge.
Lee Dixon: "Oh, that is Salah! That is Salah at his ruthless best!"
The net rippled.
Redshirts rushed toward him. The Arsenal players stood frozen.
Salah turned, face calm, body alight with triumph. His arms spread wide as he soaked in the stunned silence of the opposing crowd.
Peter Drury: "You stop him once, you stop him twice… but you cannot stop him forever! The Egyptian King has spoken!"
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