First Half
St James' Park
There was no easing into it.
From the first whistle, Newcastle poured forward like a team with unfinished business in their veins. This wasn't just football—it was retribution by design.
They pressed in swarms. Livramento flew up the right flank like a winger possessed, Almirón chasing everything with his chin down and elbows high. Tonali didn't just close space—he erased it, snapping into every second ball like it owed him something. Bruno directed the orchestra from behind, arms carving angles before the passes even left his boots.
Bradford couldn't settle.
Vélez and Lowe barely had time to breathe, let alone turn. Silva tried dropping deep to link play—shut down. Costa received one ball at his feet—immediately swallowed by Botman and Schär. Mensah was dispossessed twice inside five minutes, forced backward by a midfield trio that hunted not by zone, but by scent.
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