"Unbelievable! Genius! A brilliant Cut Inside and Curled Shot for the goal!! I'm becoming numb to Maël scoring on this pitch!!
"If someone had told me before that a seventeen-year-old could reach double digits in both goals and assists in the Championship before the halfway point, I would definitely have asked him, are you kidding me? But look at him now—he's really done it!"
The Sky Sports commentator stood beneath the commentary awning, wearing his headset mic. He wanted to find someone to share the passion of this moment with, but there was no one close by, so he could only shout by himself. "Did Arsenal see that? Did Mr. Wenger see that? He should be playing in the Premier League! Only the top flight and the UEFA Champions League are stages worthy of him!"
Amid the blazing atmosphere, Zaha, who had just run back to the flank in his own half, stood there with a blank look on his face, utterly disheveled in the wind.
He looked at the team's defender Klein, then at the goalkeeper, his expression as if asking, just like that, he got through? Just like that, he scored?
"Don't push too far forward."
Klein looked bitter as he discussed it with Zaha. "I can't stop him. You've got to stay closer to me."
"Oh." Zaha nodded dazedly, planted his hands on his hips, and looked back at the team's Head Coach, wanting to hear if he had any instructions.
In the end, their Head Coach was angrily shouting something toward the Sheffield United bench, with no time to pay him any attention at all. "Still denying it! That assistant coach just ran over here to celebrate. Are you provoking us?!"
"Who ran over?"
Gareth Speed looked left and right with an innocent expression, spread his