Back on the pitch, Ronaldo jogged toward the center circle, expression calm now, almost cold. The celebration was done.
Business resumed, but the message had been sent — to Tottenham, to the league, and maybe to Europe.
The Phenomenon wasn't just scoring again.
He was humiliating defenders again.
Business resumed.
Seventy minutes into the match, the score was 3-0.
It all started with Zidane. Positioned just outside the box, he let the ball settle under his foot, surveying the goal and the shifting defenders in front of him. With one fluid motion, he swung his right leg back, eyes never leaving the target. The ball launched off his instep — low, hard, and curling just past the outstretched hands of the keeper.
The trajectory was precise: dipping slightly, skimming past the defender who tried to block it, and landing in the top corner of the net with a satisfying swish.
The stadium erupted again. 3-0. City's dominance was absolute.
