In the 87th minute, Liverpool won a free kick on the edge of our box. Coutinho stood over it, the crowd roaring him on. He struck it well, but Hennessey was equal to it, palming it away for a corner. The corner was cleared, and suddenly, we were on the break.
Eze received the ball in the center circle, surrounded by red shirts. This was the moment. He had two Liverpool midfielders closing him down, their legs tired from chasing the game.
Eze pirouetted, a move of sublime, balletic grace, his body twisting and turning, leaving both players grasping at air. He drove forward, his head up, surveying his options. The System was feeding me the data: [Eze: Flair 19, Vision 16]. He saw the run.
Christian Benteke, sensing the moment, had peeled off his marker, Matip, who was caught flat-footed. Eze's pass was perfect, a defense-splitting through ball that was weighted to perfection, threaded between the two center-backs with laser precision.
