Salah sprinted, arms wide, eyes fierce—he wasn't just celebrating, he was declaring.
Straight to the corner flag, where he dropped to his knees, fists clenched in triumph.
"Liverpool strike first at Wembley!" Beglin added, breathless. "And it's the duo of Diaz and Salah combining like lightning and thunder!"
Behind Salah, the bench emptied.
Endo, Curtis Jones, even backup keeper Kelleher—all stormed the edge of the pitch, hugging coaches and back-slapping one another.
Arne Slot, emotionless only seconds before, let out a fist pump and a barked command to the substitutes to sit again.
"I tell you what, Alan... that goal is a punch to the gut for Arsenal. They were controlling tempo just moments ago. And yet—it's the sheer relentlessness of Diaz, and Salah's composure, that cracks the door open. You don't get two chances against this Arsenal side... unless you earn them. And boy, did they just do that."
And then came the scoreboard graphic:
ARSENAL 0 — 1 LIVERPOOL
27' Mo Salah
