"Another record in the books," Drury's voice came back again as the broadcast cameras swept wide across the Emirates, catching everything.
From the exasperated expressions of the away club to the ecstasy that the home crowd were feeling, it didn't take long for that to translate.
"Izan, your Izan, my Izannnnn!"
"Izan! Izan! Sent from above!"
"Break every record! Written in love!"
Up in the stands, the red and white packed sections had already found their next song, and it was Izan's name filling every corner of the ground again, bouncing off the roof and rolling down toward the pitch in waves.
The boy had given them something to sing about, and they were not going to let it go quietly.
