Leo's surge instantly snapped the stadium awake.
The crowd lifted as he cut through the centre, slipping between Hull's midfielders with touches so tight the defenders could only twist and chase shadows.
"Look at him go," the main commentator said, voice rising in step with the run.
"Calderon's just gliding through the middle and Hull can't get close."
"He's picked the perfect moment," his partner replied.
"Everybody was bracing for another cagey spell, and he's gone straight through the gap."
Leo carried it until the last midfielder lunged across his line, and only then did he adjust, dipping his shoulder in the process before rolling the ball out to McClean on the left.
McClean hit the path at full speed, straightened up, and cut toward the byline, evading the pressure of the right back, before threading a cross through the smallest pocket between two shirts.
It skidded across the area, but Hull managed to swipe it away.
