Trafford, in goal, watched on as the ball skimmed over every head in the middle and continued toward the far side of the box where Carlo was arriving, but so was someone else.
From the moment he'd won possession in his own half, and made that pass, he'd kept going, and nobody had noticed.
Burnley's midfield had stayed with the runners in front.
The centre-backs had focused entirely on Jake.
Carlo had pulled one defender toward the back post.
By the time anyone realised Leo had continued his run from halfway, he was already there, and he didn't wait for the ball to drop.
His body left the ground completely, bandaged head leading the way as he threw himself at the cross and the connection thundered through the stadium.
Trafford saw it, but what he saw was more of a blur.
The header exploded toward the near side of the goal with so much pace that the goalkeeper barely managed to lift his hands before it flashed beyond them and crashed into the roof of the net.
