The Parc des Princes fell silent, a black hole of shock swallowing the roar of the home crowd. But it wasn't the silence of defeat.
It was the silence of disbelief. Monaco, the tiny principality, the team of youngsters and veterans cobbled together by a flamboyant tycoon and managed by an eighteen-year-old rookie, had just beaten Paris Saint-Germain.
The final score: 2-1. After Yamal's moment of genius had leveled the scores, Leon's final, desperate gamble had paid off.
The young, energetic midfielder he'd brought on, Édouard Michut, had indeed intercepted a tired pass from Ugarte in the dying minutes. He'd driven forward, slid a perfect pass to Wissam Ben Yedder, and the captain, the ice-cool veteran, had slotted home the winner with the last kick of the game.
