"GOAL!" Matthäus shouted. "What a strike from Lukas!"
"Incredible technique," Fàbregas added. "Absolutely incredible!"
Lukas stood still for a brief moment, watching the ball settle, almost confirming it had truly gone in.
Then he turned and sprinted toward the corner flag.
As he reached it, he slowed just enough to face the crowd. He raised his right hand, extending his middle, ring, and pinky fingers while his thumb and index formed a circle. He brought the gesture up beside his head, holding it there—pointing.
The signature celebration.
The crowd exploded.
The noise surged into something overwhelming, a wave of sound crashing over the pitch as the stands erupted in black, red, and white.
His teammates didn't give him long.
Goretzka reached him first, grabbing him around the shoulders, followed immediately by Wirtz and Adeyemi, and then the rest of the team piled in, pulling him into a chaotic bundle of bodies and celebration.
