"Brilliant!" Matthäus shouted.
Cucurella spun, scrambling to recover, but Lukas was already accelerating down the line. His first few steps were explosive, and then his run began to curve inward, angling toward the edge of the penalty area.
Fabián chased from behind.
Too late.
Lukas lifted his head.
Scanned the box.
Movement.
Woltemade central, dragging Huijsen with him.
And at the back post—
Wirtz.
Free.
He had slipped away from Mingueza, timing his run perfectly, arriving into space just beyond the defensive line.
Lukas didn't hesitate.
From the edge of the box, just as he crossed into the right side of the area, he shaped his body and curled the ball across goal.
Not a shot.
Not quite a cross.
Something in between.
A driven, bending delivery that arced across the six-yard box.
Unai Simón hesitated.
For a split second, he couldn't decide.
Step forward?
Stay?
Claim it?
Leave it?
That moment of doubt was enough.
The ball flew past him.
