The City end erupted. Guardiola pumped his fist, the rare celebration, allowing himself one moment before his hands went back into his pockets and his mind went back to the shape.
The Palace end went quiet. Not silent. Quiet. The tense, sick quiet of people who have been leading and are now losing and who know this feeling because they have been Palace fans long enough to know every version of this feeling.
George looked at David. David looked back. Neither spoke.
But on the pitch, the hunger was still there. That was the thing City hadn't killed. Sakho won a header from the goal kick. Kovačić collected and drove twenty yards into City's half. Zaha demanded the ball and received it and ran at Walker and was fouled and stood up before the referee had even blown the whistle. The Palace players were not accepting 1-2. The Palace players were treating 1-2 as an insult.
