PEEEP.
We went straight at them. Bounou rolled it to Saiss, Saiss to Boussoufa, and inside fifteen seconds Boussoufa had switched it wide and Hakimi was at their box. I'd told them the first minute sets the price.
Ziyech took it on the edge of the area, cut inside the man in front of him, and curled it at the top corner.
PAGH. Beiranvand threw himself across and got two fingers to it, up over the bar.
Ninety seconds gone and he'd already had to be world class.
The ball was coming off boots quicker out here than anything in the league. I clocked it and got on.
Then they pulled the drawbridge up. Eleven men behind the ball, two flat banks of red, every one of them home before we'd worked it back to halfway.
So we went round them. Hakimi to Boussoufa, Boussoufa holding it, waiting, then sliding it down the line into the space behind their number 3. Hakimi onto it a yard from the byline before the full-back could turn.
