In the eleventh minute of the game, Grealish did something that made Marcus Reid actually stop typing on his laptop.
Jack drifted in off the left flank, taking up a pocket of space between the midfield and defensive lines. Thwack.
A fizzed pass came in from the back. Jack took it on the half turn with Joel Ward breathing heavily on his neck. Instead of taking a touch outside to protect the ball, Jack stopped it completely dead with the sole of his boot.
He just waited. In a frenetic, high-speed pre-season game, with a defender ready to snap his ankles, he simply stood on the ball and waited until Ward committed his weight.
The moment Ward lunged, Jack rolled the ball the other way, opening his hips, and threaded a perfect, cutting pass straight through the defensive line into the feet of the striker.
[JACK GREALISH. FLAIR 17. COMPOSURE 16. VISION 16.]
