On the hour I turned round to the bench.
"James."
The away corner saw him stand up and started before the board was lit.
"JAMES. JAMES. JAMES."
Every other stand whistled him, long and high, all the way to the line. He walked through it with his hands on his hips.
"30," I said.
"I know." He was looking at Matić. "I will not need all of it."
[JAMES RODRÍGUEZ. CONDITION 78%.]
3 minutes later Rodríguez drifted into the space behind Matić, and Matić went with him. 6 yards.
Eze rolled it square. Rúben Neves was on the edge of the D with the ball under his foot and nobody within 12 yards of him.
He did not look up.
Thump.
It went straight at De Gea, flat and hard, and then late it bent away, and De Gea got his left hand to it at full stretch and it took the hand with it into the top corner.
2-1.
