1-0
"GLAD ALL OVER."
Wembley erupted. The massive flags in the lower tier went up and down in the dark like the stadium itself was breathing.
Zaha sprinted to the Holmesdale lot with one finger pointed high in the air and got buried by Cartwright and Townsend in a pile of bodies at the corner flag.
But PSV came straight back at us. Van Bommel was on the edge of his technical area with both arms going like windmills, physically pushing his full-backs higher up the pitch with his bare hands.
"ALLEZ PSV. ALLEZ PSV."
In the thirty-eighth minute, Lozano picked up a loose ball on the halfway line with forty yards of wet grass in front of him, and he took it. Scott Dann came across to cover. Dann did not dive in.
He ran with him, matching his stride, staying on his feet. He stayed on his feet. But at the absolute edge of the box, Lozano shifted the ball once onto his right foot and bent it beautifully inside the far post before Dann could get a desperate boot in the way.
1-1.
