The match had tilted.
Minute by minute, Arsenal's grip had tightened on the game's throat, even if the scoreline still sat stubbornly at 0–0.
The ball flowed between red shirts — from Rice to Ødegaard, out to Martinelli, pulled back to White — smooth, sharp, confident.
Despite all the fury their fans poured down from the stands, Tottenham had begun to retreat step by step, their lines compressed, their touches rushed.
It was subtle, not a collapse. Not surrender — but it was there: the slight hesitation in Bentancur's pass, the way Van de Ven took an extra touch instead of playing first-time into midfield.
Arsenal were asking questions now.
Over and over, yet they were not getting the answers they were looking for.
Ødegaard dropped deep, pulled a marker with him, and with a flick of the boot, found Saka in the half-space between Davies and Udogie.
Saka drifted inward, waiting while Martinelli peeled wide left, anticipating.
