The final whistle cut through the electric tension like a razor.
For a moment, the sound barely registered — the Hotspur Stadium was a cacophony of noise: jeers, gasps, shouts.
But then it sank in.
Full-time.
Tottenham Hotspur 1 — Arsenal 2.
Arsenal's players, battered and drenched in sweat, came together in ragged huddles across the pitch.
Some fell to their knees, some lifted arms to the heavens, others simply stood there, breathing hard, savoring it.
In the corner where the traveling Gooners were corralled, it was pandemonium.
Scarves whirling. Chants ripping out into the cold London night.
Izan wiped a forearm across his brow, letting the moment wash over him.
He didn't grin, didn't shout.
He just stood still for a few seconds, absorbing it the way a seasoned warrior might after a battle — calm, steady.
Man of the Match, the announcement echoed distantly over the stadium speakers.
