The whistle was barely out of the referee's mouth before the Emirates-like ovation rolled through the away end.
A 5–1 demolition on foreign soil.
A performance that looked like a Champions League, league phase match had accidentally wandered into history.
Izan didn't celebrate.
He stood near midfield, hand on his hip, ball under his arm, head bowed just slightly—as if even he needed a second to process it.
When the stadium announcer confirmed it, the fans howled again.
"Man of the Match… with three goals tonight… Arsenal's number 10… Izan Hernández!"
The fourth in five Champions League games.
A UEFA official stepped onto the pitch and handed him the sleek, black box.
He opened it slowly, took one look at the trophy inside, and grinned.
Another one for the shelf.
Another reminder that he was making this tournament look like it belonged to him.
As he walked toward the interview zone, the lights tracked him like a spotlight.
