The next fifteen minutes shifted decisively.
Arsenal had found their shape. More specifically, they had found Izan.
Every time he touched the ball, Villa's right side trembled.
"And here's Izan again… he's isolated Matty Cash—and this is where he's so dangerous."
The 16-year-old didn't hesitate.
One touch to control Jorginho's inside ball, another to shift it past Cash's planted foot, then gone—leaving the Villa defender scrambling after him like a man chasing a ghost.
The cross came low, curling through the six-yard box, but Konsa got the faintest of touches to stop Jesus from tapping in.
"Again?" Jesus called out, grinning through the missed chance.
Izan nodded, already jogging back into position, hands on his hips, breathing lightly.
On the touchline, Arteta barely moved, only muttering something to Jorginho, who had approached, his eyes still fixated on Izan as he spoke.
"It's not just his pace," the commentator said.
