After putting on a highly clinical display for a large part of the opening minutes, Zachary's moment finally came in the 20th minute.
Firmino drifted left, dragging a defender with him. Zachary darted into the space left behind and called for it. Firmino's immediately spotted him, and the return pass was soft and precise.
Zachary took it in stride, touched it forward with the outside of his boot, and glided into the box. The keeper stepped forward, expecting a blast. But Zachary didn't go for power. Instead, he went for precision with a low, curling finish slotted into the far corner, just out of reach.
The net rippled.
He didn't explode. No knee slide. No shouting at the cameras.
Just one hand raised to the crowd. A quick nod to the bench.
It was all business.
He didn't need to scream.
The goal spoke for him.
After that, Liverpool's grip tightened further. The midfield pressed higher. The fullbacks bombed forward. The crowd chanted in waves, feeding the tempo.
