It started with a bad pass from Casemiro—one of the few.
Roney was the first to react, reading it early. He slid across from the wing and intercepted the ball before it reached the fullback.
He didn't pause. Taking one touch, he looked up and played Silva into the channel.
Silva didn't hesitate.
He cut once to the left, found space, took a touch, and fired.
It wasn't clean—it was fast. It caught Onana off balance, but not enough to beat him.
The keeper parried low, both gloves punching out, and the rebound skipped past the six-yard line.
Silva didn't slow down; he followed it all the way until it crossed the sideline.
Jake stood still on the touchline, his eyes flicking toward the pitch clock, his jaw set. That was Silva's first real strike of the match—and it carried weight.
Up in the gantry, Michael Johnson's voice tracked the moment with steel:
"Silva's not here to wait. He's come to hurt people."
But United didn't absorb the pressure; they spun out.
