As the players left the pitch at half time, the Etihad Stadium's in-house big screen began to replay, in slow-mo close-up, the moment that had just passed, Manchester City's third goal in what would eventually become a 7-0 (seven) victory.There was something ludicrously lovely about the imagery, the basic human design, the cold, cold beauty of the sky blue shirts, the snowflakes falling in slow, fat, perfect flakes, Erling Haaland scrolling past the faces in the crowd and gliding in a single movement into the perfect Olympic-grade knee slide, a footballer who expresses power, edge and certainty more clearly than any other.
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