"So it's two to nil in favor of Arsenal here at the Emirates and with the rain not looking like it is going to stop anytime soon, we are going to have a very slippery game going forward."
The rhythm of the game had shifted, but not in Forest's favor.
Arsenal were ahead, yes—but the spark that had ignited their second had settled into something uneasy.
Izan had grown sharper, but not better.
He took more touches than necessary.
Opted for the spectacular when the simple pass would do.
Three times, he ignored overlapping runs.
Twice, he forced shots from uncomfortable angles.
The fans didn't boo.
But the murmurs were creeping in.
The commentary team felt it.
"He's doing too much," Ian Crocker said from the gantry, brow pinched.
"And we've seen this before in great players—when form and expectation get tangled."
Marsha didn't disagree.
"The pressure of being special," she said.
