From the (spit) Guardian :-)
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.
He was, frankly, jaw-dropping here; unstoppable in a way that felt different to any other, previous version of unstoppable, sui generis in its outsize strengths.
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City moved Leipzig around, stretched the lines at will, and did it all so easily, dissecting their opponents like a practice corpse on the laboratory gurney. And secondly, how far can City take this now? It was by no means a one-man show. City counter-pressed fiercely and resisted RB Leipzig’s physicality all over the pitch. Bernardo Silva was routinely brilliant, not really a defensive or attacking midfielder these days, just an all-round roving skill-goblin.
The real test will come against one of Europe’s elite, a question that hasn’t been asked yet, but then Europe’s elite is an ever-shrinking circle.
It will be fascinating to watch when it happens. But this was as close as City have come so far to marrying that sense of control and high technique with a razor edge. It was delicately, brutally unstoppable.
Whilst there are a couple of the usual Guardian style digs, there is no hiding in the writing the utter jaw drop appreciation of that performance last night. And they do write some real pretty stuff when they want.