Leo stuck with Inter. His hands were sweating. 0-0. 85th minute.

And for the first time in a decade, he bends a free kick into the top corner.

Game over.

A clumsy tackle on the edge of the box. A free kick. Twenty-five meters out.

He plugs it in. The old TV wheezes to life. The polygon players are blocky, the crowds are cardboard cutouts, and the commentary is a synthetic, looping mess.