He hit the halfway line and didn't slow. Gerrard moved in. Benjamin dipped his shoulder, cut inside.
[Gerrard can't stop him!]
Now he was at full stride. Space opened. Skrtel stepped up. Benjamin feinted left, cut right, and breezed by.
[FOUR players left behind!]
Peter's voice broke a little.
[This is electric!]
He reached the edge of the 18 yard box. Johnson came in late, lunging to recover. Benjamin saw him, dropped low, took the touch wider—
—and Johnson clipped him.
Fweeeee!
[Free kick!]
[Oh, he's brought him down. Twenty-five yards out. Slightly right of centre.]
Benjamin stayed down for a second. The referee blew again, waving away protests.
Reina was barking instructions now. Skrtel organizing the wall.
[He's gone from his own box to winning a free kick just outside Liverpool's. That is... something else.]
[You talk about individual moments. That was one. That was all him.]
Martens jogged over to him, helped him up.
