24' Minute – Costa's Second Miss
Bradford hadn't had many moments in the final third—but when they came, they came clean.
It started innocently. Silva earned a foul deep in the corner, baiting Livramento into a body-check as he turned away from him.
Schär came over to protest, waving his arms, pointing at the ball, but the referee wasn't listening.
Taylor didn't wait.
He jogged over, grabbed the ball off the turf, and took a quick throw before Newcastle could reset.
Straight to Vélez—who peeled off the edge of the box and dropped into space just inside the left channel.
One touch to open up.
Then a perfect diagonal—angled across the box with intent, not height. It skidded like a skipping stone, fast and low, toward the far post.
Roney was there. Always is.
He let it drop, let the defender commit, and then tapped it back across goal with his instep—just soft enough to drag the keeper with him.
And Costa was waiting.
