Man of the Match: Cox
The final whistle had barely faded into the Basel night when UEFA's match delegate confirmed it:
Mathew Cox – Man of the Match.
And no one argued.
Not after that.
Nine saves. Three high claims. One punched clearance under the floodlights, surrounded by bodies. No rebounds. No panic. No noise.
Just clean gloves, cold wrists, and absolute control.
He'd done it all without theatrics. Without shouting. Without a single fist pump.
Cox simply walked off the pitch with his head high, gloves still on, pulling the wrist straps tighter as if the game wasn't finished yet.
The club's social media team captured the moment in one perfect frame.
Cox, mid-stride, walking toward the away support—shoulders loose, not smiling. But his right glove raised. Not to wave. Just held up. Like a quiet answer to every question Basel had asked.
The caption dropped an hour later:
"Clean. Commanding. Clutch. – Mathew Cox 🇬🇧🧤 #MOTM"
The replies came fast:
