After scoring the goal, David Trezeguet glanced back at the ball nestled in the net—confirmation, satisfaction. Then, without hesitation, he spun around and sprinted toward the technical area. He wasn't celebrating for the crowd, not yet. He was looking for someone.
That someone was Thierry Henry—his closest friend at Manchester City.
Unlike Henry, who had already carved out his reputation on the big stage, Trezeguet was still finding his feet. He lacked experience, still short of regular minutes in a top league. But it was Henry who had quietly helped him rediscover his confidence—taking him in as a sparring partner during training, encouraging him, pushing him, reminding him of who he could become.
And now, in this moment, that belief had borne fruit.
For a brief second, the usual noise behind the technical area—shouting, instructions, complaints—faded away. The players and coaches on both sides could hear just one thing:
"City! City! Manchester City!!"
