Ángel Correa’s friends like to say that his name is the only saintly thing about him but the man with the scarred heart has a habit of appearing in moments of need, and so it was.
Saturday night at the Cathedral, the storm had passed, the sky had opened and suddenly there he was before them, 48,617 people witnessing him fly through the middle, past Julen Agirrezabala, and roll into an empty net to deliver Athletic Club’s first defeat at San Mames in more than a year. The clock read 91:54. Correa had been on the pitch for only four minutes and he didn’t think he would be there at all, but it was done. Call it a miracle if you like, or something else.
