Dembélé, two minutes, Budapest.

Two minutes. That's all it took.

Vitinha plays it through, Dembélé runs onto it, and the Allianz Arena goes quiet in a way that 75,000 people rarely manage. The goal doesn't just change the night — it changes the arithmetic of the entire tie. PSG, already leading 5-0 on aggregate coming in, now need Bayern to score three without reply. On a different night, in a different universe, maybe. Not this one.

Vincent Kompany throws everything at it. Bayern press, probe, and hurl themselves at a PSG backline that has spent two legs looking entirely unbothered. Luis Enrique's side don't panic. They've been here before — or at least they've been in a version of here, and they've learned what not to do.

Kane makes them feel it, briefly.

The 90+4 minute header from Harry Kane — meeting a Joshua Kimmich corner with the kind of conviction that deserves a better occasion — sends one last roar around the stadium. It finishes 1-1 on the night. It finishes 6-5 on aggregate. It finishes with Kane staring at the turf, which tells you everything about how it felt.

Kane did not celebrate. He looked at the floor for four full seconds.

The final nobody is pretending to be surprised about.

Dembélé is the Ballon d'Or winner, the man everyone said would end up here, and now he has. Arsenal vs PSG, Puskás Aréna, May 30. Mikel Arteta against Luis Enrique. Two coaches who build teams that press with genuine menace and play with something resembling a philosophy. The neutral is already rubbing their hands together.