It must be the Field Turf™.
Because the only other explanation for that ball -- THAT BALL -- is magic.
That is, quite simply, a hero-level throughball. With the run of play strongly in favor of the defending champions, such an impeccable peach as this didn't just come out of nowhere: it came straight out of another universe.
Not even Walter Sobchak could roll one like that.
Indeed, the unseen universal forces uniting matter and energy had to align in immaculate repose in order for this service, and the opening goal that followed, ever to manifest on our mortal plane:
- Before he gathered possession, RJ perpetrated an inadvertent handball.
- Since the above happened directly behind Darlington Nagbe's back, the referee had no angle to see it.
- RJ required rare vision to pick out David Villa's run up the left half in the first place.
- He had to muster up the sheer audacity even to attempt a fifty-yard (!!!) throughball.
- Villa needed to fight to keep Zarek Valentin on his shoulder and away from the ball.
- The finish, conducted with the graceful poise of a saint.