As a London-born analyst raised in the red-brick streets of East London, I watched this match not as spectacle—but as a silent revolution. Riyadh New Moon’s starting XI wasn’t just a lineup; it was a manifesto. Each name—Kansulo, Tumbati, Klibali—carried the weight of a decolonized football culture. This isn’t about star power. It’s about system design in motion: 37-20-87-3-6-8-16-77-22-29-11. A quiet algorithm written in cleats. I saw it happen.