Salah didn’t score 37 goals—he whispered them into existence like a quiet algorithm at 3 AM. While others celebrated with fireworks, he recalibrated the net using xG and muscle memory from Englewood’s cracked asphalt. His shot map? A silent symphony of precision: no flash, no ego, just cold execution. Even Barca’s scouts are still checking their spreadsheets wondering if this was real.

So… did you see that no one else noticed? 👀