A corner, taken sharply from the left, precise, travels through the clear Munich sky. In the penalty area, a tangle of arms and bodies piles up, elbows jostling, heads poking out, legs scrambling. And at that moment, Vanessa Gilles springs up if she were made for this very scene. She rises higher than everyone else, appearing unshakeable, almost detached. The ball hits her forehead, solidly, uncompromisingly. A strike like a machine: determined, powerful, unstoppable. Seconds later, it's nestling in the far corner of the net.