Only Mourinho, after City's third goal, allowed himself a single clenched fist pump before calmly sitting back on the bench. With a two-goal cushion, everything looked secure—but his composure suggested he knew better.
On the pitch, City's players, though exhilarated, quickly returned to focus. They carried themselves like warriors, determined to fight until the very end. Lampard, the last to re-enter, drew Mourinho's silent gesture of pride—a pointed finger, followed by two raised thumbs toward the roaring crowd.
From the stands came a thunderous chant:"City! City! City! We beat them, we beat them!"
Some fans tore off their shirts, others clambered onto shoulders, fists pumping wildly into the night sky.
"Does anyone regret it now? Reporters, coaches—are you watching this?! Who still dares to say Barcelona would crush Manchester City?!"
Such is the nature of football fans—emotions raw and simple. As long as their heroes shine, they believe they are invincible.
