"Stop him! Don't let him get near the penalty area!"
Lahm kept shouting, calling for support from Alonso, knowing he couldn't contain Suker alone.
Alonso immediately retreated and charged towards Suker.
But before the two could close in, Suker lightly passed the ball away again.
"Damn it, this is frustrating!"
Lahm grimaced.
Suker had drawn too much of their defensive attention. In a one-on-one situation, going in alone would be suicide for him.
Suker's dribbling skills could easily get past him back and forth.
Lahm's physical ability and reaction speed were both very fast.
But Suker's ball control was simply incredible, his footwork rhythm was excellent, and he couldn't keep up with Suker's foot speed.
Under multiple factors, facing Suker meant getting bypassed.
After Suker passed the ball, Lahm tucked in, taking up a position in the rib area.
He couldn't let Suker constantly be active in that position, especially at the sharp angle of the penalty area, which was already within Suker's shooting range.
"So difficult to deal with!"
Watching Lahm's series of actions, Suker couldn't help but complain.
Lahm's experience and ability were very strong, especially as he was gradually reaching his peak recently.
However, when facing Suker, Lahm had to make sacrifices.
He couldn't push forward to attack, sacrificing his offensive attributes to strengthen his defensive capabilities.
This was also what all full-backs had to do when facing Suker.
Despite sacrificing a lot, Lahm didn't care; he just wanted to win.
During his time at Milan and with the National Team, he had never won against Suker and his team.
This regret and unwillingness had stayed with him until now!
He had to win one game, right!
He had to give himself an explanation, right!
The ball was passed to Suker, and seeing Suker's position, Lahm immediately rushed forward.
"I'm coming!"
Lahm violently collided with Suker, and both stumbled slightly.
But Lahm knew that this collision was not enough to make Suker lose possession.
Lahm once again tangled with Suker.
This time, he became even more aggressive.
Suker tried to dribble past him with repeated changes of direction, but Lahm twisted his ankles and body, constantly keeping up.
He wouldn't let Suker easily break through him.
"I'm here!"
Alonso finally arrived.
Lahm seized the opportunity and made a sliding tackle.
Bang!
The ball was tackled out of bounds, and Lahm lay on the ground, letting out a long sigh of relief as he watched the scene unfold.
But he didn't stay on the grass; he immediately stood up and focused on Suker again.
"Lahm is playing very actively. Despite already having a yellow card, his tackle showed no hesitation!"
"Perhaps for players like Lahm and Schweinsteiger, this match holds special significance. In their many encounters with Suker, they have never tasted victory, but repeated failures haven't broken them. Perhaps it's this resilient spirit and persistence that sustains them!"
The German commentator shouted; "Hold on! Lahm! Keep limiting Suker!"
Real Madrid's throw-in, Suker chested the ball down, then sharply cut it back with his foot, using his explosive acceleration to break free.
But just as he got past Lahm, a whooshing sound came from beside him.
Suker, out of protective instinct, subconsciously jumped up.
A figure slid past abruptly, tackling the ball out of bounds again.
"Schweinsteiger! A fierce sliding tackle!"
The German commentator yelled again.
He felt that the Bayern Munich players were all in excellent form and full of fighting spirit.
Especially when it came to containing Suker, they were giving their all.
Roar!!!!!!!!!!—
Schweinsteiger fiercely punched the air and roared.
Even though it was just a tackle.
Even though it was just a negligible moment in the game.
But it still invigorated them.
They had stopped Suker once again.
"Damn it! Am I being farmed like a BOSS?"
Suker couldn't help but complain.
Ever since he started to explode, the intensity of these Bayern players' defense had gone up several notches. Lahm had a card, but his actions were still decisive.
The others' defense against him was also fierce.
"I feel like the players are in great form and full of fighting spirit!"
In the Bayern Munich dugout, the Assistant Coach nodded in admiration.
Guardiola: "Pressure can destroy a person, or it can make a person!"
"What doesn't kill them will only make them stronger!"
With that, Guardiola pursed his lips slightly.
But first, they had to hold steady!
Suker's threat still remained.
"The two sides have engaged in a fierce offensive and defensive battle on the left flank. Suker's repeated advances have been thwarted by Bayern Munich. Bayern's resolve in marking Suker is very firm, and for Real Madrid, perhaps they should try to find a breakthrough on other lines!"
The Spanish commentator González said nervously.
Cristiano Ronaldo on the bench also covered his mouth with a towel.
He hated this feeling, the game was so intense, it was a crucial moment, but he wasn't on the field.
Although he had contributed two goals in this match, for Cristiano Ronaldo, besides winning the game, he also wanted to compete with Suker in individual statistics.
And now, Suker also had two goals!
"Danger!"
Cristiano Ronaldo suddenly stood up.
He saw Suker chest the ball down, then pass it back to Kroos.
At the same time, Suker immediately sprinted diagonally forward.
Bayern Munich couldn't keep up with Suker immediately; their attention was drawn by Kroos, who feigned a breakthrough. By the time they reacted, Suker had already broken out of the encirclement.
"Pass to me!"
Suker pointed to his feet.
But Kroos had already passed the ball!
"What a great pass!"
Suker could feel that the quality of the pass was very high, very stable, and there wasn't even much spin; it must have been a chipped pass.
With a light touch of his left foot, Suker steadily brought the ball down, while planting his right foot, twisting his ankle, and pushing off sharply.
His body suddenly changed direction 90 degrees, from a diagonal run to a forward sprint!
With just one large stride, Suker directly bypassed Bayern Munich's defensive line.
This was also the reason for Cristiano Ronaldo's exclamation.
"Watch out!!!"
The German commentator's throat was almost hoarse from shouting.
Just as Suker was chasing the ball, a figure suddenly slid in from the side.
He was in a hugging posture on the ground, scooping the ball into his possession.
"Neuer!! He came out! He got to the ball!"
The German commentator shouted excitedly.
At this moment, Neuer's wide-ranging control showed its effect.
As Suker took a deep touch, preparing to burst forward, Neuer, instead of retreating, advanced and intercepted the ball.
"Damn it!"
Suker cursed inwardly, immediately twisting his body and retreating.
The other Real Madrid players, seeing the attack blocked, also turned around and retreated immediately.
However, Neuer still stood up, threw the ball forward, and launched a quick counter-attack.
Schweinsteiger passed the ball to Robben, Robben crossed from the byline, Franck Ribéry volleyed, and the ball flew over the crossbar and out of bounds.
"The game has entered the 80th minute, but the attacking rhythm of both sides is still so intense!"
The German commentator couldn't help but grin.
He had expected the game to be fierce and close.
But he hadn't expected this level of intensity.
Both teams were charging at each other, not giving the opponent any time to react.
So far in this match, their heads had turned into oscillating fans, constantly twisting left and right.
With this intensity and rhythm, some would believe it was the Premier League!
But in reality, this was a match played by a La Liga team and a Bundesliga team.
"It's Real Madrid's turn to attack again!"
González's throat was getting hoarse from shouting.
Watching this game was like watching basketball, with constant transitions between offense and defense.
You attack once, I attack once.
It was exciting to watch, but it was also very taxing on the throat and heart.
"Suker must get past these defenders!" González said nervously.
From the moment the game entered the 80th minute, all Real Madrid fans, including the commentators, kept their eyes on Suker. At this stage, they could only rely on Suker's individual ability.
And Real Madrid was also doing its best to create space for Suker, to give him room to shoot.
Suker's head kept moving.
Observe! Position!
Observe again! Position again!
Suker's running speed remained constant, showing no signs of urgency.
At this moment, the more anxious he was, the easier it would be to miss opportunities!
The ball was on the right wing, and Suker saw Di Maria frequently looking up at him.
Suker extended his left hand, pointing to the byline.
Di Maria understood immediately.
It would be very difficult for him to shoot and turn the tide.
However, letting him dribble and create crosses was acceptable.
Di Maria performed two step-overs, and Alaba's attention was partially drawn by Benzema, leading to slightly delayed decision-making and actions.
Seizing this opportunity, Di Maria suddenly nudged the ball and burst down the wing.
Seeing Di Maria's move, the other Real Madrid players immediately reacted.
"Pull to the near post!"
Kroos roared, then he and Benzema both sprinted towards the near post.
The two of them simultaneously drew Dante and Schweinsteiger away.
The remaining Alonso, Lahm, and Van Buyten could only be left for Suker to handle on his own.
Suddenly, Alonso's foot slipped.
This slip wasn't a normal occurrence; rather, it was due to a loss of strength in his leg, causing him to lose his footing.
But for Suker, this instant was enough to shake off Alonso.
"Oh no!"
Alonso exclaimed, quickly looking up.
He saw Suker charging directly towards the center of the penalty area.
"Buyten!"
Alonso shouted a warning in his not-so-fluent German.
Van Buyten also kept turning his head to confirm Suker's position.
Di Maria crossed from the byline, and the ball flew towards the penalty area.
And Suker, three meters away from Van Buyten, actually jumped directly.
"Jumping now?"
Van Buyten was stunned.
Do you think you're Jordan?!
But the next second, Van Buyten's eyes widened.
Suker, in mid-air, stretched his body, then, using the forward momentum, rapidly ascended to the peak, and then surprisingly moved horizontally a short distance forward.
Although it was only a short distance, it was enough to reach the ball.
Suker even jumped so high that he slightly lowered his head in the air.
Van Buyten's heart was pounding frantically; all of Suker's movements seemed to be in slow motion to him.
Can't get to it!
Can't get to it!!
Can't get to it!!!
Van Buyten's expression was one of extreme terror!
He could do nothing but watch Suker head the ball, and then watch the ball slip past Neuer's outstretched fingers and into the goal.
Swish!
The net trembled!
The hearts of tens of thousands of Bayern fans at Allianz Arena also trembled.
The familiar sense of pressure returned.
"Goooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!!!!"
González was shouting at the top of his lungs.
Although his voice was hoarse and his roar was somewhat painful, he didn't care; at this moment, he needed to vent this excited emotion.
86th minute!
Another equalizer close to the end of the game!
"Suker!!!!!!!—"
Overly excited, González's eyes widened, and he vigorously slapped the table, shouting:
"Hat-trick!!!!!!!!—"
"In the first leg of the Semi-Final, Suker completed a hat-trick!"
"When trailing 3-1, Suker did not give up!"
"Even nearing the end, Suker still did not give up!"
"A goal in the 86th minute, a precious goal as valuable as gold!"
"This is Suker! The ever-reliable Suker!"
"He soared above Allianz Arena, scoring a precious equalizer for us!"
"What a wonderful match! What an exciting match!"
"Thank you, Suker! Thank you everyone, this is simply amazing!"
González was so excited he was speechless.
The Real Madrid fans in the away section were also jumping and cheering non-stop, exulting and letting out the most fervent shouts for this precious goal.
Suker spread his arms, surveying the stadium.
Like an emperor inspecting his subjects.
His eyes glared fiercely!
The fighting spirit and killing intent in his gaze blended together.
That slightly rounded face, in such an environment, even appeared to have sharp contours.
On his white jersey, specks of grass stains recorded the fouls he had endured in this match.
But Suker still delivered the best counter-attack with three goals, in the form of a hat-trick.
"Awesome!!"
"My God! You are simply insane!"
"Equalized! Equalized!!!"
All the Real Madrid players were shouting and cheering.
At this moment, their hearts were also restless.
This precious goal helped them level the score and might even secure an away draw.
This was very good news for them.
"Don't be careless! Don't relax! The game isn't over yet, hold on! Guys!"
González shouted nervously.
Although Suker had equalized, the crisis for Real Madrid was not over.
After all, the physically excellent Robben and Franck Ribéry combination was still lurking.
The impact of this combination is very strong; there can be no slightest carelessness.
"Hold them!"
As Suker retreated, he punched hard.
Only a few minutes left, holding on would secure an away draw.
The game restarted, and Bayern Munich, unwilling to settle, launched their most furious attack.
In the 88th minute, Robben cut inside and shot, the ball grazing the post and flying out for a goal kick.
In the 91st minute, Franck Ribéry's poke shot inside the penalty area was saved by Diego López.
The ball flew out of the penalty area, into an unmanned zone.
Just as Arbeloa rushed up to clear it, a figure suddenly appeared at the landing spot.
Lahm met the falling ball and powerfully struck it.
The ball slammed towards the goal like a cannonball.
Suker twisted his neck to look, his expression gradually becoming helpless.
Swish!
The ball entered the net!
One minute of injury time.
At the very end of the game, Lahm's long-range shot pierced the goal, and Bayern Munich scored again.
A winning goal! Another winning goal!
At the moment when the players were most fatigued, Lahm seized the opportunity.
Pant! Pant! Pant!
Lahm's chest heaved violently; he watched the ball enter the net, his eyes fixed on the Referee.
Only when the Referee pointed to the center circle, signaling a valid goal, did Lahm finally release the pressure.
Lahm roared, stretching his neck.
To hell with the pressure!
To hell with Suker!
To hell with the hat-trick!
Goal!!
I scored!!
I withstood the pressure!
"Lahm!!! Oh my God!! Bayern Munich's captain Lahm stepped up at the most, most, most crucial moment, what kind of match is this! Suker's goal was thought to be the winning goal, but Lahm told us, no! They haven't given up! A goal in the 91st minute! Bayern Munich leads again."
"Full time: Bayern Munich 4:3 Real Madrid!"
"Suker's hat-trick might not be able to save Real Madrid; this time, Bayern Munich is stronger and tougher than ever!"
Suker squatted on the field, panting heavily.
Even he felt deflated, let alone others.
Especially someone like Casemiro, who was almost cramping from exhaustion.
Real Madrid kicked off again.
Suker and Benzema stood at the center circle.
"Can you score one more?" Benzema asked.
Suker turned and rolled his eyes.
Does he really think a winning goal is that easy?
And once this ball is kicked off, the game will probably end.
Indeed, after the kickoff, Real Madrid made several consecutive passes, Kroos lofted the ball into the penalty area just before the whistle, but it was cleared by Van Buyten.
After this attack ended, the Referee blew the final whistle.
2012/2013 Champions League Semi-Final, First Leg: Bayern Munich 4:3 Real Madrid.
After 90 minutes of fierce battle, Bayern Munich secured the victory in the first leg.
"This is truly a match worthy of being called a classic!"
"Seven goals in total, both sides constantly attacked, and the score kept going back and forth, chasing each other!"
"This was a match that encompassed all aspects: stamina, will, tactics, skill, and so on. Although Bayern Munich secured the victory, Real Madrid still showed resilient match quality!"
"And then there's Suker! In the Champions League Semi-Final, he completed a hat-trick with three goals!"
"In this match, Suker did well enough; he couldn't have done better, but unfortunately, Bayern Munich was better prepared, and their form was better."
"Next week, Real Madrid will return to their home to face Bayern Munich at Bernabéu, and this match will decide the final spot. Let's look forward to the next match!"