The match restarted.
Real Madrid's goal instantly made everyone at Bayern Munich tense.
In the second half, Real Madrid, especially after Kaka's return, seemed to have changed everything.
Especially in terms of rhythm, Real Madrid not only stabilized but also launched sharp counterattacks.
To prevent Real Madrid from playing such a tactical game again, Bayern Munich had no choice but to increase their midfield defense.
Javi Martinez replaced Alonso.
The responsibility for distributing the ball from the back was entirely handed over to Schweinsteiger.
But soon, they realized they were wrong again.
Real Madrid stopped playing the tactical game; they started to attack the left wing aggressively.
"Suker!!!!—"
The entire Bernabéu erupted in thunderous cheers.
Under the close marking of Martinez and Lahm, Suker twisted and turned, his footwork dazzlingly brilliant. Suker broke through the crowd and charged directly towards the penalty area.
"Stop him!"
Boateng roared, feeling particularly frustrated.
It's starting again!
It's like this again!
Once Suker enters this state, their defense is in for trouble.
It was the same in the last round.
And it's still the same in this round!
Bang!
Boateng and Suker collided fiercely.
Boateng, not caring about fouling, used a rugby-like tackle to block Suker's breakthrough, extending his long leg and directly tripping Suker.
Hey!!!!—
Suker slid a distance on the grass, turned his head, raised his hand, and roared in dissatisfaction.
The Referee immediately ran over and gave Boateng a yellow card warning.
This was a clear foul.
Boateng didn't argue but quickly retreated to organize the wall.
"Well done!"
Kaka walked over and extended his hand.
Suker slapped it hard.
Slap!
With a loud sound, Suker smiled brightly and said, "Let me take this free kick!"
Kaka nodded; he had no intention of arguing with Suker over the free kick.
At Real Madrid, Suker was already the primary set-piece taker.
Standing on the left side of the penalty area, Suker prepared to take the kick with his right foot.
Right foot from the left side, left foot from the right side.
This would create a greater curve.
Under everyone's gaze, Suker took a deep breath and suddenly took the kick.
"Suker takes the kick!"
Bang!
The ball flew towards Bayern Munich's goal, forming a huge arc in the air, curving around the wall and flying towards the near post.
Neuer shuffled his feet and immediately leaped to save.
He barely managed to palm the ball away, but the next second, Benzema immediately followed up with a shot.
Ah~~~~
Benzema clutched his head, watching the ball fly wide of the post and out of bounds, his face full of regret.
The others also grimaced.
This was a good chance to equalize!
"Karim~~~"
Kaka's voice also carried a hint of helplessness.
It had clearly been disrupted, and this guy still didn't seize the opportunity.
Suker also shook his head.
After Real Madrid failed to score, Bayern Munich immediately launched an attack.
Cristiano Ronaldo, Robben, and others felt very stifled.
In the second half, their opportunities to perform were few and far between.
The midfield rhythm was subtly bogged down, making it difficult for them to receive passes.
And just as they were about to use this attacking opportunity to create a threatening play, the ball was intercepted by Casemiro before it even reached Robben's feet.
"Oh~~ Casemiro!!"
"They're back! Everyone's back in form!"
Gonzalez couldn't help but cheer.
That's right!
This is the kind of game Real Madrid should be playing.
Casemiro immediately passed the ball to Suker.
Kaka made it very clear: next, find an opportunity to pass to Suker; if Suker can't be found, then pass to him.
Suker started to advance on the left wing again.
In the 71st minute, Suker dribbled past two players and took a long shot from the edge of the penalty area, the ball flying just over the crossbar.
In the 75th minute, Suker broke through again, a fake shot and a real pass, the ball threaded to the far post, but Di Maria couldn't keep up, missing the shooting opportunity.
In the 81st minute, it was Suker's breakthrough again.
This time, Suker chipped the ball over the top, Benzema successfully beat the offside trap, and facing the falling ball, swept a shot with the side of his foot.
Bang!
As Benzema fell, he watched the ball precisely curl into the left side of the goal.
He excitedly scrambled to his feet, raising his hands and running towards the corner flag, sliding to celebrate.
"Stop celebrating, dammit!"
Just as he was celebrating, Suker's angry roar came from behind him.
Benzema turned his head and saw Suker holding the ball, waving his arms, and shouting, "One more goal! Hurry back!"
In the 81st minute, Real Madrid equalized the score.
The current score is Real Madrid 2:2 Bayern Munich.
The aggregate score is Real Madrid 5:6 Bayern Munich!
Just one goal difference!
If Real Madrid scores one more goal, they will secure a Champions League final ticket with the advantage of three away goals.
"Van Buyten, Gustavo, prepare to enter the field!"
Guardiola suddenly stood up from the coaching bench and shouted loudly.
He couldn't sit still; Real Madrid had continuously caught up, and their morale was soaring.
At this point, they had to strengthen their defense.
They only needed to hold this one point to defeat Real Madrid and advance to the Champions League final.
On the other side, Real Madrid was also extremely nervous.
Zidane also chose to make substitutions, but he brought on Varane and Essien.
He took off Srna and Pepe.
He didn't touch the midfield or attack.
The midfield and attack were playing with high morale, and substituting players at this time could easily disrupt that state.
Therefore, he increased the pressure.
They had to score a goal without conceding to advance to the Champions League final.
In the final wave of substitutions, both sides used all three of their substitution slots.
The match restarted, and the true final moment had arrived.
A tense atmosphere also spread throughout the Bernabéu.
One goal difference!
It really is just one goal difference!
One goal to heaven! One goal to hell!
Win and get a Champions League final ticket, continuing to climb to the top of Europe.
Lose and be eliminated.
"Less than ten minutes remain in the match. Real Madrid and Bayern Munich have both completed their final substitutions. The decisive moment has arrived!"
"This is a test of skill, and also a battle of wills!"
"Can Real Madrid turn the tide and win the match at home?"
Gonzalez clenched his fists and shouted, "Come on! Lads!"
Bang!
Suker forcefully collided with Lahm, trying to win possession, but Lahm had already passed the ball away.
Both players fell to the ground but immediately got up and continued to chase the ball.
And such confrontations filled every corner of the field.
Many players' physical limits had been reached.
They were panting heavily, occasionally rubbing their swollen, sore, and somewhat stiff leg muscles.
Under such an intense match, their consumption was also very high.
Both matches were high-intensity battles, much harder to play than any previous match they had played.
But precisely because of this, they had to grit their teeth and persevere.
Only the victors can witness the brilliant rainbow!
"Push up! Push up!"
Suker roared!
Real Madrid quickly pressed forward; there was little time left in the match.
But the score was still tied; they had to score.
Suker caught a glimpse of the sideline, where the fourth official had already raised the electronic board.
Injury time: 3 minutes!
It's injury time, only three minutes left.
Real Madrid only has three minutes to change their fate against all odds.
Real Madrid's corner kick.
Suker and Cristiano Ronaldo faced off again.
Cristiano Ronaldo tightly marked Suker; at this critical juncture, he absolutely could not let Suker receive the ball again.
"Get lost!"
Suker also pushed in annoyance, but Cristiano Ronaldo didn't give an inch.
Di Maria took the kick.
Both players suddenly jumped, but in the air, they were both interfered with by the opponent and couldn't touch the ball.
Upon landing, Lahm had already taken possession and pushed forward sharply.
"Counterattack!!"
Lahm roared.
Cristiano Ronaldo immediately sprinted, and Suker also started to chase back synchronously.
Bayern Munich was quickly counterattacking, and Real Madrid was fiercely chasing back.
"Bayern Munich's counterattack, can they seize the opportunity!"
The German commentator felt his heart was about to explode.
This match was truly exciting and terrifying.
It was very exciting!
But also full of uncertainty!
Can Bayern Munich completely kill the game with this counterattack?
Bang!
Robben's signature cut-in shot, the shooting angle was very good.
"Robben!"
The German commentator roared, and the next second he immediately clutched his head.
"Oh~~ God! Casillas saved it!!"
Spanish commentator Gonzalez slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "Casillas's save, he saved Real Madrid."
Then, he shouted loudly, "Counterattack!! What are you waiting for!"
The retreating Suker happened to receive the ball.
Suker trapped the ball with his foot and turned, looking up ahead.
He saw Kaka standing on the midfield line.
Suker sharply passed the ball forward.
The ball pierced Bayern Munich's defense, and Kaka quickly started to chase it.
"Kaka!!!!!!!!!!"
González roared, "Kaka is through! Kaka, Kaka!"
González's voice grew softer and more terrified.
He was shocked to find that Kaka could no longer pick up speed.
Despite Kaka trying very hard to push off the ground, he couldn't generate his usual speed.
From above, Kaka was chasing the ball ahead.
But behind him, the young Austrian full-back Alaba was sprinting back with lightning speed.
The gap was rapidly closing.
Kaka was desperately pushing off the ground, furiously swinging his arms, veins bulging in his neck, exerting himself with his entire body.
But... he just couldn't generate that damned speed!
The wind whistled past his ears as a figure suddenly swept past him, poking the ball away first.
Alaba completed the clearance, sliding to his knees, clenching his right fist, and roaring passionately.
Roar!!!!!!!!!!
"Alaba!! Oh my God! A crucial clearance! He caught up to Kaka! He caught up to Kaka! The young Austrian full-back, he saved Bayern Munich!"
"No chance! No chance!"
The German commentator cheered excitedly.
As the ball rolled out of bounds, the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Three whistles, the match is over!
In the two-legged aggregate score, Bayern Munich defeated Real Madrid 6:5 to advance to the Champions League!
The stadium erupted in cheers, and the Bayern Munich players were loudly celebrating and shouting.
Celebrating this precious victory, celebrating the chance to play in the Champions League.
Meanwhile, on the field, Kaka stared at the ball lying quietly near the end line, gasping for breath, the light in his eyes gradually dimming, his tightly clenched fists expressing his unwillingness.
He once streaked across the field, his unparalleled speed leaving opponents in the dust.
But his past glory could not illuminate his present self.
Kaka looked up, the spotlight's halo blurring into a haze, making him feel somewhat dazed.
Through his blurry vision, he seemed to see a figure gradually fading away.
That figure, wearing a red and black jersey, pointing to the sky with both hands!
That spirited young man from Brazil, chasing the wind!
That omnipotent self... had grown old!
Just as Kaka was in a daze, a large hand pressed down on his head, rubbing it twice forcefully.
"It's over, we should go back!"
Kaka turned his head; "I didn't catch up!"
Suker was silent for a moment.
"You did your best!"
Kaka also fell silent.
Kaka walked with his head down towards the player tunnel, with Suker closely following him.
He knew this feeling all too well.
This wasn't just about losing the game.
It was about being unable to achieve the expected results, his body telling him that he was old.
As an athlete whose career depends on youth, the decline of physical function is the most difficult thing to accept.
It's like being unable to successfully catch a ball that he used to easily chase, even when trying his absolute hardest now.
Suker had been watching Kaka's emotions, afraid that he would suddenly break down.
Bang!
Zidane hugged Kaka tightly and patted him hard on the back.
"You've done well enough, don't blame yourself!"
In the second half, after Kaka came on, Real Madrid changed their slump, launched continuous attacks, and scored two goals.
Kaka's contribution was indispensable; how could that not be considered a contribution?
As for the last goal, Zidane was also helpless.
Some things are just like that.
Especially in this famous Bernabéu, where countless superstars were created, but also witnessed their downfall.
Just like that omnipotent alien, who was violently overtaken by the young Suker on this very pitch.
Eight years have passed, and some people are always growing old!
Time spares no one!
Kaka only lost to time.
"The match is over. It's a pity that Real Madrid couldn't defeat Bayern Munich and advance to the Champions League, but given such a complex season, their performance was already good enough."
"I believe that next season, Real Madrid can make adjustments, and they will definitely make a comeback!"
"And Kaka! Please don't be too harsh on him, he has done well enough!"
"Having just recovered from injury, Kaka was called upon in a critical situation. In the second half, he used his passes to turn the tide, and Real Madrid successfully scored two goals to equalize the score. We have no reason to criticize this veteran."
González's mind replayed the scene of Kaka's final sprint.
That moment when no matter how he swung his arms, how hard he pushed off the ground, how fast he moved his feet, he just couldn't generate speed.
A 30-year-old veteran, just recovered from a major injury—combining these factors, it could only lead to regretful sighs.
"He really did his best!"
González shook his head with emotion.
Suker declined interviews and prepared to return to the locker room.
Just as he was about to enter the locker room, Real Madrid fans on both sides suddenly leaned out.
"Hey! Suker, don't blame yourself, you've done well enough."
"That was a wonderful game, you gave it your all."
"The result isn't important, we've seen your effort. A lot has happened this season, adjust your form, and keep fighting next season!"
"Next season, we'll come and cheer you on too!"
"Don't be discouraged!"
"Tell Kaka, no one blames him, he did very well!"
"We can wait for next season!"
"Go Suker!"
"Go Real Madrid!"
Looking at the enthusiastic fans, Suker felt a bit better inside. He pounded his chest forcefully and said, "Get ready your shouts for next season!"
Upon hearing this, the Real Madrid fans all grinned and laughed loudly.
"Don't worry! We'll definitely shout the loudest!"
Suker smiled, then walked into the player tunnel.
When he entered the locker room, it was silent.
Everyone was quiet.
Losing a game is inevitably a difficult thing.
Moreover, they lost a crucial match.
Soon, Zidane and Leidup walked in.
Both were also careful not to speak, as they needed to consider the players' emotions.
At this moment, Leidup suddenly sighed and slowly walked to the center.
"I'm very sorry that I couldn't lead you to greater glory. You can completely blame me; if that makes you feel a bit easier, I have no objections!"
No one spoke.
Leidup grinned: "Okay, that joke wasn't funny, but I still want to apologize to you. I'm sorry, I'm not a good enough Head Coach, and I couldn't provide you with enough tactical support!"
"But as for this match, they played well enough."
"The charm of football lies in the uncertainty of victory and defeat. There are peaks, and there will be troughs, but the question is how to view failure. I believe you can overcome these problems, just like Bayern Munich, after repeated failures, finally defeated us!"
Suker couldn't help but grin.
The others also turned their heads.
"I don't think we need to make too profound a summary. You are strong, and you will adjust your form."
Leidup clapped his hands: "Rest well tomorrow, and then we should go all out to challenge for the League and the Copa del Rey."
"We've already lost the Champions League, we can't lose the League and the Copa del Rey too."
Suker slowly got up and walked to the bathroom to take a shower.
Soon, the other players also followed suit.
Leidup was right, this was not the time for sadness.
They needed to adjust quickly and prepare for the League and the Copa del Rey.
Soon, the Real Madrid players finished showering and took the bus back to the training base.
Leidup directly dismissed the team, letting the players go home to rest.
And that night, the news of Bayern Munich's victory over Real Madrid exploded across Europe.
Of course, along with it, the topic of 'Kaka chasing the ball' also went viral.
In football, every era has a hero!
And for some fans, Kaka was their hero and idol in this era.
And when they saw their hero struggling to pick up speed, they finally understood why the alien's fans were so sad when they saw Ronaldo gradually getting fat and unable to run.
Only by experiencing such things firsthand can one truly understand the feeling!