The Estadio da Luz tunnel still hummed with post-match energy.
Barcelona's players filed back into the visitors' dressing room, jerseys damp with sweat, voices bouncing off white tile. Raphinha, glowing from his man of the match performance, sat grinning with a towel over his head as Lamine Yamal teased him.
"Finally showed up this season, huh?" Lamine smirked.
"Shut up," Raphinha laughed, tossing the towel at him. "Some of us wait for the big nights to shine".
Sam, still catching his breath, walked over and clapped Raphinha on the shoulder. "If you play like this every week, we're winning everything".
Hansi Flick stepped in, the chatter dimming at once. "This is what happens when we trust our principles. Benfica tried to match our aggression, they couldn't last. That second half? That was Barcelona football". He grinned.
Applause rippled, both from players and staff. Everyone was happy.
