The second half began with thunder.
The Bernabéu, already a storm in the first forty five now shook like an earthquake. Madrid fans smelled blood.
Their team led 2-1; Bellingham had struck, Vinícius had burned, Mbappé lurked like a predator. But Barcelona weren't finished. Sam's curling equalizer had reminded everyone that this wasn't going to be simple.
FWEEE!
The whistle blew, and the war resumed.
Madrid started an early siege against the Barcelona defense as within two minutes of the restart, they unleashed their artillery.
Vinícius Jnr. tore down the left in menacing fashion, skipping past Koundé before whipping in a devilish ball. Mbappé lunged, studs grazing the ball, but Jose García smothered it at the near post.
The rebound fell to Rodrygo who smashed it back in, but again, Araújo blocked heroically, his chest absorbing the impact, collapsing to the ground but rising instantly like a soldier refusing to fall.
The crowd rode the early surge, roaring and chanting.
