"Panenka! Shoot it middle! My God! Suker really has nerves of steel!"
"His penalty flawlessly fooled Van der Sar, Milan has equalized again!"
"Suker with two goals, Milan now 3-3, the scores are tied."
"Now the two teams are completely even, both in this match and on aggregate!"
"At the same time, Manchester United's situation has worsened badly. Due to O'Shea's reckless behavior, they are forced to play one man down for the remainder of the match!"
From the coaching bench, Ancelotti turned sharply and shouted, "Substitution! Substitution! Inzaghi, warm up! Faster!"
Inzaghi immediately stood and began warming up.
This was a golden opportunity!
Manchester United was down a man, and Milan had created a rare chance.
Ancelotti clenched his fists hard—they absolutely had to seize this moment.
The roar of the Milan fans swept like a raging storm throughout the stadium.
Suker scored the penalty and equalized.
Even entering the decisive stage, they had the numerical advantage!
This moment, the scales of victory tilted again toward Milan.
This Champions League semi-final had been extremely tough.
But Milan believed the ending would be beautiful—they would reach the final and seek revenge against Liverpool.
At the corner area, Suker was swarmed beneath by ecstatic Milan teammates.
"Oh my god! That penalty was so slick!"
"Van der Sar was completely fooled! Hahaha!"
"You should try a Panenka next time, it's more entertaining! Hahaha!"
"Who cares about Panenka, as long as it's an equalizer!"
Gattuso hugged Suker tightly, ecstatic.
When the celebration ended, everyone stood up.
Suker said to Gattuso, "One hundred meals of Chinese food, at the end of the season, I'm gonna eat them!"
"What are you talking about?" Gattuso feigned ignorance.
"You're Italian and you don't understand Italian?" Suker punched Gattuso's stomach twice.
"Don't pretend—you owe me 100 meals. Even if you retire, I'll come find you for them!"
"Eat if you want!" Gattuso grumbled. "Just don't get fat from eating so much!"
"I don't care!" Suker snorted.
Surrounded by teammates, Suker retreated to midfield.
Modrić's expression was gloomy.
Ronaldo sighed, hands on hips.
No matter how strong inside, these moments exhausted them.
They had been equalized again, and were down a man.
This situation was awful.
At the 80th minute, Milan and Manchester United made their final substitutions.
Milan: Seedorf off, Inzaghi on.
Manchester United: Rooney off, Richardson on.
United brought on a defender to fill the gap.
Even a man down, Ferguson struggled desperately.
Milan, on the other hand, was much more relaxed.
Especially with Rooney off, United had only two attackers up front, easing their defensive pressure.
The key was Manchester United players had drained a lot of stamina from intense pressing earlier—they were starting to slow.
Their attack now depended solely on their forwards.
United fans could only hope Ronaldo or Solskjær would shine.
But that didn't happen.
Meanwhile, Milan pressed forward relentlessly, taking advantage of the extra player.
"Fall back! Fall back!"
"Watch the left, Suker's coming!"
"Inzaghi's also making a run!"
"No one's marking Kaká?"
United's defense became chaotic.
They shouted to communicate but couldn't fully track Milan's attackers.
Meanwhile, Suker moved to the left attacking midfield position, his bursts sharper with Inzaghi's support.
Kaká was also sprinting hard to break through.
Every time Kaká looked up, he searched for Suker.
Only when Suker was marked did Kaká turn to Inzaghi.
Inzaghi knew his role well and worked hard to pull defenders away, at least dragging one marker.
Milan's attack surged like a relentless tide.
United's back line started to buckle.
At the 87th minute, Kaká carried the ball down to the baseline.
Inzaghi glanced at Suker, then sprinted hard toward Kaká, aiming to occupy the near post.
"Mark him!" Ferdinand shouted, immediately following.
The moment Ferdinand left his post, Kaká chipped a ball into the gap Ferdinand vacated.
There, Suker suddenly charged forward and met the ball with a fierce header.
Swish!
The ball hit the net again!
"Goal!!!"
"Suker!!! Hat-trick!!!"
"Champions League semi-final hat-trick! He's a god!"
"Milan's fourth goal! They have basically sealed the victory!"
After scoring, Suker raised his right hand high and ran toward the corner.
He held up three fingers and, in front of the camera, kissed each one.
Then he made two shooting gestures toward the camera before leaning back like dodging bullets in a movie.
"Hahaha! Suker's celebration is hilarious!"
Aldo Serena laughed: "He's responding to Ferguson's pre-match comments, saying two bullets couldn't kill him."
Ferguson watched Suker's celebration with a dark face.
"Damned Croatian!"
He paused, then muttered softly, "Except for Luka…"
No one likes being taunted; Ferguson was no different.
But Suker was the one Ferguson provoked first.
Before the match, Suker promised to score three goals.
Now with a hat-trick, mission accomplished.
Three goals, no less!
Suker cupped his hands around his mouth and blew kisses to the stands.
"These three goals, for all of you!"
This cold rainy night, because of Suker's brilliant performance, no longer felt cold but burning hot.
Milan fans were overjoyed.
This rollercoaster match was thrilling to watch.
Though there were setbacks and moments trailing, Milan players held firm and overcame adversity.
The 87th-minute goal was practically a killer blow.
Neither side had substitutions left.
Milan retreated completely to defend this lead.
For them, holding this one goal meant winning.
United players did not give up and launched their final, most desperate assault.
They charged again and again, risking everything for a goal.
But Milan would not yield.
Even Van der Sar went forward for one last corner, trying to add power.
But Nesta jumped fiercely and headed the ball away.
When the final whistle blew, the match was over.
Roar!!!!!!!!!!
Nesta tore his shirt in rage.
Suker looked over and silently scoffed,
"Getting fired up now?"
Before he could say more, teammates engulfed him!
"Final!!! Champions League final!!!"
"God!!! We won!!!"
"Amazing!!!"
"Suker! Suker! Suker!"
Milan's substitutes swarmed Suker, most surrounding him, ecstatic beyond control.
The whole San Siro stadium echoed with cheers and applause.
Milan fans clapped in the rain, letting it wash over them but unable to hide their excitement.
Champions League final! Here we come!
And Liverpool awaits!
Milan's revenge is coming!
"The full-time whistle blows. Milan wins the Champions League semi-final. Over two legs, Milan 7:6 Manchester United, with both matches of high quality!"
"And in these two legs, Suker was undoubtedly the best performer!"
"Though Milan's overall play was great, I must say Manchester United lost to Suker!"
"Congratulations to Milan for once again reaching the Champions League final, which will be full of stories!"
"Can Milan redeem themselves? Can they defeat Liverpool and become the first team to defend the Champions League title after the reform, winning their eighth trophy?"
"All this will unfold a month from now!"
"Let us look forward to this Champions League final! And witness Suker's brilliant show once more."
"Finally, congratulations again to Milan for making the Champions League final!"