"Defend! Defend! Defend!"
Suker shouted loudly while retreating.
At this moment, the AC Milan players were also full of morale.
Suker had already created the most favorable situation for them, and the next task was to defend.
As long as they could hold off Barcelona's attacks, they would advance to the Champions League semifinals!
Victory felt like a ray of sunlight breaking through thick clouds.
Even in the night, they seemed to see that beam of light soaked in victory.
"Defend!! —"
Maldini shouted excitedly.
What a great guy!
Maldini looked at Suker with a gaze full of encouragement.
In the second half, Suker's ability to break through one-on-one situations was fully displayed.
Kaká created some breakthrough space for Suker, who used his powerful personal skills to tear open Barcelona's defense and score.
Now, AC Milan had achieved the best situation.
From being underestimated before the match, now they were about to beat Barcelona.
For victory, they had devised many tactics and routines.
For victory, they resolutely resisted everything.
For victory, they had put in enough effort.
And now, they were about to taste the fruits of victory.
Of course, the fruit was not yet ripe; they still needed to use defense to block Barcelona's attacks.
Beep!
The whistle blew; Barcelona kicked off again.
At this moment, Barcelona's attacks became even more intense.
The camera showed how fierce Barcelona's advances were.
Messi, Iniesta, and Henry all fought desperately.
They continuously tried to pry open even the slightest space to score.
But AC Milan retreated as a whole and used dense defense.
Suker was still pressing up front.
If anyone was most anxious now, it was Suker.
After all, he was the last counterattack point and could not join the defense.
He could only watch his teammates chase and block repeatedly, feeling helpless!
"Left side! Left side! Add one more player!"
"Move quickly! Be decisive!"
"Don't hesitate!"
"Slide tackle! Don't be afraid to get booked!"
Suker shouted angrily.
He kept directing from the front, having a better view and sending useful information to teammates.
At this moment, Suker saw Messi suddenly accelerate.
Amid triple marking, Messi used consecutive touches and feints to break through the trap.
"Shit!"
Suker's heart trembled as Messi was about to charge into the penalty area.
At that moment, a figure suddenly rushed in from the side.
A fierce sliding tackle knocked Messi and the ball down hard.
"Kaká! Well done!"
Suker couldn't help but pump his fist in celebration.
It was a crucial foul.
But soon, Suker realized something was wrong.
Beep!
A sharp whistle sounded.
The referee ran toward Kaká, showed him a yellow card, then pulled out a red card from his right pocket.
Two yellows became one red.
Kaká was sent off.
"F*ck!"
Suker was frustrated.
He had been so focused on the game that he forgot Kaká was already on a yellow card.
Even Kaká seemed to forget.
At the sight of the red card, Kaká was stunned.
"Another red card!"
Suker clenched his teeth.
Messi's threat was too big.
In two matches, he caused two red cards.
Gattuso and Kaká were both sent off.
It was like the only way to stop Messi was by fouling.
Kaká walked off slowly.
Even leaving the field, he tried to waste some time.
Otherwise, Kaká could have argued with them to cause more delay.
Since he was already sent off, any gain was good.
Barcelona understood this and didn't want to get into conflicts with Kaká.
After Kaká left, AC Milan decisively made a substitution.
Ambrosini off, Brocchi on.
After coming on, Brocchi immediately approached Suker: "The boss said, you can't get booked again!"
Suker was also on a yellow card.
They had already lost Kaká and Gattuso; they couldn't lose Suker too.
Suker was extremely frustrated.
Even if they won this game, it would be a hard-fought victory.
Kaká, Gattuso red cards!
Pirlo injured!
Milan's midfield was on the verge of collapse.
"AC Milan down to ten men, the game seems to have returned to the first leg situation, but this time the pitch drainage is complete; the field can no longer provide extra help for Milan."
"We must hold on!"
Aldo Cerella anxiously said.
Twenty minutes left.
Barcelona had one extra man, and their attacks became more furious.
Henry, Messi, and Iniesta used dribbling and breakthroughs to keep assaulting Milan's defense.
When they won free kicks and corners, Suker also had to retreat to help contest headers.
Barcelona began to bombard Milan's backline relentlessly.
76 minutes.
"Iniesta dribbles past Brocchi and Nesta, passes to the middle, Henry runs in to shoot, Maldini slides in to block—blocked!"
78 minutes.
"Henry cuts diagonally into the box, Nesta slides in without a foul! A clean tackle!"
80 minutes.
"Messi! Messi's here! ribble on the edge of the box, Milan's defense stretched thin—can they stop him? No~! Messi shoots! Oh~~~Goal! That curling shot precisely hits the top left corner! Barcelona pulls one back!"
Messi immediately ran to the goal, grabbed the ball, and sprinted back.
Dida and others tried to stop him, but Messi dodged skillfully.
83 minutes.
AC Milan substitution.
Suker off, Kaladze on.
Pato stayed up front.
When Suker left, the Barcelona fans at Camp Nou finally relaxed.
Although they had been bombarding Milan's defense, as long as Suker was on the field, every Milan counterattack made them nervous.
This guy was no longer on the field.
His effect was gone.
The last substitution slot, Ancelotti strengthened the defense.
Except for Pato up front, everyone else retreated into the box to defend the score.
Barcelona grew increasingly anxious.
As stoppage time approached, Messi suddenly turned, shook off a defender, and took a cold shot.
The ball wasn't fast but the angle was tricky.
It slipped through Maldini's legs, flying to the far corner.
Before Dida could reach, the ball brushed the side net.
"Goal! Messi scores again!"
"The aggregate is tied 3-3! Barcelona scored three goals in this game, but Milan has an away goal; to have a chance to advance, we must score again!"
Guardiola used his last substitution on Gudjohnsen.
Though Bojan was on the bench, due to his poor performance last game, Guardiola didn't place key hopes on him.
Three minutes stoppage time.
This was Barcelona's last chance.
At this moment, both AC Milan and Barcelona reached a critical point.
Score or hold the line!
Milan's bench, including Suker, watched the field intently.
With every Barcelona attack, they couldn't help but tiptoe, wishing to send strength to their teammates on the field.
Three minutes was short but felt long.
Barcelona's attacks were fierce.
In the final moments, they still pressed the defense.
BANG!Xavi's last long-range shot attempt.
Dida flew and caught the ball from mid-air.
At that moment, Barcelona players' eyes darkened.
Dida slowly got up and launched a long clearance.
At the same time, the final whistle blew.
ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!—
With AC Milan fans cheering wildly, Dida knelt down and looked up, shouting to the sky.
Other Milan players embraced and celebrated joyfully.
They won!
They won!
They advanced to the Champions League semifinals!
After two intense legs, they defeated Barcelona!
They completed an almost impossible victory!
Barcelona players sat on the ground, some weeping, some shaking their heads bitterly.
Faced with this defeat, they felt frustrated but helpless.
Across both legs, AC Milan dominated tactically.
Guardiola's expression was gloomy.
He bore undeniable responsibility for these two defeats.
But through these matches, he saw the problems in his team.
He vowed to build a stronger team.
This season was over for them; their Champions League attempt ended.
But next season, Guardiola was confident Barcelona would be a nightmare for every team.
They would also seek revenge against AC Milan.