All the fans who followed the match were excited, and after Milan's goal, the game was bound to enter a real white-hot phase, with both teams going to have to fight hard.

'Cheer up, the goal just conceded was just an accident, they don't have the ability to break down our goal! Pull yourself together! Henry clapped his hands vigorously and shouted to his teammates that as the captain of the team, he had to stabilize the mood of the whole team.

The players have come out of the frustration of conceding the goal, and although they have regained their composure, the premonition of the most terrible situation in their hearts has quietly appeared.

The game soon restarted and it was clear that Arsenal would not be attacking aggressively at this time, and the ball was cut off by Milan after a couple of passes in midfield.

Milan's counterattack began again.

The stormy attack was pouring in, and Rao was the bus that Arsenal had set up in front of and on the front of the goal, but it was still feeling extremely difficult.

The Milan players screamed and rushed forward as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they couldn't stop it at all.

Even a skinny player like Andrea Pirlo, who is very poor in physical confrontation, dares to keep clash with a strong midfielder like Gilberto Silva, and it is conceivable that Milan has now really come back to life.

The horn of the charge kept sounding and the excitement continued, but at this time, the hearts of the Arsenal players were constantly sinking.

How long can they hold out in the face of such a horrific attack?

Five minutes? Ten minutes? Or will you make it to the end of the game?

They won't really be beaten by Milan, will they?

This season in the Champions League has gone smoothly and there have not even been any crisis moments, so that the hearts of Arsenal's players have not been tempered, and at this moment, they are clearly not as resilient as Milan.

Isn't it interesting that countless fans can't help but look forward to the appearance of Istanbul night, Milan complete the big comeback, advance to the final and make a name for themselves at the same time!

On the field, Quaresma's expression became grim, his fists clenched, his heart beating violently in his chest, and everything made him look very uneasy.

In Milan's wolf-like offensive, Quaresma stood still, as if isolated from the world, so out of place.

The smoke of gunfire was thick and the sound of artillery was deafening, but Quaresma seemed to hear nothing, completely immersed in his own world.

Milan to complete an epic comeback?

If it's just a title like this, Quaresma won't care!

But now that Milan wants to reverse Arsenal, it is its own team, so how can Quaresma be indifferent!

Have you ever asked me?

Am I okay with that?

After being reborn, every memorable picture flashed in front of me one by one, and the scenes were moving.

Along the way, he has put in more effort, more hard work and more sweat than others.

He has his own goals!

He's on his way to achieving his goal!

There will be all kinds of difficult tests along the way, and passing each test will bring him one step closer to his goal.

How could he possibly let himself fall here before touching Barcelona?

If that really loses, then Quaresma feels like a joke, a joke that even looks down on himself!

What's more, how can you be willing to let Milan win?

The first leg was done against Milan, and his detachment at that time made him not even take Milan seriously.

And if Barcelona completes the reversal in the second leg, the resounding slap in his face will make him feel painful?

Even, there is no need to think about these haves and don'ts, on the pitch, is there anything more important than the pursuit of victory?

So with me, Milan, you can't win!

His eyes had become sharp unconsciously, every cell in his body seemed to tremble with excitement, and Quaresma was like an engine that had reached its peak, ready to roar away.

The situation on the pitch was completely unfavorable for Arsenal, and it was so tense that it could tip over at any moment in the storm.

Suddenly, Quaresma roared and lunged at Pirlo, as if he was about to eat him alive.

Pirlo was not afraid of Quaresma's rush, but he was startled by his roar and hurriedly passed the ball to his teammates, but before he could dodge, he was knocked to the ground by Quaresma.

The referee did not stop the game because of the offensive advantage, and only gave Quaresma a warning look, but Pirlo hummed on the ground for a long time and did not get up.

After a few passes, the ball was back at Pirlo's feet, and at this point, Quaresma was right behind Pirlo and once again stretched out his guilty hand.

Pirlo was pushed out and fell with a confused look on his face, and the referee had already rushed over and pulled out a yellow card to show Quaresma.

Facing the referee, Quaresma seemed calm, because he knew that the red card would come sooner or later, and he seemed to be unable to control the instinctive impulse in his body.

If the Arsenal players would not let go of such an opportunity, they gathered around to protest the appeal.

In fact, yellow cards are not yellow cards, they don't care, they just want to delay the game as much as possible and interrupt Milan's crazy attacking rhythm.

There was a slight confusion, but the referee quickly took control of the situation and the game was able to restart.

"Calm down, don't get yourself out!" Henry put his arm around Quaresma's shoulders and whispered in his ear.

Quaresma's impulse just now made Henry look at him, and he was very worried.

Quaresma nodded, but his gaze never left the Milan goal, in fact, the Milan goal was out of reach of him at the moment, but his eyes were still persistent and sharp.

Milan's suffocating attack continued, and Quaresma, although not on a rampage like he had just done, was still tirelessly defending.

He's waiting for an opportunity, a chance to switch from defense to offense!

Finally, he waited.

Flamini made a desperate flying tackle to get the ball off Seedorf's feet, and although Seedorf fell to the ground and rolled a few laps on the ground, the referee was not fooled by his performance, and the game was not interrupted.

Quaresma's eyes lit up, and every cell in her body became excited.

"Give me the ball!" Raising his hand not far away, he yelled at Flamini.

Flamini was so excited that he passed the ball to Quaresma and almost fell to the ground in such a hurry that he almost fell to the ground.

Quaresma was positioned between Milan's midfield and the back line, and he turned around to meet the incoming ball without delay.

The air was so tense that it seemed to have frozen at that moment, and a terrifying thought popped up in everyone's minds - Quaresma's counterattack was coming?