Time is in this calm, oppressive atmosphere, and every second moves forward.

"Toot", "toot", yellow card, yellow card, in just over twenty minutes, Liverpool received two yellow cards again, which is the price they must pay for blocking Barcelona's crazy attack.

Kuitra brought down Iniesta, Mack Qin tackled Messi, the breakthrough of these two is now the source of Barcelona's attack, and at this moment of life and death, there is no mercy.

Barcelona's Butzquec and Pique were also unrelenting, and they were equally ferocious in bringing down Mackin and the breakthrough Steven Gerrard.

The sound of the Camp Nou has covered the whole of Catalonia, here is their absolute pride this year, they have achieved absolute domination in the country, and now they are going to witness the conquest of Europe!

It's just that the script, which was supposed to go smoothly, encountered a touch of bright red, bright red, blood red, stubborn red, sprinkled with glorious red.

That's Liverpool, it rises in the Jedi, it is reborn in the vastness, and it is in the present!

Like an angry mountain, Barcelona tried to climb again and again, tried to climb it, but slipped again and again, and now they were angry, no longer climbing, but destroying.

But the mountain is tough and bloody, and it is also pulling Barcelona, who is about to fly out of the universe, pulling it to the ground, and then smashing it down!

The two teams were already in the eye and the bayonets were red, which was an illusion created by time, because neither wanted to leave the field at this time.

All they had left was twenty minutes.

Even more anxious is Barcelona, because they are still behind, and Guardiola can no longer stand still for even a second on the sidelines, constantly shouting and waving.

He was already slightly sweating on his forehead, he was tired, anxious, and a little nervous, knowing that facing this moment, he felt the reality that he might be eliminated, this word, which was only an incomparably distant possibility before, had never existed in his mind.

Pique has tried to break through countless times, but they have not been able to break through the attacking Alonso, Eto'o has been replaced by Bojan, and they are back to the strikeless formation of the previous game.

However, the three defenders in the Liverpool penalty area did not give him another chance, and Ag's up and down made Liverpool's backline three-dimensional, and now only Messi and half of Iniesta can still create a threat.

Liverpool's defensive attitude was unprecedentedly united, leaving only one Torres to harass two centre-backs near the centre circle.

"We need to hurry up and score the equaliser, the time is getting less and less, and in another ten minutes I am afraid that the mentality of the players will be unbalanced", the Catalan commentator has long since lost the optimism he had at the beginning of the game, and the expression of anxiety and worry spread all over their faces.

Just like the 100,000 people at Camp Nou, if recorded by a camera, their expressions have changed from the start of the game to the present, and they can even interpret people's lives, joys and sorrows, excitement to madness, and worry to death.

This entanglement and waiting tearing is extremely worrying, worried, afraid, and, anticipation.

"Mark, Mark, Butskec was almost unable to turn around in the second half, so he could only retreat", Peterson said excitedly, "He ended Butskec's response and dispatch in the first half, and let the Barcelona attack in the second half fall into the quagmire again"

McNamaman looked serious, "Messi suppressed Gerrard in the second half, Mark suppressed Buzquets, the tactical confrontation between the two teams is everywhere, this is really a tense game, neither team can make mistakes"

"Whew", Messi gasped heavily, because he had just broken through Enrique and Gerrard again and distributed it to Alves, only to be shoveled out of the bottom line by the defender Agg.

Messi felt more difficult and confused than ever, how many times I needed to break through, how many goals to score to beat Liverpool who were so resilient.

"Look at people", "Keep an eye on Messi who responds", the shouts of the white players pulled Messi back to the game, and they continued to attack.

But maybe from the first minute they met, they fell into a big hole, and after that all the effort was to climb up, and the climb was so hard.

Xavi quickly ran over to take a corner, and perhaps only then could he get rid of Mascherano and get rid of all the confusion he had since two games.

The media criticism of him after the last game was still in his ears and he wanted to change, but the system was there, and he had to be in that position to play that role.

He took another tactical corner and pushed the ball to Messi, the only superstar they can rely on now, and now it is only individual ability that breaks the balance.

It was only at this time that he realized that we could be prevented, and it seemed that it was far less difficult.

"Messi, Messi, he broke through horizontally with the ball and shot ......", the penalty area was full of people, Messi did not choose a hopeless cross, but dribbled horizontally along the line of the penalty area, and then suddenly got up and spun straight to the back corner of the goal.

"Above the crossbar", Peterson exclaimed excitedly, "Gerrard's pressing once again made Messi's shot useless, and Liverpool are on their way to victory"

"Good ball, just defend like this", the Liverpool players shouted one after another, and as they succeeded in defending again and again, they became more and more confident.

Messi shook his head and retreated, "Press, press, don't retreat", Guardiola waved his hand anxiously, let Pique press, let the two defenders also press up, the fear of conceding the ball again has been completely invaded by anxiety, they have no choice.

"Hold on, Liverpool, hold on for another twenty minutes, the victory will be ours", Peterson seemed to be standing on the sidelines, shouting excitedly at the camera, countless hands in the city of Liverpool joined hands with his shout, Issa, Amin, Peter and countless KOPs.

They're waiting for a miracle, they're witnessing a miracle, it's been a tough season, they never dreamed they'd be in the European finals!

A lot of people were unhappy with the scoreline and the situation, the Catalans, Laporta, and Platini, who had been frowning in the second half.

A lot of people were expecting some subtle changes in the game, unspeakable, but none of them had a chance, because it was something that no one expected, the outcome.

Everyone watched as the black-haired boy on the field was still running, because nothing calmed his mind more than running.

The final, the Champions League final, this is the first time he's been away from it so far, how can he not be excited, how can he not be indifferent, right now, right where he can get there.

The highest honor of European clubs, the top hall of players, not only him, but all Liverpool players unconsciously began to look forward to it.

So they ran harder, on the lawn of the Camp Nou, where they wanted to reach the finish line, in the largest stadium in Europe, in the presence of 100,000 enemies.

"Alves crosses, good ball, Reina confiscates the ball steadily", now every attack and defense can provoke countless commentators to shout or sigh.

Barcelona, again, in vain.

Reina threw the ball to Carragher with a low hand, did not choose a big foot, Liverpool immediately switched from defense to attack, no one, don't want to stop, everyone, everyone is desperate to squeeze the last bit of strength out of the opponent's body, and then, kick him into the dust!

Iniesta and Bojan ran as fast as they could, expecting to steal the ball right away, and the red and blue pressed as if they had been commanded.

Alonso immediately ran over and received a pass from Carragher, who was about to be trapped, but Pique followed him closely behind, and now Pique was almost in front.

"Barcelona's full-court pressing, resist, Liverpool, resist me", the anxious Zhan Jun even came out with movie lines, at this moment, everyone reached the ultimate state of selflessness, their eyes firmly followed the ball, followed the players who took the ball.

At that moment, countless people were expecting, and although they didn't know what to expect, they knew that the race had not yet reached the end where it should be.

Alonso didn't stop the ball, he safely pushed the ball back to Skrtel, and then it was Agg, who pushed straight to open the way to the throne.

At this moment, Barcelona finally no longer cares about what formation, what position, and is all chasing the ball with all their might.

It must be Mack Qin who received the ball, and Buzketz followed him firmly behind him, and the excitement factor began to jump, which was the joy of finally seeing the light of day.

He knew that this was the Camp Nou, and most people believed that Barcelona would make a big comeback, from the fans to Platini, but so what.

"Mark, Mark, he got the ball", maybe every kick will become a part of this new history, and Peterson is a faithful witness to it.

I saw Mack Qin gently knocking on the ball with his left foot, as if he wanted to dribble the ball in front of his left side to cooperate with Gerrard, which is Liverpool's usual routine for counterattacks.

Alves was on the lookout, Pique was back in the midfield position, and Yaya Toure was on the lookout for Torres.

There was no stiffness, the legs were very relaxed, and the left foot seemed to be slowly and quickly stopped in front of the ball, and it was directly and quickly knocked the ball from behind to the right side.

The sky, suddenly cleared, accompanied by the sliding shovel of Butskec.

"Cruyff turns, Cruyff turns, omnipotent Mark, no one can snatch the ball from his feet, no one, he passes Butskec, he carries the ball forward, forward ......", Peterson was already roaring, McManaman forgot to speak, Zhan Jun clenched his fists.

There are too many fans in red who applaud loudly, but this is only the beginning of all the performances.

"Stop him, stop him", Mackin could even hear Guardiola's hoarseness, because he was not far from the sidelines, Gerrard was like an arrow off the string, even if he ran all over the field, he could still sprint.

Torres made a reverse feint and then immediately retreated, as he saw that Makqin was in front of him Pique, who was on the up, and he needed himself.

Trust and tacit understanding are sometimes more important than tactics!

The right foot slashed across the rolling ball, the movement was very large, Pique's center of gravity was unnaturally tilted to the left, and then the left foot quickly bounced on the ball, straight to the retreating Torres.

"Perfect bike shaking, two-on-one coordination, Mark is the artist on the field, he is more Barcelona than the so-called Barcelona, he is more Zidane than Zidane, he is on the ...... Ahem"

It's just that no one cares about the abrupt interruption of the words, no one pays attention to them, because they're watching a great, show.

What is Midfielder? Alonso told him that it was the checks and balances, Zidane told him that it was art, that everyone, every media was praising him, and maybe he was the next so-and-so.

But what is a midfielder, at this moment he is blessed to the soul, I am the midfielder!

"Mark crossed the halfway line, Gerrard and Torres were running back, the staggering Pique couldn't catch up with him, Liverpool's counterattack, counterattack!" McManaman replaces Peterson, who can no longer shout.

"Mack's pass is wonderful, Liverpool have a great chance, he just needs it, Mark catches the ball, he ......"

"Stop him for me, stop him", Guardiola is very reluctant to see this picture, at this time Makqin is even more terrible than Messi with the ball, his passing, unpredictable.

Too many people know that "...... boo", the whole audience boos sounded restlessly, is it fear? Or do you want to blow the ball away? , "I'm on", Abidal gritted his teeth, shouted, and turned back to sprint.

Valdés swooped out, ready to intercept the lethal pass at any moment, potentially forming a one-on-one through-pass.

"Woo", this free wind, please take me flying, this is the inner monologue from the ball.

"Oh my......", "God......", "my, God", "Oh my god......", all of them were holding their heads in their hands, in disbelief, and the audience was full of heart.

They didn't see anything they were expecting, only the black-haired boy kicked at the bottom of the ball, and then their eyes unconsciously followed the ball.

The distance of the half came to an instant in an instant, Guardiola suddenly stopped, Valdés was dead, he braked the body that was originally rushing forward, and then quickly reversed.

With his eyes wide open, he stared at the rapidly falling ball, and with all his strength, he jumped, jumped, and again, my God, I couldn't reach it.

"Woo", that's the sword that cuts through the thick clouds, that's the slash that splits the air!

Laporta slammed to his feet, Platini slammed to his feet, and all the players and coaches on the Liverpool bench slammed to their feet and ran to the sidelines.

It's like looking at a beautiful, rainbow after the rain, after the rain, it's a sunny day, the sun is in the sky, and then there's King's Landing, Camp Nou!

"King's Landing, Camp Nou!" McManaman's voice broke through the sky.

"King's Landing, Camp Nou!" , countless red fans chanted, hands to the sky!

This great Camp Nou, which bears witness, will be even greater.

Pique sat down in a daze, Messi crossed his waist and was confused, and Guardiola, who turned his head, did not want to see him again.

"Goaaa............a

The game is dead, the stands are silent, and only the king remains......