Gao Nuo's long-range shot made Courtois break out in a cold sweat.
The pace of the game slowed down, and in the last 10 minutes, no one dared to make a mistake!
"From the situation on the field, although Real Madrid conceded two goals in a row, they still had the advantage in attack."
"Hey, but Manchester United's counterattacks are still very threatening. Gao Nuo's recent shot was just a bit unlucky!"
"Yes, we see that neither side has made any more substitutions, so it seems that both coaches are quite satisfied with the situation on the field."
"Hey, that's right. The tactics of both sides were well executed today. Now it's about who can seize the opportunity. If the game goes into extra time, then physical fitness will definitely become an issue, and at that point, it will be a test of squad depth."
"Let's get back to the game. 10 minutes is enough for both teams to change the outcome of the match!"
Zhan Jun and Zhang's analysis was not without reason; in terms of substitute strength, Real Madrid indeed had the advantage.
Apparently, the Manchester United players also thought the same, but their desire to attack was suppressed by the coach's instructions.
According to Erik ten Hag's tactics, the team should first secure a draw and then look for opportunities.
But Gao Nuo and Bruno Fernandes exchanged glances, preparing to make something happen.
In the 84th minute, Nübel took a goal kick, passing it to Lisandro Martínez in the middle.
Real Madrid did not press high anymore, and Manchester United began to pass the ball around in their own half.
Erik ten Hag on the sidelines pinched his chin, nervously looking at the time, his eyes scanning back and forth across the bench, already considering substitutes for extra time.
The Munich Arena was no longer as noisy; both sets of fans were holding onto their passion, anticipating new goals on the field.
"Pass it over, attack!"
In the slow rhythm, Bruno Fernandes's shout seemed a bit sudden.
Luke Shaw was a bit tired; fullbacks expend more energy, and Manchester United's left-back position didn't have many options. If they continued to play like this, it would be difficult to last through extra time.
Luke Shaw already wanted to go all out, and hearing his captain's shout, he took a deep breath and, while passing the ball, charged towards the front.
Bruno Fernandes received the ball, waved to Gao Nuo, and then passed and ran with Rice, continuing to push the ball forward.
Antony on the right did not push forward; he needed to leave a passing option for his teammates to switch to the wing.
Gao Nuo dropped back, and Antonio Rüdiger hesitated for a moment, wanting to follow him but also wanting to hold his defensive position.
Bruno Fernandes seized the opportunity and passed the ball over.
Tchouaméni abandoned his opponent in front of him and turned to chase the ball.
After receiving the ball, Gao Nuo did not hesitate, ignoring Tchouaméni, he directly turned and pushed the ball to the left, looking up at the goal and feigning a shot.
Luke Shaw on the left attracted the fullback's defense, and Militão needed to guard against Rashford.
Antonio Rüdiger no longer hesitated and rushed towards Gao Nuo.
"Now!"
Gao Nuo passed the ball with his left foot to the right side, and Bruno Fernandes appeared in front of the ball.
Antonio Rüdiger's forward momentum suddenly stopped, and he turned to rush back into the penalty area.
Bruno Fernandes received the diagonal pass, controlled the ball forward, and smoothly broke into the penalty area.
Antonio Rüdiger was out of position, and Courtois, judging the situation, came out of his goal.
Bruno Fernandes's first touch was a bit heavy, and Courtois seized on this. Both men frantically rushed towards the ball, engaging in a fierce struggle in the Real Madrid penalty area.
"Oh--!"
Manchester United fans let out disappointed cries. Courtois's foot touched the ball first, and Antonio Rüdiger arrived shortly after, kicking the deflected ball out of bounds.
Bruno Fernandes bent over in the penalty area, hands on his knees, breathing heavily, his frustration clearly visible on his face.
Missing such an opportunity left everyone at Manchester United full of regret.
Gao Nuo stood with his hands on his hips, also breathing heavily, his eyes scanning the stands, where a banner caught his attention.
"Asian Monkey!"
The handwriting was crooked and looked like it had been written on the fly.
Gao Nuo immediately stopped his movements, staring directly at the fan holding up the banner.
The fan wearing a Real Madrid jersey looked at Gao Nuo, loudly shouting "monkey," while the fans next to him smirked and joined in the taunting.
Below the stands, Vanderson, who was about to throw in the ball on the sidelines, stopped his action and turned to shout at the stands.
"Shut your mouths, this is f***ing football!"
The Referee noticed the commotion on the sidelines, ran over, and warned Vanderson.
"Watch your actions, hurry up and continue the game!"
"What about me? Look at that banner, what is that?"
Vanderson stood his ground, arguing with the Referee.
Gao Nuo ran towards the sidelines, his face filled with anger.
Bruno Fernandes and Antony rushed to the sidelines, pulling Gao Nuo from either side, while also waving disapprovingly at the stands.
They were afraid that this hot-blooded young man would be blinded by anger. The game was not over, and if Gao Nuo did anything out of line, Manchester United could not withstand such a blow.
"Let me speak, I want to speak to him!"
Gao Nuo struggled and continued to walk towards the sidelines, his agitated state making people even more worried. Bruno Fernandes and Antony used greater force to hold him back.
While Gao Nuo was still being restrained, Vinicius rushed to the sidelines, making a 'shut up' gesture with his hand while shouting at the stands.
"Take that thing down, shut your mouths! This is football, this is the Final!"
The Referee had already understood what was happening and also pointed to the stands, making a shushing gesture.
The bullet comments in the live stream were all classic Chinese comments. Zhan Jun and Zhang said somewhat helplessly.
"There's been a problem on the field. This is a banner with racial discrimination, and Gao Nuo is very angry."
"Hey, there were incidents of racial discrimination before the match, but I really didn't expect such a problem to appear in the Champions League Final."
"This should have been written in the stands; such banners are impossible to bring into the stadium. No matter what, such an act is completely inappropriate!"
"Hey, Vinicius has also experienced similar things. We can see him making a 'shut up' gesture to his own fans. Indeed, such behavior, no matter whose supporters it comes from, should be resisted."
"Alright, the two Manchester United players couldn't hold Gao Nuo. Gao Nuo finally walked to the sidelines, he shouted something loudly at the stands, and then ran back onto the field. The Referee maintained order, and the game continued."
"Hey, that must have delayed it by 3 or 4 minutes. I hope the players on the field haven't been affected."
"That's right, no matter what the purpose of these few fans, racial discrimination should not appear on the field. Personally, I hope Gao Nuo can retaliate with his performance on the field."
Gao Nuo returned to the edge of the penalty area. The anger brought him new strength, and his sense of fatigue disappeared. At this moment, he only wanted to end the game quickly.
