Vanderson threw the ball in, and the match continued.
Antony received the ball, but Alaba firmly blocked him. Antony's attempt to break through was fruitless, so he passed back to the middle.
Bruno Fernandes received the ball and, abandoning complex tactics, passed directly to Gao Nuo in front.
Gao Nuo, at this moment, no longer considered his teammates. Under the pincer attack of Antonio Rüdiger and Tchouaméni, he ignored Rashford, who was calling for the ball on the left.
Relying on multiple simulated matches, Gao Nuo anticipated the opponent's defensive routes.
He continuously flicked and pulled the ball with his left and right feet, combined with a feint, performing a 'Marseille Roulette' to slip between the two players.
Seeing Militão moving to cover, Gao Nuo unleashed a furious shot from the edge of the penalty area.
"Boom!!!"
This shot, filled with anger, exploded with a loud bang, flying fiercely towards the goal.
All the fans held their breath, and the Munich Arena fell silent for a second.
Erik ten Hag raised his hands on the sidelines, and everyone on the Manchester United bench clenched their fists.
Everyone looked towards Real Madrid's goal.
"Roar—!!!"
Real Madrid fans erupted in thunderous cheers as Courtois flew through the air, tipping the ball over the crossbar with one hand.
Courtois, who had fallen to the ground, shook his slightly numb hand, his heart far from calm.
"This kid's power is a bit scary. Anger? Sorry, I want to win too!"
Gao Nuo, for once, was distracted on the field. His previous thunderous shot had put all his strength into it, but it was denied by Courtois. He regretted not passing to Rashford on the left.
"Great shot! That was f*cking powerful! Keep going!"
Rashford, who had just been ignored, ran up to Gao Nuo and, seeing Gao Nuo's head down, clapped him hard on the butt.
Recognized and encouraged by his teammate, Gao Nuo raised his head again, casting aside the thoughts in his mind. There was still a chance.
The fourth official held up the board for injury time: 7 minutes. The match would end in 7 minutes.
In the 95th minute of the match, Real Madrid attacked.
The experienced Alaba controlled the tempo; he didn't want to leave Manchester United any time to attack.
Antony used his last ounce of strength, rushing towards Alaba. Manchester United's players once again pressed high.
Erik ten Hag's heart tightened on the sidelines.
"These lads are still affected. They must stay calm. This is not the time to give the opponent a chance."
Alaba didn't delay further. Seeing Manchester United's formation push up, he sent a long ball to the middle.
Harry Kane chested the ball down, and Süle and Lisandro Martínez rushed out to double-team him.
Vinicius rapidly cut diagonally into the penalty area from the wing, with only Vanderson trying his best to block him.
Harry Kane shielded the ball with his back to the goal. His excellent passing vision made his performance as a central pivot even better.
He backheeled the ball towards the goal, and it rolled unhurriedly into the penalty area.
This was the best pass Harry Kane could make, but the ball speed was still a bit slow. Vinicius had to stop his forward movement, turn back to get the ball, and then turn and shoot.
Vanderson seized the opportunity to catch up and, at the moment Vinicius shot, blocked the ball with his hands behind his back.
"Beep—!"
The Referee signaled a corner kick for Real Madrid.
Harry Kane was the first to raise his arm high, shouting loudly at the Referee.
"Handball! Handball!"
Real Madrid players surrounded the Referee, vigorously protesting.
"In the replay, Vinicius's shot hit Vanderson's shoulder and went out of bounds. No problem."
As Zhan Jun's words fell, the Referee pointed to his earpiece, indicating no VAR alert, then dispersed the Real Madrid players, sticking to his original decision.
"The match has reached the 97th minute. The handball controversy just now delayed it a bit more. After Real Madrid's corner kick, the Referee might appropriately add some more time, and perhaps Manchester United will still have one more attacking chance."
"Oh? Courtois has also come up, standing in the penalty area. Real Madrid is going for one last attack."
Zhan Jun's tone carried obvious tension; this corner kick could very well decide the outcome of the match.
Except for Mazraoui, who remained in the center circle, all players from Real Madrid and Manchester United participated in this corner kick.
Vinicius took a deep breath and kicked the ball towards the center of the goal.
Antonio Rüdiger and Courtois leaped high, and Lisandro Martínez in front of them seemed helpless; he was too short.
Just at this critical moment, a pair of large hands pressed on Lisandro Martínez's shoulders.
Niklas Süle!
Jumping while pressing on his teammate's shoulders, Niklas Süle soared upwards again in the air, like a god descending, heading the ball out of the penalty area.
No time left!
Valverde stood at the landing spot of the ball, poised for a long-range shot.
A red figure rushed forward, and before the ball could land, he headed it forward, then swept past Valverde like the wind.
Gao Nuo!
Gao Nuo, who was defending the corner kick at the near post, had already started sprinting when the ball fell towards the middle. This was Manchester United's last chance.
He headed the ball past Valverde. Affected by his physical exertion, Gao Nuo's body was somewhat out of control, and his subsequent touch was a bit heavy. Holding his breath, Gao Nuo rushed forward with his head down.
Valverde chased desperately from behind.
Mazraoui also used his last bit of strength, sliding towards the ball.
"Blow the whistle!"
Courtois ran desperately towards the goal. He saw the Referee already had the whistle in his mouth out of the corner of his eye, constantly praying for the match to end.
"It's too late!"
Gao Nuo had only this thought in his mind at this moment. Even if he could touch the ball first, even if he could get past the opponent, he would definitely be caught by Valverde behind him.
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"F*ck you, monkey! Go in for me!"
Anger made Gao Nuo's feet explode with power again, increasing his speed even further.
"Boom!!!!!"
From about 60 meters out, Gao Nuo violently chose to shoot directly.
After completing the shot, inertia sent Gao Nuo soaring into the air.
"Freak!"
Mazraoui slid under Gao Nuo, staring blankly at the figure suspended in the air, a shadow already forming in his mind.
The entire stadium was silent, only the thunderous sound of Gao Nuo's shot echoed.
Players from both teams stopped moving.
The fans did not make a sound.
Zhan Jun and Zhang forgot to commentate.
Viewers in the live stream froze in front of their screens.
Erik ten Hag covered his bald head with both hands, his eyes wide.
The Referee also stared intently at the ball, his hand gripping the whistle in his mouth. Whether this goal went in or not, the match would end.
The ball flew towards the goal under everyone's gaze, getting closer and closer: 40 meters, 30 meters, 20 meters.
It landed on the ground for the first time, then bounced forward again.
It was a bit off, the ball flying towards the right side of the goal.
10 meters!
It landed on the ground for the second time!
The ball speed became very slow, but it was still rolling forward!
5 meters!
4 meters!
3 meters!
"Beep—!"
The Referee blew the whistle to end the match!
"Roar!!!"
Manchester United players, fans, and coaching staff all let out the most frantic shouts!
Gao Nuo, who had fallen to the ground, lay on his back, tears streaming from his eyes.
The ball went in!
Slowly and steadily, it rolled into Real Madrid's goal!
A hat-trick!
Gao Nuo killed the match in the final moments!
Manchester United defeated their opponent 3:2!
Gao Nuo won the Champions League Golden Boot!
Manchester United are the champions!
Gao Nuo is the hero!
