Thiago Silva made a header and sent the ball out of the penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen spotted the landing point and dashed forward, as did Iniesta with quick speed.

The two of them approached the ball almost simultaneously, one from the left and one from the right.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly powered his left foot, lifted his body into the air, and directly jumped to tip it with his chest.

Iniesta could only stand behind him, staring helplessly.

He didn’t want to foul, because a foul from behind would definitely earn him a card.

The ball fell behind Kaka.

Kaka passed it back to Huang Kaiwen at the first opportunity.

Without any hesitation, Huang Kaiwen used his right foot to deliver an exaggerated curve.

Torres sprinted towards the Barça penalty area like a runaway horse.

The ball circled over Puyol’s head and directly landed behind Mascherano.

The Camp Nou once again erupted in a loud jeer.

Mascherano clenched his fist, as only he and Puyol were left in the defense.

Without a second thought, he went in for a sliding tackle from behind.

However, he misjudged Torres’ speed.

Torres nudged with his left foot, not only evading the sliding tackle from behind but also successfully avoiding the oncoming Valdes.

At this moment, only Puyol was still in the forward-side position of Torres.

Both teams’ players stared intently at the field, not daring to make a sound.

Whether there will be a goal will be revealed in the next few seconds.

Torres got the ball again outside the arc, took a few steps, and finally shot.

Puyol, already back in the penalty area, immediately threw his body to the left, blocking Torres’ shot with his chest.

Next, he got up and dashed to the sideline alongside Torres, successfully sliding the ball out of bounds.

The Camp Nou finally erupted into applause.

"Wow, that open goal chance was destroyed by Puyol."

"Yes, but Torres really shouldn’t have shot so directly; his psychological endurance is still not strong enough. Under pressure, he kicked to his favored right foot position, giving Puyol the chance."

"Right, most people feel pressure facing Puyol."

"AC Milan missed the best chance to take the lead."

Huang Kaiwen jogged to the front field.

He didn’t expect Torres would waste that one-on-one opportunity.

The key point is Torres usually has championship luck.

Of course.

Even as a competitor.

Puyol’s save was also quite brilliant.

These top defenders have many experiences of blocking the ball from empty goals at critical moments.

Huang Kaiwen remembered Puyol also used his head to block Carlos’ shot, a courage concerning this aspect worth admiring.

"Everyone, for god’s sake, stay alert, Ramos, that bastard might suddenly throw into the penalty area!"

Puyol shouted hoarsely.

The pain in his chest made his voice even raspier.

Ramos standing on the sideline felt somewhat awkward, being seen through.

However, his face didn’t show any hint of this.

Since things had turned out this way, he simply aimed the ball openly at Huang Kaiwen, sparking a huge reaction from the Barça players.

But Ramos’ running approach seemed like a strong hand throw, and he gave it to Lars Bender in front.

Big Bender hastily took the ball to the bottom line.

However, he immediately realized his mistake.

Puyol, who plays wing-back, is not an easy opponent.

While running, he twice attempted to shoot only to find Puyol was just in time to block him, forcing Lars Bender to give it further forward, with the ball flying over the baseline in the big penalty area.

Missing consecutive chances made Guardiola swing his arm vigorously on the sidelines.

A single goal being needed now neither up nor down, keeping his hopeful heart unable to settle.

"Ibrahimovic, warm-up!"

Guardiola turned to speak.

Kroos’ eyes sparkled while sitting next to Ibrahimovic.

Guardiola only ever beckons with a finger when calling him, indicating the unique position Toni Kroos holds in the coach’s eyes.

Ibrahimovic’s warm-up made Torres anxious. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

He consistently squandered many opportunities.

By the 75th minute.

Guardiola finally replaced Torres with Ibrahimovic.

Torres sat back on the bench, somewhat depressed.

The more he tried to score today, the less smooth his shooting was.

Now off-field, he could only hope for his teammates’ performance, a feeling of not controlling his own destiny that he especially disliked.

"Don’t be so pessimistic, kid."

Inzaghi didn’t mind Torres’ sweaty state, slung his arm around his neck, and said, "With Kevin here, we can’t possibly lose."

"Really? But I feel like I didn’t perform well."

Torres said with a wry smile.

"It doesn’t matter; you’re not Kevin. Have you seen that little guy from Barça there? He’s a super talent, yet he can’t always perform excellently every game."

Inzaghi pointed at Messi and said: "You must learn to accept your own mediocrity. This was something Kevin told me."

"Thanks, I feel much better now."

Torres said, smiling.

"Really? Then are you interested in serving as sheriff of the Holy Roman Empire?"

...

"Luis Enrique substitutes Seydou Keita for Xavi, planning to strengthen the defense."

"Yes, although the score is 3:3, Barça has one more away goal. If the score stays like this until the end, Barça will advance through the away goals rule."

[Courtois]

"Damn, Enrique is truly shameless; those newspapers boasting Barça as the most amazing attacking team—what nonsense!"

"Though I don’t want to say it, you’re actually right."

"That’s hilarious; usually playing other teams, being all high and mighty, but facing Huang Kaiwen, he still parks the bus."

"Mourinho was too aggrieved, looking at it this way Barça isn’t any better."