One qualified and two winners: Inter and Football. From one week to the next, the pleasure of the game stolen from Catalonia in Lombardy without paying an excess of calculation in the luggage. Goals, tension, favorites and blows of fate. 13 goals in two games and Milan who qualifies at the end of emotion. On May 31 in Munich, PSG or Arsenal already know that they will be able to score goals to a fragile defense but are likely to collect it also in the face of a training in the bewildered mind.
After the beauty of a sumptuous first legsix goals and happiness happiness, we secretly hoped A second acts in the same vein. Luckily, the two teams have therefore opted for the feast of the eyes.
Frattesi delivers inter
In this pot of decibels that has always been a siro filled with tifossia, it was complicated to imagine Barcelona playing unnatural. This Barça, so favorite of purists and whose fate to the Munich final seemed obvious to many, only knows how to play. Except that the Milanese have understood that faced with such a team, Recle is equivalent to accepting the defeat, a press even higher than in the first way. The calculation is simple: Leave Lamine Yamal, the new jewel of world football try its arabesques, block it with others and quickly project itself towards the goal of Szczesny.
It looks like black and blue. It works perfectly. Dimarco recovers the ball at the 30 m, launches Dumfries which serves Lautaro Martinez conclusive of the law in the empty goal (1-0, 21st). Simple, basic, clinical.
The continuation has been written since the invention of football: Barcelona rushes on the attack but Yamal feels obliged to play the solitary saviors. And the Catalans waste their opportunities. This is not to face an Italian training in the caliber of Nerazzurri.
Athletically, the Inter mastering the intensity of the semi-final. Just before rest, Calhanoglu is offered a penalty. Because, the Var signals to the referee, the Polish rascal Marciniak, that a tackle of Cubarsi took the foot of Lautaro Martinez before the ball. Without trembling, Calhanoglu transforms the offering (2-0, 45th). Suddenly, it looks like the Alps have just lowered themselves so that, from Milan, we see in the distance, the Munich stadium where the final will be played.
Except that it is a mirage. The Catalans take advantage of the break to reason. A week ago, they had already been led by two goals before equalizing in 14 minutes. They only need 6. First a resumption of the interior of Eric Garcia’s foot (1-2, 54th) then a head of Dani Olmo (2-2, 60th). And San Siro goes from ecstasy to the scare. Suddenly, the Barcelonai seem larger and faster. To them the favorable counters and the second balloons. Yamal, legs again on fire, forces a superb stop to divert a nice rolled up rolled up (77th).
The conclusion seems obvious. It only remains to find your minute. It’s the 87th. In two stages, Rafinha scores the third goal. It’s over. Finally it’s over in a normal match. Except that in additional time, we switch to the unreal. Acerbi, at 37, had never scored in the Champions League. And it equalizes twenty seconds from the end (3-3, 90th + 2) while Yamal had just touched the post just before.
This match is no longer to look at, it is to be felt as a vibration that crosses a body. Everything is nothing more than madness. And Frattesi refers, from a close shot, to inter in paradise (4-3, 99th). Barcelona pushes but in vain. It was exceptional or cruel depending on his camp. But it was especially beautiful.
