The roar from Bayern's goal was still shaking the stadium —but Barcelona responded like wounded beasts.
They weren't going to fade quietly.
They pushed forward with new fury,a tidal wave of red and blue crashing against Bayern's defensive walls.
Pedri dropped deeper, orchestrating from midfield.Gavi became more aggressive, snapping into every duel.Lewandowski prowled the box like a hungry predator, seeking even the slightest opening.
And Lamine Yamal...
Lamine ignited.
Minute 63.
Barcelona recovered the ball after a Bayern attack faltered near the box.
Without hesitation, they transitioned at blinding speed.
The ball zipped through the midfield —Pedri to Gavi, Gavi to Lamine.
Mateo, tracking back, saw Lamine receive the ball wide.
Their eyes met again across the green expanse.
No words.
No gestures.
Only a shared understanding.
It was time.
Lamine didn't wait.
He exploded forward, dancing between two Bayern players as if they were standing still.
His dribbling was mesmerizing —hypnotic.
A feint with his shoulder.
A stepover so fast it was barely visible.
Then a burst of speed that left his marker flailing behind him.
Mateo sprinted back with everything he had.
He wouldn't let this be easy.
Not tonight.
Lamine reached the edge of the box, slowed slightly, waiting.
Mateo closed the gap, pressing him.
But just as he lunged,Lamine slipped a delicate pass between two defenders —to Lewandowski.
Lewandowski didn't waste the gift.
One quick control.One deadly shot.
GOAL.
2-2.
The Barcelona fans erupted into a sea of blue and red.
Lewandowski pumped his fist in the air, celebrating with his teammates.
But Lamine?
Lamine turned toward Mateo, his eyes gleaming with competitive fire.
He didn't smirk this time.
He didn't taunt.
He simply nodded once, respectfully.
As if to say:
"Your move."
Mateo jogged back into position, heart pounding, lungs burning.
The scoreboard showed 2-2.
Time ticking down.
The match was on a knife's edge.
And so was the battle between them.
On the sidelines, Kompany cupped his hands and shouted:
"Control the tempo!Be smart!Stay aggressive!"
Mateo clenched his fists, feeling the stadium's energy surge through him.
He wasn't tired.
He wasn't scared.
He was alive.