The restart was immediate.
No time for long celebrations.No time for rest.
Barcelona poured forward with everything they had left.
Lewandowski barked orders.Pedri demanded the ball constantly.Gavi pressed forward like a relentless storm.And Lamine Yamal —eyes burning with pride and fury —led the charge down the right wing.
Bayern tightened their formation.
Every player compact.Every gap closed.
It wasn't about attacking anymore.
It was about surviving.
Minute 89.
Barcelona attacked in waves.
A long cross from Pedri into the box.
Lewandowski rose above everyone —powerful, majestic —but his header flew just over the bar.
The stadium gasped in fear.
So close.
Minute 90.
The fourth official lifted the board:
+4 minutes of extra time.
The groan from the Bayern fans was audible.
Four minutes of hell.
Barcelona surged again.
Gavi dribbled past two players at the edge of the box.
He fired a shot —but Kim Min-jae threw himself in the way, blocking it with his thigh.
The ball ricocheted wildly.
Chaos.
Bodies scrambling.
Mateo, positioned near the edge of the box for counters, tracked back desperately.
He couldn't just watch.
He had to help.
Minute 91.
Barcelona earned a corner.
The stadium trembled as Pedri jogged over to take it.
He raised his hand, signaling the play.
The delivery was vicious —curling toward the near post.
Lewandowski leapt.
Kane leapt.
A clash in the air.
The ball deflected wildly—dropping at Lamine Yamal's feet just outside the box.
A heartbeat of silence.
Lamine struck.
Low, powerful, precise.
The shot screamed toward the bottom corner.
Ulreich dove —
and somehow, miraculously, parried it wide.
The crowd exploded again.
Fans jumped to their feet.
Some screamed.
Some prayed.
Minute 92.
Another corner.
Another wave.
Barcelona threw even their defenders forward now.
It was all or nothing.
The ball swung in dangerously again.
This time, a Barcelona center-back rose highest.
His header thundered down toward goal —but crashed off the crossbar!
The rebound fell loose in the six-yard box.
Chaos.
Mateo, without thinking, sprinted back into the mess.
He reached the ball just ahead of Lewandowski —and hoofed it clear with everything he had.
The ball soared up the field,clearing the danger — at least for a moment.
Minute 93.
Only seconds remained.
Barcelona pushed one last time.
Pedri lofted a desperate ball into the box.
Lewandowski lunged.
But Ulreich, hero of the night, came flying off his line —catching the ball firmly in his gloves.
Relief.
Pure, absolute relief.
Ulreich cradled the ball, held it tight, waited.
The referee checked his watch.
And finally—
WHISTLE.
Full time.
Bayern Munich 3 - 2 Barcelona.
Victory.
Glory.
A night to remember.
Mateo dropped to his knees, exhausted beyond words.
He stared up at the bright lights of the Allianz Arena,breathing hard, feeling tears prick the corners of his eyes.
Tears of exhaustion.Tears of pride.
Tears of victory.
His teammates rushed toward him, shouting, laughing, embracing.
Ulreich lifted him off the ground in a bear hug.
Kimmich patted his head roughly.
Kane clapped him on the back.
Musiala grinned wide and shouted,"You're a beast, Mateo! A beast!"
Across the field,Lamine Yamal stood watching.
Their eyes met.
Lamine smiled faintly and raised a hand in acknowledgment.
Mateo smiled back.
Respect earned.
Respect given.
A rivalry born.
And in the stands,his family cheered wildly.
And Klara?
Klara had tears running down her cheeks,her hands clasped over her heart.
She had never been more proud.
Mateo González Schwarz —at 17 years old —had stepped onto the world stage…
And he hadn't just survived.
He had conquered.