The Camp Nou, a moment ago a deafening roar of triumph, was now a sea of pure, unadulterated joy.
The scoreboard showed 2-1 to Barcelona, and the aggregate was 6-5.
The referee's whistle blew, and the game restarted. Barcelona, fueled by Lewandowski's goal, was playing with a new kind of confidence.
They were moving with a fluid, determined rhythm, their symbols a constant, humming presence in my mind. The Inter players, their faces a mask of exhaustion and despair, were scrambling to keep up.
In the 65th minute, a moment of pure chaos.
A Barcelona midfielder, Andreas Christensen, a quiet, unassuming player with a Potential: 89 and Current: 86, was making a run down the wing.
Our defender, a young, fiery defender with a Potential: 88 and Current: 84, came in with a fierce, two-footed tackle.
