"It wasn't a thrilling goal-scoring feast."

"It was a one-sided massacre!"

"Tens of thousands of Real Madrid fans have turned Leverkusen into Madrid, into the Bernabéu."

"Congratulations to Real Madrid, congratulations to Zidane! After two years, the White Army has once again entered the Champions League final! Waiting for them are the flowers and salutes of the San Siro!"

Duan Xuan nudged He Wei with his elbow.

But he found his partner silent.

In the director's lens.

Some people were celebrating wildly.

Some people were lonely.

Countless complex emotions intertwined.

Only the tears of regret were missing.

What they experienced was a massacre, not a close match, not a back-and-forth battle, not the suspense left to the last moment.

But a dimension-reducing strike that had been thoroughly studied.

A one-sided massacre.

Leno hugged the football he had saved in the final moments.

He grabbed the red-eyed captain Bender and cursed, "What the hell are you crying about? Feeling regretful? Wake up! Without Li, we would have been eliminated in the group stage!"

"Your stamina is all spent on those women, isn't it? Which game did you not go out to play with women after?"

"I'm an idiot too! I was made a fool by their shooting, I'm useless."

"What are you crying about? Didn't you order your sports cars and mansions long ago? Dating female celebrities? Thinking about transferring to a big club? Are you worthy?"

"The Champions League semi-finals may be the highest point of your nouveau riche lives!"

No one responded.

Van Dijk's mentality was better.

He originally thought he wouldn't be able to get past Chelsea, after being completely crushed by Hazard and Diego Costa countless times during his time at Southampton.

He put a hand on Leno's shoulder.

Signaling him to stop talking.

"You're an idiot too, only knowing how to retreat, you're going to retreat into the goal line!"

...

Kießling collapsed on the grass.

Gasping for breath.

His aging body could no longer support ninety minutes of high-intensity match.

He wanted to comfort Li Kang, but didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Was he going to retire early?

Bellarabi and Çalhanoğlu exchanged glances.

"Hakan, are you still leaving next season?"

"Let's talk after the European Cup."

"Oh! Then never mind, you and Li are in the same group as Modrić."

Son Heung-min buried his head deeply in his knees.

He could accept failure, but he couldn't accept being a burden.

...

The BayArena was a celebration for Real Madrid fans.

Leverkusen fans were a complex group.

When the team's momentum was gone, most people had already left early, cursing and complaining.

Some radical fan groups were throwing lighters and drink bottles at the Leverkusen bench.

The shouts of abuse were endless.

Even the most die-hard fans could not accept the shocking numbers on the scoreboard.

Brandt and Havertz rushed onto the pitch from the bench.

Their expressions worried.

"Li, losing isn't a big deal... In a few years, I'll take revenge for you!"

"That's right... Our overall strength is what it is, let's go back to the dormitory and get a good night's sleep!"

Li Kang shook his head.

The three phantom beasts painfully knelt on the ground, gradually blurring.

The King of North Rhine had actually been blown away by Real Madrid's midfield trio.

There was no chance to struggle or breathe.

The scenes of saving the world during the matches against Arsenal and Chelsea could not be repeated.

...

Not far away.

Kroos hesitated for a long time, but ultimately didn't move.

"Luka, you should talk to him, this game..."

Modrić shook his head: "This game is the best answer... At the club level, the era of a single core is over. If he can't recognize the position he's playing, and always thinks of himself as a forward or defender..."

He didn't continue.

Suddenly, Zidane's figure appeared in their sight.

The Real Madrid coach didn't celebrate with his own players.

Instead, he walked up to Li Kang, put his arm around the Leverkusen youngster's shoulders, covered his mouth and whispered a few words.

Brandt and Havertz, who were close by, didn't know what he said.

They only saw Li Kang shake his head.

Zidane couldn't hide the regret on his face.

....

Coach Toppmöller straightened his tie, and with his messy white hair, walked into the pitch with his head held high.

"You've already done very... excellently, my ass!"

"Face reality, we were originally a team that couldn't even get out of the group stage... no, a team that would be eliminated in the Champions League qualifying round!"

"The previous promotion bonuses and broadcasting revenue, you won't earn back in several seasons!"

"Don't act like a woman! Stand up and thank that small group of loyal fans in the North Stand!"

...

Ctv5 broadcast room.

All the drafts that He Wei had prepared in his heart were overturned.

He suddenly couldn't describe Leverkusen's Champions League journey in words in a short period of time.

A difficult and arduous journey?

A dream-like bubble?

More and more comments covered the big screen.

-[Li Mingdeng's curse is broken.]

-[Couldn't even touch the ball, the midfield collapsed, directly penetrated, nothing left.]

-[It's not bad that they scored two consolation goals in the first leg. If they were drawn against Juventus and Atletico Madrid, they would be shut out and massacred in both legs, right?]

-[Thinking about it now, Leverkusen is really weak. Arsenal and Chelsea were just one breath away.]

-[Bayern massacred Barcelona, Real Madrid slaughtered Bayern, what are you Leverkusen doing getting involved?]

....

Amsterdam.

The Dutch legends looked bitter.

They were afraid that the score would affect the mood of the old Cruyff.

But Cruyff laughed and said: "I've also experienced several massacres... The worst one was three goals more than Li conceded."

After saying that, he patted Rijkaard's shoulder heavily: "What about you?"

Rijkaard frowned, trying hard to recall, but couldn't remember many scenes of losing by a large margin.

Whether in the national team or the club, he had Gullit and Van Basten by his side.

It was always the "Dutch Trio" who massacred others.

For example, the victors on the TV screen - the Galácticos, who easily slaughtered with a score of 5:0 back then.

....

Madrid.

Milla was indignant: "The Leverkusen coaching staff are a bunch of idiots! Can't they choose to defend to the death?"

Del Bosque stroked his mustache and joked: "This score is normal. They were already two goals behind in the first leg, and they could only fight to the death in the second leg. Under this premise, Leverkusen's defense is like experiencing a major avalanche."

"If it weren't for Leno's excellent form... they would have lost far more than five goals."

"Forget it, there aren't that many heroics. Zidane and Maradona have also experienced massacres."

"Next, it's time to prepare well for the European Cup."

.....

BayArena.

Post-match press conference.

Neither coach talked about the specific details of the game.

Regarding the score.

Zidane's response was simple: "We found the easiest way to beat this Leverkusen from the games against Hoffenheim, Mönchengladbach, Schalke 04, and the first leg at the Bernabéu."

Coach Toppmöller was silent for a long time, and unconsciously bent his back: "Leverkusen's Champions League journey is not as beautiful as it looks on the outside. Li's wonderful performances in past games have covered up many problems of the team, a difficult draw against Arsenal, a hard-fought battle against Chelsea..."

"Teammates forgot themselves, fans forgot themselves, including me and the coaching staff also indulged in the joy of promotion..."

"Unfortunately, the superhero scene did not play out at the BayArena."