"Nicely done!" Suker whispered, "Didn't expect you to create conflict just to stall time."
Kaká turned back with a blank face. "Stall time?"
Suker paused in confusion."Wasn't that your plan?"
Kaká replied earnestly, "I really wanted to score."
It was the fourth goal, and it came in the second half—Liverpool looked completely stunned.
"We expected Milan to get revenge, but we didn't expect it to be this fierce,"Italian commentator Aldo Cerrella said with emotion, turning to Crudeli.
The old man's mic had already been turned off, mainly because he was too emotionally agitated—what he was shouting couldn't be broadcast.
After Aldo spoke, he covered his mic and helplessly looked at the producer.
'Aren't you going to stop him?'
Crudeli looked almost insane now.He was yelling and gesturing wildly:
"Crush Liverpool!"
"Don't give them any chances!"
"Forza Milan!!"
"Goal! More goals!"
"Humiliate them! Score again!"
At this moment, the fire of revenge inside Milan fans was burning furiously.
They were no longer satisfied with just revenge.
They wanted a massacre.
They wanted a thorough, cathartic victory.
The blade of vengeance had transformed into an executioner's cleaver.
Attack!!!!Attack!!!!Attack!!!!
It was hard to imagine defensive-minded Italian fans, especially Milan supporters, chanting for "Attack!"
But at this moment, they truly wanted offense. They wanted goals.
They wanted to return all the past humiliation tenfold.
Liverpool had little fight left.
Even Gerrard stood with his hands on his hips, looking drained.
Their midfield engine, Alonso, just kept shaking his head.
Coach Benítez sat on the bench looking resigned.
The team's morale had collapsed, and Milan's attacks faced little resistance.
Suker received the ball at midfield, and immediately, three Liverpool players closed in:
Gerrard, Alonso, Pennant.
Their eyes bloodshot—they were determined to take the ball.
Even Milan players assumed Suker would lose it and began to drop back.
"Why are you running back!" Suker cursed inwardly.
He controlled the ball, shielded Gerrard with his shoulder, and muscled forward a step.
When Pennant lunged in, Suker suddenly nutmegged him with a quick flick.
Gerrard and Pennant collided—Suker slipped past from the side.
"Ohhh~~~ Suker! Breaks free! No—Alonso is still there!"
Alonso went all out with a sliding tackle.
But Suker lifted the ball over him with a flick to his head, then leaped up and headed it forward while stumbling.
He broke out of a triple-team encirclement!
"What the hell?!"
"He got through?!"
"Are you kidding me?!"
Even Milan players were stunned.
Maldini was the first to react. He roared:"What are you waiting for! Counterattack! Sprint!"
Right after that, Seedorf, Pirlo, Kaká, and Inzaghi charged forward with all their might.
Gattuso, though further behind and exhausted, also pushed up.
His head bobbed forward, clearly draining the last of his strength to sprint.
He didn't care if he could shoot—he just needed to draw a defender away from Suker.
As Suker approached the penalty area, Seedorf, Kaká, and Inzaghi had already arrived.
"Pass it!"
"I'm open here!"
"Come on! Pass!"
All three were calling for the ball.
But Suker suddenly looked up.
Who the hell is passing?!
Suker turned sideways and swung his right leg with full force, aiming at the bottom right corner of the goal.
The ball skidded low across the ground.
Liverpool keeper Reina expected a pass—he didn't react in time.
He never imagined Suker would be so bold.
Swish!
The ball hit the net.
Minute 77: AC Milan scores again!
Suker's third goal of the night!
"Hat trick!!!"
"Another hat trick!!"
"For the second season in a row, Suker scores a hat trick in the Champions League final! His form is unstoppable!"
"There are many football geniuses—but there's only one Suker!"
"I want to say this: every player Suker danced past tonight is a genius too. They've gone through years of hard training and struggle to stand on this stage. Champions League, Euros, World Cup—these players we don't know by name are the pride of their countries."
"But they must also understand: being a genius is only your ticket to stand in front of Suker."
"There is only one spotlight in this match. Only one protagonist. His name is—Suker!"
Rooooaaaaaarrrrr!!!!!!
The entire stadium erupted.
Suker opened his arms wide, soaking in the cheers like a king at his coronation.
He ruled this match.
He led a furious revenge campaign.
Two years ago, Liverpool brought Milan the pain of 'The Night of Istanbul.'
Two years later, Milan gave Liverpool a 'Massacre Night in Athens.'
This is who Suker is—he doesn't believe in forgiveness.Istanbul could never be forgiven.
If there's no redemption, then let's hurt each other!
You gave us two years of sleepless nights.
We give you a night of ruin.
AC Milan 5 – 0 Liverpool.
A crushing victory.
What's Liverpool supposed to do now—pull off a miracle again?
"Substitutions!"
Both sides made quick adjustments.
Liverpool tried to boost their offense. Even if they lost, they wanted at least one goal to avoid total humiliation.
Milan, on the other hand, focused entirely on defense.
From now on—it was all-out defense.
Want to score?
Not happening!
Tonight you get a goose egg!
No mercy, no letting up—not even one goal.
Let's abandon sportsmanship and honor.
Bring it on. Let's hurt each other!
Kaká and Inzaghi were subbed off.
Kaladze and Simic came on.
Milan parked the bus—full team defense except for Suker.
A wall of red and black in the box.
Not even one goal would be conceded.
In the final minutes, Liverpool launched wave after wave of desperate attacks.
They knew the comeback was impossible—but at least a consolation goal?
Milan wouldn't allow it.
Boom!Gerrard's long shot—Dida made a flying save, caught the ball, and lay on it.
"They're going to counter!" Gerrard shouted, but as he turned, he saw Dida slowly rise and signal to slow the pace.
"Motherf—!"Gerrard cursed.
Milan were controlling the tempo again.
Several minutes of passing later, Liverpool finally won possession—only for Milan to all drop back into the box.
They simply wouldn't let them score.
Pennant's long shot was headed high by Nesta.Dida calmly cushioned the ball with his foot.
Kuyt sprinted, but Dida bent down.
Kuyt hesitated, Dida stood back up.
Kuyt rushed again, Dida bent down again.
"You son of—!"Kuyt yelled, pointing at Dida. "He's wasting time!"
But the ref didn't care. No dead ball, and it was within the rules.
Kuyt ran at Dida to force him to pick up the ball.
But Dida just fell over—dragging more time.
"Beautiful!" Suker grinned.
Milan's veteran defenders were masters of milking the rules.
They dragged the game into injury time.
At that point, Liverpool had no fight left.
They had accepted their fate.
"The match is about to end!"
"AC Milan leads Liverpool 5–0—they are on the brink of an epoch-making achievement: the first team to win back-to-back Champions League titles since the competition's format changed!"
"This will also be their eighth Champions League trophy, just one behind record-holders Real Madrid."
"Liverpool's performance tonight is… disappointing."
"Two years ago, they delivered a miraculous comeback. Two years later, Milan handed them a brutal demolition in Athens."
"There's no doubt about Suker's performance tonight."
"He has surpassed all expectations of a young player. Two seasons, two Champions League titles with Milan—this year, with a mind-blowing performance, he has led Milan to glory."
"He now stands at the pinnacle of world football."
"This season's Suker is insane. He's bound to collect a host of personal honors."
"The ref is checking his watch—the match is ending. Let us congratulate Milan!"
"They've done it—back-to-back Champions League titles, writing a legendary new chapter in football history!"
"On this night in Athens, on this Champions League final stage..."
"Milan took revenge with a commanding win—and seized the Champions League crown!"
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Three whistles. Full-time.
Italian commentator Aldo Cerrella roared:
"It's over! The entire match is over! The 2006/2007 UEFA Champions League champions are AC Milan!"
"Following last season, Milan have defended their title—two years of dominance in the Champions League. This is the might of the Milan dynasty!"
"Tonight in Athens, the red-and-black banner flew to the top of Europe!"
"Milan Dynasty! They are truly the Kings of Europe!"
AC Milan – the Rossoneri.
Even in decline, the Milan dynasty must fade in brilliance.
Maldini's sixth title!
Milan's eighth!
The pain of Istanbul could never be erased—only replaced by an even crueler 'Athens Massacre Night.'
That was Suker's answer.
Since he absorbed Milan's final glory as nourishment—He would also give them the most dazzling farewell ceremony.