"Look! It's Henry's shot, a superb quality shot! The football flies in a beautiful line, straight towards the goal!"
"The goalkeeper dives... Beautiful! Goal!!!"
"It's in, it's in!!!!! Even though the goalkeeper tried his absolute best and even touched the ball, he still couldn't keep it out of the net. This is simply incredible!"
At this moment, thunderous applause erupted from the stands. Henry then noticed that the fans had been chanting his name long before this. He could hear them clearly now; they were shouting not for Cao Baiming or Messi, but for him, Henry!
"The speed is incredible, the power is immense. This shot is of such high quality, truly worthy of the King of Football, Henry! Who was it that said Henry wasn't good at shooting? Step forward and witness this!"
"Fans who are here today to witness this moment, you are incredibly lucky to be a part of this. This match will undoubtedly be etched into the history books of the Champions League. This is our Champions League final, and quite possibly the most exciting one ever!"
"Even with Arsenal's terrifying strength, the in-form AC Milan can't hold on! Is there anyone left who can truly contain him? Anyone? Anyone?!"
"Messi, Cao Baiming, and Henry – these three core players are Arsenal's most potent weapons. All three have scored today, a perfect conclusion. For Arsenal, this is the most perfect outcome. And Cao Baiming, with his hat-trick in this match, has proven once again that he is an entity that cannot be surpassed!"
Just then, his teammates rushed towards him. Henry couldn't be happier. To prove himself in such a manner on the Champions League final stage was beyond beautiful, something he hadn't even dared to dream of before the match.
The header was initially aimed for the top corner, but it ended up heading straight for the center of the goal. If the goalkeeper hadn't made a genuine error and fumbled the ball, it might not have gone in.
However, this was something only Henry knew. Others were unaware, and he had no intention of letting them know. As long as everyone thought it was brilliant, that was enough. The ball had gone in, so why dwell on the minor details?
The score was now 5-2. AC Milan finally felt a complete sense of despair. They had fallen into the abyss. They had initially thought they would be fundamentally different from Arsenal's previous opponent, Bayern Munich. But now, it seemed there was no real difference.
Ultimately, all teams would likely fall to Arsenal's might; it was only a matter of time. Some teams could hold on for a while, but certain things couldn't be avoided. If they could be avoided earlier, they would inevitably come back later, perhaps even worse. Everyone now understood this.
What else could they do? They could only accept this outcome. The Champions League final was the most significant match in the football world. The teams that reached this stage were the absolute elite of the sport.
But as they looked at the Arsenal players on the field, their composed movements and confident expressions, the AC Milan players felt an insurmountable gap between themselves and their opponents, a stark reality.
If they didn't accept it now, when would they? There were only five minutes left until the end of the match.
"The match is almost over. Will Arsenal score again to extend their lead? Every move they make could be creating new history!" the commentator exclaimed excitedly. 138reading.net
At this point, what was truly exciting wasn't just the score, but the impending end of the game.
"It's not just Arsenal that needs to make the most of this final stretch; for AC Milan, this is also their last chance!"
"Although leveling the score or even taking the lead seems unrealistic – no team can score four goals in five minutes, not even Arsenal – can they rally their final bit of spirit and, at this crucial juncture, score one more goal to prove their worth on this important Champions League final stage?"
The fans, hearing the commentator's words, became emotional. As AC Milan supporters, they still persisted, cheering for their team. They sang their battle songs, their team anthem, and shouted the names of the players, hoping that those on the field could hear them.
If they could hear them, it would become a source of strength, providing them with an extra surge of power in these final moments when their bodies were close to exhaustion, allowing them to achieve a miracle that wasn't destined for this field.
Come on, there really wasn't much time left!
As the fans' cheers grew louder, the AC Milan players on the field felt an even greater anguish. They desperately tried to muster their final resolve, only to find their bodies no longer cooperating.
Due to the high-intensity pressure and constant running throughout the opening period and indeed the entire first half, their players' bodies had begun to show signs of strain. Initially, it might have only affected their speed and reaction time, but now it was far more than that.
When a player tried to push themselves, to exceed their limits in these final five minutes, they discovered that any slight exertion sent a feeling of impending muscle strain through their legs.
Cramps and a dull ache were sensations that more than one player clearly felt. In fact, more than once, a player had been forced to stop running unknowingly.
They knew clearly that their team had no substitutions left. If they were to raise their hands now to inform the coach on the sidelines that they couldn't continue playing for the remainder of the match, it would undoubtedly be equivalent to telling the coach that they were about to be a man down.