When referee Mažić blew the final whistle, every Liverpool player on the pitch collapsed.
Goalkeeper Karius fell face-first onto the goal line and burst into tears.
Salah also dropped to his knees on the pitch, covering his face as he wept.
The other Liverpool players all looked utterly dejected and disappointed by the result.
Four-nil. That was the reward they had received after battling through an entire season and finally fighting their way into the Champions League Final.
In front of Real Madrid, they had not even been capable of putting up the slightest resistance.
What could they say?
Every one of them knew perfectly well that even without Karius's two mistakes, they would still have suffered certain defeat.
If they had still harbored hopes for the match before kickoff, then by halftime they had already clearly felt the gap in strength between themselves and Real Madrid. They had found it almost impossible to create clear-cut scoring chances.
Liverpool's attacking patterns had run into a wall at every turn against Real Madrid's defense. Faced with Real Madrid's polished passing and possession game, they had been completely helpless. Even their most prized weapon, their High Press, had failed to work.
They had lost. They had lost completely and utterly.
None of them could accept it.
The instant the final whistle sounded, the Real Madrid players on the pitch, the substitutes on the sidelines, and the staff all began celebrating wildly. The entire Olympic Stadium had become a stage for Real Madrid's players and supporters to celebrate.
In the stands, tens of thousands of Real Madrid fans were singing the team anthem.
On the pitch, Real Madrid's players and staff were celebrating their victory without restraint.
It had been a final that had been thrilling without ever becoming dangerous. Thanks to