In the away stands, in the corner occupied by those three thousand Red Devils fans.
Moments ago, they had stood like a reef amid a storm. Now, they erupted!
Everyone sprang from their seats, rain, tears, and spit spraying together.
"Glory, glory, Man United!"
This time, the club anthem no longer stubbornly poked its head above the red waves. It became a sword, piercing the Allianz Arena! The roars of three thousand people sounded deafening amid the dead silence of tens of thousands of dumbstruck Bayern Munich fans!
On the pitch.
Manchester United's players charged excitedly toward Li Luo, who had struck a pose after shooting, silently playing it cool.
Morata reached him first.
Ecstatic, the Spanish prodigy leaped onto Li Luo's back and screamed hysterically, "Li! I knew passing to you was a safer bet than shooting myself!"
From his expression, providing an assist for Li Luo made him happier than scoring himself.
De Bruyne jogged over from the left, slipped, and fell.
Jorginho, Schneiderlin, and Malanda, the three defensive midfielders who had spent so long under pressure at the back, were covered in mud and sweat. Now, they sprinted across half the pitch like children and plunged into the crowd.
De Gea came charging over too. Before setting off, he remembered to remind Luke Shaw of the rules: someone had to stay in their own half... that someone could be him!
The Manchester United players piled onto one another on the Allianz Arena turf, shouting and laughing.
Umtiti and Laporte, the two center-backs who arrived rather late, worried about crushing Li Luo and simply hugged each other instead.
"Li, that was brilliant!"
"Bayern Munich without Guardiola really are formidable. They're putting us under far more pressure than last season."
"But you still scored."
Li Luo's goal relieved all