The Manchester United fans in the stands grew increasingly nervous.
The singing continued.
Waves of tense, exhilarating excitement surged through them.
They were two goals ahead on aggregate. Surely the opposition couldn't actually pull it back?
Some even enjoyed the feeling: the sense of danger and the pain gave them a thrill.
Every time Robben got the ball, a ripple of nervous cries rang out.
Every time Ribéry broke through, the red sea in the stands briefly fell silent.
Only when De Gea made a save or Bayern Munich shot wide did the Manchester United fans collectively breathe a long sigh of relief, then raise their voices in song again.
"Hold steady!"
"Don't let them score!"
"As long as we don't concede, we're safe!"
"Lewandowski's missed again! He's hopeless in big games, just as expected. Hurry up and score five in nine minutes!"
Shouts like these occasionally rang out from the stands.
They made Old Trafford seem even more like a theatre.
The nineteenth minute.
Bayern Munich attacked again.
Thiago received the ball in midfield and carried it forward himself!
Jorginho pressed him.
Thiago changed direction and beat the Italian!
Of all La Masia's experimental number fours over the generations, setting aside their dribbling success rates, his dribbling was the most elegant and beautiful to watch, because the other guys' legs were all too short.
De Bruyne was clever. He sprinted back early, tucked into the middle, and used his thick, powerful frame to block Thiago's forward passing lane!
Thiago dragged the ball back in a V, laid it off to Vidal, and continued his forward run!
"His attacking ability has been fully unleashed."
"He doesn't need to sit deep and dictate play. Thiago's using Dragon Dribble."
"Vidal plays the wall pass."
"He looks like a butcher,