"Manchester United are making a substitution! Ferguson is taking off Vidic, and Chris Smalling comes on as a substitute. During the second half's onslaught, Vidic has been completely unable to cope with Suker's impact. This is the first time I've ever seen Vidic pulling on someone and yet being dragged down himself!"
"Smalling is coming on. With his superior stamina, will he be able to defend against Suker more effectively?"
The English commentator's expression turned solemn.
The camera cut to Ferguson, who was continuously giving Smalling tactical instructions. Smalling kept nodding, listening intently.
But from Ferguson's tense expression, one could see just how nervous he was about the current situation.
There was simply no other choice!Manchester United's best solution right now would've been to bring on an attacking player, but after watching Suker's relentless assaults on their defense earlier, everyone agreed on one thing: the defense must be reinforced.
Because if they couldn't stop Suker, he would keep piling on pressure — until he inevitably scored again.
Even if Ferguson added attackers, it wouldn't matter; with the backline collapsing, Manchester United's offense wouldn't even get a chance to build up.
Now, there was only one center-back left on United's bench: Chris Smalling.
This substitution was originally meant for Ryan Giggs, but Ferguson had no choice.If he couldn't stop Real Madrid's attacks, it wouldn't matter who he brought on up front — United wouldn't be able to play their football.
"You must hold off Suker!" Ferguson said firmly, patting Smalling hard on the shoulder.
Smalling noticed Ferguson's trembling lips and instantly understood the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders.
"I understand, Sir!" Smalling nodded vigorously.
He slapped hands with Vidic and sprinted onto the pitch.
On the Real Madrid side, Mourinho noticed United's substitution and showed a slight look of surprise.
He originally thought he would force Ferguson to use up all his substitution slots, but Ferguson still had one left. Clearly, Ferguson was hoping Smalling could stabilize the defense, then use the last sub to bring on Giggs for a final push.
But Mourinho merely shook his head slightly.
Ferguson was being naïve.
Perhaps he had no other choice… but under normal circumstances, Ferguson should've brought on two defenders, not just one.Relying solely on Smalling would never be enough to contain Suker.
Suker also noticed the change and discreetly gestured behind him toward Kaka.Kaka immediately understood his intention.
The game resumed.While Real Madrid tightened up defensively, they continued creating opportunities for Suker to tear through United's backline.
Manchester United fans were hopeful that Smalling's arrival would stabilize things, at least partially.
But no. Not at all.
"SUKER IS COMING AGAIN!!"
"Kaka plays a pass into space behind… Suker is chasing! Smalling is tracking him — can he—"
BANG!
Suker was suddenly shoved from behind and went sliding across the turf.
BEEP!!!
The referee blew his whistle sharply, pointing toward the right side of the penalty area — Real Madrid free kick!
At the same time, he brandished a yellow card for Smalling, the player who had shoved Suker.
Smalling had been on the pitch for only 10 minutes, and he was already booked.
Breathing heavily, Smalling's eyes were filled with panic.
Was the pressure… really this intense?
From the bench, it hadn't looked this bad. But now, standing face-to-face with Suker, he finally understood why Vidic had been so helpless.
Suker's first touch and dribbling were flawless.The ball was always within his control.
Worse yet, Suker kept baiting Smalling to make a challenge.
And the moment Smalling stretched a leg?He'd be gone.
Under such relentless pressure, Smalling resorted to fouling.
"Get back! Drop back!"Rio Ferdinand roared.
"I know your head's a mess right now, but this isn't the time to think — defend this free kick first!"
Both Real Madrid and Manchester United players packed into the penalty area.
The clock kept ticking, increasing the pressure on United's players.
Before the delivery, chaos erupted in the box — players jostling violently for position.
Push and shove. Elbows out.Smalling even spread his arms wide, essentially wrapping around Suker — the moment the whistle blew, he was ready to grab and hold on for dear life.
BEEP!
The whistle blew.
Suker instantly dropped back a step — he knew exactly what Smalling was trying to do.
But against a man who was openly trying to hug you, even Suker's agility couldn't guarantee an escape.
THUMP!Rio Ferdinand rose highest and headed the ball clear toward Rooney.
Rooney controlled, tried to spin… but BAM! He was body-checked, and the ball was poked away.
BANG!Pepe pounced on it, blasting it forward — trying to send it back into United's penalty area.
But he scuffed the kick.The ball veered off toward the right touchline instead.
"Damn it!!" Suker cursed under his breath, already sprinting.
Many players stopped running, assuming the ball was heading out of bounds.
But not Suker.
Faster.Even faster!
Suker's legs moved like blades of lightning, eating up the turf as he charged toward the sideline.
Just as the ball was about to cross the line, Suker launched forward in a sliding tackle.
At the exact moment the ball touched down, Suker's right foot pinned it perfectly, killing its momentum as if the ball had frozen in time.
Suker's body, however, slid out of bounds.
"CLEAR IT!!"Rio Ferdinand roared.
Evra rushed over belatedly, trying to hack it away.
But Suker flipped his body, scrambled up like a panther, and got there before Evra — scooping the ball away in one slick motion.
Evra had charged in recklessly, desperate to clear it — Suker ghosted past him.
"Evra's beaten! Suker's past him!!"
Suker steadied the ball again, without even glancing back.
Because Smalling was already charging straight at him.
Suker, left foot glued to the ball, suddenly motioned as if to cut across the box.
Smalling instantly reacted.
From this position — just outside the right side of the penalty area — a leftward cut would bring Suker to the center of the goal, opening up a much better shooting angle.
So Smalling bit hard on the move.He was convinced it was real.
He lunged in.
At that moment, Suker's left foot — the one he used for the feint — snapped the ball back with a sharp drag.
"OHHHHHHHHHH!! WHAT A MOVE!!"
The Spanish commentator screamed:"Suker just pulled off the Elastico! But the ball is rolling toward the byline… does anyone support in the middle?!"
The ball trickled toward the edge of the six-yard box — almost glued to the goal line.
From there, there was no shooting angle — only a possible cut-back.
Rio Ferdinand anticipated this and immediately moved to block Benzema's run.
Everyone held their breath, waiting to see what Suker would do next.
On the sidelines, Ferguson clenched both fists, his knuckles trembling.
Modric, Cristiano Ronaldo, and others had also dropped deep, marking the passing lanes.
"PASS IT!!"Benzema screamed desperately.
But in Suker's ears, the shout came in slow motion.
Suker lifted his head briefly.
If Benzema were in space, he'd pass without hesitation.
But Benzema was tightly marked.
Suker had a better chance than anyone else.And as a striker — he wasn't about to give up this shot.
"Pass to you? Not a chance!" Suker growled through clenched teeth.
Planting his left foot, leaning forward, he swung his right foot from outside to inside — smashing through the ball with the outside of his boot.
The ball spun violently, curling along the goal line toward the near post.
Van der Sar tracked it instantly — perfect positioning to block the cross.He moved across and raised his right leg instinctively.
And then… the ball veered off course.
It bent like a boomerang, swerving sharply toward goal.
Van der Sar froze.
His mind blanked.His body refused to react.
The ball screamed past his waist and into the net.
"GOAL!!! Suker scores again in the 81st minute!Real Madrid lead Manchester United 4–2!"
Wembley Stadium fell silent for a moment.
Then Spanish commentator González exploded — ripping off his headset, grabbing the mic, and screaming into it with a voice cracked by excitement:
"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!"
"GOAL! GOAL! GOAL! GOAL! GOAL! GOAL! GOAL! GOAL!!"
"Suker!! Suker!! Suker!! Suker!! SUKER!!!"
"Unstoppable Suker!!"
"Unparalleled Suker!!"
"Invincible Suker!!"
González screamed until his throat went raw, still shouting at the top of his lungs:
"81st-minute goal!! What a f*ing BEAUTIFUL strike!!"
"Zero angle!! ZERO ANGLE FINISH!!!"
"This goal reminds me of Maicon's famous zero-angle strike from the 2010 World Cup — but this one is even better!"
"Pepe's ball into the box was actually wayward, but Suker chased it down, sliding to stop it dead — that control alone was sensational. Then, using Evra's desperation against him, Suker breezed past him, destroyed Smalling with an Elastico, and from the tightest possible angle, he scored an absolute masterpiece!!"
"Manchester United… are finished!"
"Yes! It's over!"
"With Suker in this form, who on earth can stop him?!"
"Smalling has failed, the entire United defense has collapsed!"
"Ferguson thought he could survive Suker with a single substitution… but his plan was too simple, too naïve! Perhaps he hoped to use the last sub to push forward — but now, the game is beyond them!"
"Real Madrid lead 4–2! United will NOT be given a way back into this match!!"
González roared:"We will never allow a comeback tonight!!"
BOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!
The Real Madrid fans at Wembley erupted into chaos.
The scoreboard read: Real Madrid 4–2 Manchester United.Barely 10 minutes remained.
United had no chance left.
Real Madrid didn't want extra time.They didn't want penalties.
They wanted to win the Champions League — outright, right now.
After nine long years, Real Madrid were ready to reclaim their crown.
"Suker!!! Suker!!! Suker!!!"
Tens of thousands of Madridistas roared his name, chanting in unison.
Faces flushed, they leapt wildly in the stands, unable to contain themselves.
This would be a summer to remember.
They had gone 38 matches unbeaten to win La Liga.They had broken the 100-point barrier.And now, they were about to lift the Champions League trophy again — after nine years.
This was the Real Madrid everyone had been waiting for.
Some fans wept openly.
For nearly a decade, being knocked out in the Round of 16 year after year had earned Real Madrid the humiliating nickname:"The Last-16 Losers."
Even when they bragged about their record number of European Cups, rivals would sneer and call it "ancient history" — labeling Madrid a fallen giant.
The fans had endured years of ridicule.
But tonight — they were back on top.
And it had all started when Real Madrid signed Suker.
Realizing this, their love for him only deepened.
Mourinho clenched his fists and pumped them repeatedly, roaring toward the crowd.Unlike his usual style, he didn't sprint wildly down the touchline.
But with every punch into the air, the Madrid fans responded louder.
This was his moment.He had led two different teams to back-to-back Champions League titles.
"I'm the best coach in the world!"That's exactly what his smirk said.
In the VIP box, President Florentino Pérez's chest heaved with excitement.
He restrained himself, though, exchanging firm handshakes and high-fives with officials, journalists, and business executives around him.
For him, this was vindication.This title would be another bold stroke on his résumé.
At that moment, Suker looked like the most precious signing in the world.
On the pitch, Suker was mobbed by his teammates, screaming and piling on top of him in celebration — forming a human pyramid.
Real Madrid players usually cared about their public image; extravagant celebrations were rare.
But tonight? Nobody cared.
This was pure, unfiltered joy.
"I still can't believe it!" Benzema yelled, shaking Suker's arm."You actually SHOT from there! From that angle?!"
Srna laughed loudly:"But this guy scored the decisive goal! HAHAHA!!"
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!!" Pepe roared at the top of his lungs.
Suker, pinned beneath the pile, gasped for air, his face turning red.
Back on the sidelines, the camera cut to Ferguson.
He sat heavily in his chair, forcing a composed expression — but his frustration was obvious.
Both teams still had one substitution left.
Real Madrid strengthened their defense further.United brought on Ryan Giggs.
But at his age, with less than 10 minutes remaining, even the legendary Giggs couldn't change the game.
Cristiano Ronaldo, Modric, and other United players refused to give up.They threw themselves forward relentlessly, pressing Madrid's defenders and sprinting on counterattacks with every ounce of energy left.
The match entered stoppage time — 2 minutes.
Van der Sar even raced forward for a free kick, as United threw everyone into Madrid's penalty area.
But Casillas soared above everyone, catching the cross cleanly and falling on the ball — deliberately killing precious seconds.
United's players were furious, but powerless.
Casillas eventually launched the ball forward, and United mounted their final attack.
Modric swung another high ball into the box.Cristiano Ronaldo leapt between Carvalho and Pepe, somehow getting his head on it — but couldn't control the direction.
The ball flew over the bar.
At that exact moment, the referee checked his watch — and blew the final whistle.
BEEP!! BEEP-BEEP!!!
FULL TIME!
"It's over!! It's all over!! In the 2010/11 Champions League Final, after 90 minutes of fierce battle, Real Madrid defeat Manchester United thanks to Suker's decisive goals!!!"
"REAL MADRID ARE THE CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE!!"
"This is their first Champions League title in nine years!"
"Back then, Zidane, Raúl, and others delivered the glory. Now, a new generation clad in white has brought home Real Madrid's 10th European crown!"
"And for Suker — this is his third Champions League trophy!"
"Not only that — Suker's goals in this final push him past Ronaldo, securing him back-to-back Champions League Golden Boots!"
"Congratulations to Real Madrid! Congratulations to Suker!"
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
The Real Madrid substitutes stormed the pitch, screaming in celebration.
For many of them, this was their first Champions League.The joy was overwhelming.
And of course, they had a target.
"Get Suker!!" Casillas yelled.
Suddenly, the entire squad chased after him.
"Trying to crash me again?!" Suker shouted as he bolted away.
Not today!
But as he spun around, someone tripped him.
Stumbling forward, Suker crashed to the ground — Kaka had tackled him.
"Gotcha!!" Kaka laughed.
As Suker got dragged back, he noticed Modric smirking nearby, subtly pulling his foot back — the real culprit behind the trip.
Finally, the Madrid players surrounded him, lifted him high, and tossed him into the air repeatedly.
"Make sure you CATCH me!!" Suker yelled, half-laughing, half-panicked.
Above Wembley, fireworks exploded against the night sky.
Suker spread his arms wide, roaring with laughter as his teammates prepared to launch him again.
"WE ARE—"
And in perfect unison, the entire Real Madrid squad screamed back:
"CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!"
That night, under Wembley's blazing lights,belonged to Real Madrid.