The game continued, and Pedri stole the show.
Every touch, every flick now elicited reactions from the fans; cheers from the tiny away Barcelona supporters, and gasps and anxiety from the home fans as they booed him.
But Pedri remained unfazed; he was already in the zone state.
Tak… tak… tak…
Triangles formed in the midfield as the midfielders began clicking to Pedri's rhythm, the rhythm of tiki-taka reborn under Hansi Flick's orchestration.
Pedri's elegance and virtuoso met De Jong's calm. And somehow, Gavi managed to click with them too, pressing relentlessly like a machine that had no belief in the weak reality called wear and tear.
And as the midfield clicked, Pedri beginning to run rings around Juventus's own midfielders, the attack also began to click.
What followed next was to easy to guess.
With the midfield unlocking themselves with Pedri's brilliance, Sam now in a false nine role started to come alive.
He also entered the zone state.
BZZZ!
