Inter-Barcelona 4-3 after the extra

Journalist

May 6, 2025 (Change on May 7, 2025 | 00:38) – MILANO

The Interists who left the stadium to the ninetieth, tired and disconsolate, have lost a fragment of pure life that they will no longer recover. Even in forty years those who have remained until the last will remember that embrace at San Siro given to strangers on a night in May, distorting the cult phrase of Casablanca: “Will we always have Paris? No, the 4-3 with Barcelona”. Inter eliminates the Blaugrana in a historic semifinal, crazy, with 13 goals between round trip and flies to the Champions League final for the seventh time. The second in two years. Thanks to San Francesco Acerbi, gliding in the area as a pilgrim hawk at the last minute of a game now directed towards the 3-2 Blaugrana, and another San Davide Frattesi, the boy of Fidene who falls poker in extra time and gets on the grate as if it were the top of Everest. Up there, in the clouds, the next destination is glimpsed: Monaco of Bavaria, May 31, Champions League final (against one between Arsenal and PSG).

Lautaro Go

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The keystone of a first half from cinema has a combination of eleven letters: electricity. The opening dribbling is of the usual Yamal, who crashes away like a rattan snake in the middle of the opponents. San Siro whistles, mongugna, distracts, trying to push the tension into the 17 -year -old’s ears. The script, already studied at Montjuic, is the same: ball at 19 and something combines. But Inter’s leg cage seems to work. Dimarco shortens, sticks doubled, “Micky” contains and the Nerazzurri breathe, pulling their, script: direct to Dumfries, the Swiss knife. The boat – bold and full of ideas – organizes a Zemanian defense risking the imbucata several times. The right one arrives in the 21st minute. Dimarco – after a Sombrero di Barella with flight shooting – sees the usual Denzel on the right and serves it with the outside. The Dutchman disguises himself again as Assist Man and imbecca Lautaro, good at putting the ninth goal in the Champions League.

Doubling

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The schemes – studied, prepared, analyzed – jump with the passing of the minutes, increasingly imbued with adrenaline. Yamal is the usual splinter, but Inter keeps up and reacts with the teeth. The scratch of the 2-0, after an intervention of sticks slipped by Chapeau and a right of Yamal, is packaged by the Lautaro-Calhanoglu tandem: the first of earning a penalty after a tackle from Cubarsì, the second transforms him by disposing of Szczesny. All after a VAR check by Marciniak under the eyes of a possessed Inzaghi, the twelfth man throughout the game. Inter go to rest among the controversies of the whole bench for a spit of Iñigo Martinez towards Acerbi immediately after 2-0. Neither the referee nor the Var noticed nothing.

Inter collapse

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Who knows what Flick will be said to be at the interval. Barça enters the field as if someone, at the corner, on the ropes, had given two or three slaps to the Catalans to remind him how many Champions League are on the bulletin board: five. The one-two of the recovery is cold, glacial, and sends Inter to the ropes: at 54 ‘Eric Garcia slips summarly with a right on the fly under the intersection, while six minutes later Dani Olmo equalized almost in the same way, taking advantage of an error in the marking of Carlos Augustus. The assists come from Gerard Martin, better during the finishing phase than as a defender. In the middle, a large parade of summarly on Garcia (which, however, hits the Swiss goalkeeper with a wide open door) at the end of a master’s counterattack started from a disadvantaged corner. It is a different, more alive Barça, who earns corners continuously and pressing an increasingly tired Inter, but never on the carpet. At 70 ‘the Var removes a penalty from the Blaugrana (MkhiTaryan’s foul on Yamal is a couple of centimeters outside the area), then again the young star of Barça a couple of minutes later in the edge of the edge forcing summarly to a large parade.

Scream unripe

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What happens in the final of the second half, at an external passage from almost certain extra, can only be explained to the San Siro effect. At first Raphinha, to the second attempt after a first rejection of Sommer, concretizes the remarkable superiority of Barcelona in the second half, scoring with the right the goal that completes the ribaltone. While a swarm of Interisti has already started towards the exit, standing on the stairs with his head towards the field hoping for the impermade, Denzel Dumfries, the boy who ten years ago played in Aruba and he drained to emerge in the Netherlands, remembers that it is the spoils of Barcelona, ​​harpsing a ball on the band and crosses low, tense, looking for the paw. At the center there is no point, there is no Thuram and there is no lautaro, out of the way, but San Francesco Acerbi from Vizzolo Predabissi, that a 3-3 unexpectedly hit by hitting right and prolonging a historic semifinal. A strait to those Blaugrana fans who were already looking for flights to Germany. Still, additional.

INTER IN FINALE

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The Inter players who had left the stadium will have a big big regret that will never be absorbed. Inter are a Phoenix, he enters the galvanized field and Azzanna Barcelona with the boy of Fidene: in the 99th minute, served by Taremi in the center of the area, Frattesi stings Szczesny with the left and flies under the Nerazzurri steps with the eyes of the tiger of those who have addressed another game in the last few minutes, from Bayern to Barça. The last extra time is a praise to agony. There are those who eat their nails nervously, those who see the game from behind, those who take up with the phone grinding insults to rain. The same that falls on San Siro and accompanies the last minutes of pure suffering. At 113 ‘Sommer disguises himself as Julio Cesar and removes from the crossroads a left of Yamal, like the Brazilian with Messi in 2010. It is the last shiver. The liberating scream arrives at 11.39 pm: Inter are in the Champions League final. The four golden days of the Inzaghi family: Pippo in Serie A with Pisa, Simone for the second time at the last act of a final earned with merit, between safe and clear contours.