WHOOOOOOSH!!!!!!!!!!!——
The stands erupted!The moment Suker slotted the ball into the empty net, the east stand of San Siro—located behind Inter Milan's goal—exploded into chaos.
AC Milan fans leapt to their feet, shouting, cheering, their faces flushed red with excitement.
And then, things got even crazier.
Because right after scoring, Suker leapt over the advertising boards and stood atop the security barrier.
In that moment, the brains of every nearby Milan fan seemed to detonate.
The goal that completed the comeback!Celebrating together with Suker!
It was all too much—they were drunk on adrenaline, blood pumping hot.
The hero of the comeback was right in front of them!
The stadium roared with a wave of cheers hotter than fire:
"SUUUUKEEEEER!!!!!!!"
"Am I a f***ing beast, or what!?"
"HUH!?"
"I said—AM I A F***ING BEAST?!"
Suker shouted from atop the barrier, surrounded by outstretched hands and delirious AC Milan fans.
He could see it—the madness, the sheer unfiltered passion, in their eyes.
After such a comeback, how could they not lose their minds?
Suker himself felt his blood boiling.He'd scored many crucial goals in his career—But this one was special.
From pre-match adversity, to mid-match setbacks—They'd still come back and seized the lead.
"SUKER!!!! HAT-TRICK!!!!"
"Another hat-trick! Against Inter, Suker always pulls off the most spectacular performances!"
"But this match tops them all. He's absolutely unmatched!"
"In Milan's darkest hour, Suker became their only pillar of hope!"
"Look at what he's done—there are no words to praise him anymore!"
"Tonight belongs to Suker! And to AC Milan!"
"If they hold on, this will be one of the craziest comebacks in recent memory!"
"With Gattuso injured and Kaka absent, AC Milan stood strong! Clever tactics, perfect teamwork—this is a brilliant victory!"
"Credit goes not just to Suker—but to Ancelotti's masterful tactics, to Ambrosini and Jankulovski's relentless efforts, to Seedorf the clutch sub, and to every single Milan player and fan!"
"A legendary victory is upon us!"
Aldo Serena couldn't stop himself from shouting.
In that moment, even though he wasn't a Milan supporter, he was fully swept up in the passion of it all.
This—this was football!Unpredictable!Full of drama and surprise!
Yes, Inter Milan was powerful.Yes, AC Milan was plagued by injuries and absences.
But the result is always unknown—always up for grabs!
"A goal in the 87th minute! Inter Milan have no substitutions left—do they still have a chance?"
"DEFEND! DEFEND!!"
Ancelotti was hoarse from screaming.
His hands were shaking from nervousness.
The tactics had worked. The subs had been perfect.
But football is a cruel game.Until the whistle blows, nothing is guaranteed.
Milan had given everything they had.
There were no more plans, no more tricks—Only one thing left: defend the lead to the death.
"Hold on, boys!"Ancelotti clenched his fists tight.
Maldini, on the sideline, was shouting encouragement too.
If they could just win this game, it would be a massive boost to morale—and a big step toward closing the points gap in the league.
So—they had to hold on!
BOOM!
"GET OUTTA HERE!!——"
Simunic cleared the ball with a thunderous header.He had just outmuscled Ibrahimović in the air.
Suker chased down the clearance, booting the ball as far into Inter's half as he could.
If it could go out for a throw-in or even a goal kick, even better.
Suker was now dropping back to defend too.
Counterattacks?Forget it.
Milan had already emptied the tank to turn the game around.
Now, it was all about surviving.
Inter worked the ball back upfield—but once again, ran headfirst into Milan's defensive wall.
There was simply no space—No time for clean shots.Inside the penalty area, it was packed wall-to-wall with red and black shirts.
Ibrahimović called for the ball in desperation.
But the moment it came, Suker slid in from nowhere and kicked the ball out of bounds.
"Nice one!"
He jumped to his feet and yelled:
"TWO MORE MINUTES! HOLD ON!"
In the stands, AC Milan fans roared in unison:
"DEFENSE!!!——""DEFENSE!!!——""DEFENSE!!!——"
This was more than football—It was war.And Milan was unified as one.
BANG!Suazo's long shot—heading straight for the top left corner!
"DANGER!"
Suker turned his head—
A hand flew out of nowhere—Keeper Kalac dove and just managed to push the ball wide.
"HELL YEAH!"
Suker roared.
Kalac climbed to his feet and bellowed:
"Hold on!"
They had come too far to give it all away now.
Defend. Defend with their lives.
SMACK!
Kalac jumped into a crowd, plucked the ball out of the air, and then fell to the ground clutching it.
Inter's players were gasping for air—One after another, collapsing mentally.
Then they saw the referee glance at his watch.
It was over.
They could feel it.
Kalac saw it too—He stood slowly…And booted the ball downfield.
WHISTLE!!!!!!!!!!——
Full time.
Kalac dropped to his knees and roared:
"SUKER!!! YOU F***ING LEGEND!!——"
An epic battle.A brutal war.But they had won.
2007/2008 Serie A – Matchday 13AC Milan 3:2 Inter Milan
No Kaka.No Gattuso.Down 0–2 in the first half.
And still—they turned it around.
This was a win forged from individual brilliance, team unity, tactical mastery, and mental resilience.
All those elements had to come together.And they did.
Milan beat a stronger-on-paper Inter Milan through sheer will.
"WE DID IT!"
Suker fell back on the grass, arms wide, shouting:
"WE FINALLY DID IT!"
"I'M GONNA BE A DAD!"
"What a phenomenal victory,"Aldo Serena said emotionally.
"Going into this game, Milan was surrounded by problems. Facing league leaders Inter, the pressure was unimaginable."
"But through clever tactics, squad adjustments, and individual performance, they took the win!"
"This is the magic of sports—having the stronger lineup doesn't mean you'll win. Only smart planning and unbreakable spirit will get you there!"
"Congratulations to AC Milan! Let's hope for even more brilliance in their future games!"
The crowd clapped wildly—and didn't stop.
Milan fans were over the moon.
Forget what outsiders say.Forget Inter's roster advantage.
Victory always belongs to AC Milan.
"Victory belongs to AC Milan!"
"Inter always gets smacked around!"
"Up 2-0 and still lost? Do you guys even know how to play football?!"
"HAHAHAHA! What a match!"
"Compared to Ancelotti, Mancini's a clown!"
"SACK HIM! MANCINI OUT!"
As Milan fans mocked them, Inter fans left the stadium in shame.
Their spirits?Shattered—again.
How could they still lose?
They were up two goals!Milan was a mess!They had control of the match—
And still, they lost.
Were they really cursed to forever live in Milan's shadow?
They were tired.They wanted to give up.
Let it all burn.
Inter fans were sinking into despair.
Four matches over two seasons.
Every time, hope.
And every time—crushed like glass.
But before completely falling apart—They had one last thing to do.
"MANCINI OUT!"
"MANCINI OUT!!"
"MANCINI OUT!!!"
As the match ended, chants of fury echoed across Milan.
Inter fans needed someone to blame—and that person was Mancini.
He had to go.He had to answer for all this.
He was the outlet for their fury.