Final Act [3]

On the Valencia bench, Rubén Baraja was livid, pacing back and forth as he yelled at the fourth official. 

"How is that deliberate? He couldn't have avoided it!" he shouted, his arms flailing in frustration. 

Meanwhile, Xavi stood calm but resolute on the Barcelona sideline, nodding in approval at the decision.

Mateo, the fan with the bookie bet, groaned and buried his face in his hands. "This is it. We're done for.

I swear, the refs always favor the big clubs," he muttered bitterly to his friends, who nodded in agreement.

...

Lewandowski stepped up to take the penalty, the Polish striker exuding calm confidence.

He placed the ball on the spot, took a few steps back, and stared down Giorgi Mamardashvili, who stood tall between the posts, bouncing on his toes in an attempt to unsettle the striker.

The Mestalla erupted into a cacophony of noise, the fans whistling and chanting to distract Lewandowski.