Chapter 719: I Won't Give It, You Can't Take It Away!
The entire Berlin Olympic Stadium erupted into thunderous boos, as tens of thousands of Real Madrid fans shouted at the top of their lungs.
"Corrupt referee! Scandal!"
Even the head coach Ancelotti, who was sent off to the stands earlier for protesting against the referee's decisions, was among them.
Despite his old age, his voice was full of vigor.
Many Barcelona fans couldn't bear to watch, sitting silently in their seats, while only a small minority of extreme fans countered, believing that their own team played fairly and deserved to be in the lead.
Inside the luxurious VIP box, Florentino gnashed his teeth fiercely, his sharp gaze seeming to pierce through the walls, directly aiming at UEFA President Platini not far away.
"Heh, you really have guts! Just you wait for me!"
Under such blatantly malicious conditions, the Real Madrid president no longer hoped to defend the Champions League title, but he wouldn't let the instigators off easily either!
On the other side, Platini sat calmly in his seat like a rock, closing his eyes and seemingly lost in thought, surrounded by occasional meaningful glances that seemed unable to disturb him.
Little did anyone know that the Frenchman was feeling quite anxious at the moment. He had indeed instructed to "take care" of Real Madrid, not wanting them to go too far, especially when they had already won the league undefeated and were still pursuing the Champions League.
With so many consecutive wins and titles, the European football scene seemed to revolve around the Real Madrid club alone!
But Platini didn't anticipate that even under such obviously biased refereeing circumstances, the Galactic team could still maintain the upper hand and even score first.
"Sigh, it's too monstrous, let it be, it's pointless to struggle." The Frenchman sighed inwardly.
He didn't expect the head coach on the field to be so stubborn, "firmly and resolutely" executing his own demands, and becoming more and more outrageous, which gradually led the situation to spin out of control.
At this rate, this edition of the Champions League final was likely to become the most controversial in history, and Platini could imagine how intense the storm would be after the match.
Not to mention affecting his bid to take over FIFA, it might even jeopardize his entire managerial career!
At this moment, his strategy was to seek the help of his old comrade Blatter to jointly mitigate the controversy and let time smooth things over.
The two had once been close comrades, and their recent falling out was only due to competition within FIFA. These were all internal struggles; when it came to external matters, Blatter would surely consider the bigger picture.
After all, who didn't have some skeletons in their closet? Blatter actually looked down on the Galactic team and would definitely spare no effort to suppress them if given the chance.
Regardless, the on-field referee was the authority, and his decision was final. There was no way to reverse it. Real Madrid could only accept the disallowed goal and take the free kick in the attacking third.
Wang Feng took the free kick himself, placing the ball gently on the ground before taking a few steps back. His eyes narrowed with anger mixed with contemplation, everything was abnormal.
The Chinese superstar, who had rich experience in Serie A battles, clearly felt that this was very similar to the battle between Inter Milan and Juventus back then. The referee didn't want them to win!
But he wasn't the naive youth he was back then; he wouldn't fall into the same trap twice.
The referee blew the whistle, Wang Feng took his run-up, and shot!
The ball flew like an arrow through the wall, piercing towards the top right corner of the goal. Barcelona goalkeeper Ter Stegen dove to save, his posture elegant, but he couldn't touch the ball.
"Goal! The ball's in! Real Madrid scored again!"
"So what if it's disallowed? Wang Feng can still put the ball into the net again!"
The referee's whistle sounded again! He deemed that the free-kick was not taken from the correct position and ordered a retake.
But why didn't he mention this before the kick, marking the white line?
The Real Madrid players surrounded the referee, passionately arguing their case, but this time, Wang Feng didn't step forward, instead standing silently aside, watching coldly.
The pressure on the referee's forehead was covered in sweat. His stress level could be imagined. At this moment, he just wanted the Chinese superstar to come and argue with him, so he could show him a yellow card and send him off!
But it seemed like Wang Feng completely saw through his intentions. Not only did he not come forward to argue, he didn't even make eye contact with him. Did he plan to charge over and give him a card by force?
That definitely wouldn't work. Well then, go ahead and retake the kick. He didn't believe Wang Feng could score consecutively twice!
After confirming the position of the free-kick again, with the sound of the referee's whistle, the Chinese superstar took a slow run-up, approaching the ball before curling his right foot.
This time it was the Crescent Moon Blade!
The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, seemingly deviating from the goalpost, but actually, after entering the penalty area, it suddenly turned back, threading into the dead angle of the goal!
Breaking through the Barcelona goal once again!
But whether it was the spectators at the scene, the commentators in the studio, or the tens of thousands of fans watching the game, they were all immersed in a strange calmness, all their eyes focused on the referee!
The live camera also gave a close-up shot. Hesitating for less than a second, the main referee blew the whistle again, ordering a retake!
This time, the reason given was that the defensive wall was too close.
"I don't know what to say anymore. This is too shameless. Clearly, Real Madrid had the advantage, and this was definitely a goal!" Zhang Jun exclaimed indignantly.
The Chinese superstar chuckled coldly. Again!
"Beep~!"
"Bang~!"
The ball went into the net!
The main referee finally broke down. If it weren't for the thousands of eyes watching him, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
It was too difficult. Whoever wanted to do this job could do it. He decided to completely slack off.
Couldn't Barcelona put in a bit more effort themselves? Little did he know that his actions were also putting pressure on the Catalan team.
After all, most of their players were also top stars, usually accustomed to letting their performance speak for itself. Suddenly cheating like this was somewhat uncomfortable for them.
"The ball's in! The referee blows the whistle pointing to the center circle. This is a goal!"
"It's really tough. Real Madrid has breached the Barcelona goal six times, but only managed a 1-1 draw."
"But both sides are back to the starting line again, indicating that the Galactic team still has a chance!"
Wang Feng's three consecutive successful free kicks not only made the referee tremble with fear and unable to show obvious bias anymore, but also dealt a severe blow to Barcelona's morale.
In the final five minutes, Real Madrid seized the opportunity to score two more goals.
One goal was a long-range shot from the Chinese superstar outside the penalty area, skimming along the ground and hitting the near corner, slipping through the tiny gap between Ter Stegen's palm and the goalpost.
The other goal came from a combination of Bale and Modric on the flank, with a cross into the penalty area, where Iguaín's header found the back of the net, sealing the victory.
3-1! When the main referee blew the final whistle, the Berlin Olympic Stadium resounded with the melody of "Hala Madrid".
Countless Real Madrid fans sang loudly, tears of joy streaming down their faces unconsciously. Having witnessed the entire game, they never dared to hope for victory.
But miracles happened, or more accurately, the miracle named Wang Feng had always been there, the Chinese superstar himself was a miracle!
Winning the Champions League title for the ninth consecutive year! This was also Real Madrid's 18th Champions League trophy!
Watching the players salute the fans, Florentino's heart was not only surprised, but even more intense than joy.
He knew Wang Feng was strong, the current Galactic team was strong, but he couldn't imagine that they could actually challenge the referee.
Barcelona President Bartomeu left the stands angrily, while Platini also wished to escape, but he still had to preside over the award ceremony.
After receiving their runner-up medals, the Barcelona players left the stage in frustration, while the Real Madrid players took the stage one by one. Unlike before, they didn't give Platini any face at all. They simply grabbed the medals and left, instead of bending down to let the Frenchman put them on as before.
Wang Feng was the last one to leave. Faced with Platini's embarrassed smile and congratulatory words, he suddenly chuckled, "The football world changes rapidly, and I'm getting old. I look forward to seeing many young talents emerge."
"But that doesn't mean I don't want to win, or can't win. That free kick just now, I can play with you many more times."
"No matter how many times, the result will always be the same. I won't give it, you can't take it away!"
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