Chapter 751: Champions League Ten Consecutive Wins
"Haha, beautiful! This is the charm of football!"
On the sidelines, Ancelotti was extremely excited, raising his hands high and cheering wildly as Wang Feng made the final strike.
The entire Santiago Bernabéu Stadium erupted once again, with ecstatic Real Madrid fans contrasting sharply with the disappointed Atlético Madrid fans.
It was another inexplicable concession of a goal. Before they could figure out what was happening, the Galacticos had already advanced into the penalty area and taken a shot.
Simeone's face turned as dark as charcoal. He couldn't believe that his team's defense had been breached like this. Just now, their attack wasn't too rash, and their formation was relatively tight, but the opponent still found a gap in an instant and completed the passing combination. It was unbelievable.
Upon careful consideration, the passing space for the Galacticos in both the backfield and the frontcourt was relatively large, and the difficulty wasn't high. The most crucial aspect was the midfield connection.
The key to this quick counterattack was the wall-pass style cooperation between Wang Feng and Bale in a very confined space!
Especially when the Chinese superstar received the ball, there were three defensive players surrounding him tightly, yet he was still able to control the ball and find an opportunity to pass it out.
"Are they showing off their skills after showing off their speed?" Simeone clenched his fists in frustration but couldn't loosen them.
With less than ten minutes left in the game, and Carrasco's only surprise tactic already exhausted, was Atlético destined to always fall short in the decisive battle?
Now, they couldn't think about extra time or penalty shootouts anymore. They had to go all out to equalize the score. Simeone quickly used up his remaining two substitutions, with Lucas replacing Felipe, and Partey replacing Koke, injecting fresh blood to attack Real Madrid's defense.
Compared to the urgency of the Argentine coach, Ancelotti seemed more composed. He instructed the players to continue their compact defensive tactics while disrupting Atlético's momentum by making substitutions just when they were starting to gain momentum.
He successively replaced Danilo with Pepe, Isco with Toni Kroos, and Vasquez with Higuain.
Time slowly passed amidst stubborn defense and deliberate delays. After five long minutes of stoppage time, the referee blew the final whistle for the end of the match.
Real Madrid defeated Atlético Madrid 2-1, winning the UEFA Champions League for the tenth consecutive time!
"We did it!" In the largest luxury box at the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium, Florentino let out a deep breath, took two steps back, and sat down on the sofa, as if he had lost all his strength.
It was too thrilling, too full of ups and downs! Throughout the match, the Argentine felt his heart pounding. The feeling of uncertainty lingered in his mind.
Ten consecutive championships, who wouldn't yearn for that?
The joy of breaking the deadlock, the worry after being equalized, the excitement of taking the lead again, and finally Atlético pushing forward with all their might, with even goalkeeper Oblak rushing into Real Madrid's penalty area to join the attack. That was probably the most nervous moment in Florentino's life.
And now, everything was finally settled. They won, they succeeded!
The faces of Florentino's companions in the VIP box, such as Baldeano and Sanchez, were not much better. It wasn't the ecstatic joy, but a deep exhaustion that penetrated their souls.
Not far away, UEFA President Ceferin and FIFA President Infantino understood the feelings of the members of the Galacticos at this moment.
Later, the two of them would jointly present the championship trophy to the winning team, an unprecedented act. In the past, there had been intense competition and conflicting interests between the two organizations, with almost no public interaction.
But they were both unwilling to miss this historic moment. Once Real Madrid lifted the cup, it would become a legend passed down for thousands of years.
So Infantino lowered his face and came to the UEFA-organized Champions League final. If Atlético had won the championship, he would have just come to see. But now that Real Madrid had won, he had to step onto the podium to make his presence felt.
Of course, this step also served to ease the tension between UEFA and FIFA, forming an important opportunity for cooperation.
"I think Madrid will witness the grandest celebration in history tonight. What about afterwards? How do we dispel the shadow of Wang leaving?" After calming down for a while, Real Madrid's PR manager Butrague?o was the first to ask, perhaps the biggest challenge of his career.
Florentino suppressed his mixed emotions and said slowly, "Stick to the established plan. Three steps: grand farewell, transfer plan, and future development. Everything must be steady and dignified!"
Compared to previous Champions League award ceremonies, this year's style seemed a bit more complex and grand.
Wang Feng, representing the team, received the trophy from Ceferin and Infantino, walked slowly towards the center of the stage, shouted "one, two, three," and lifted the trophy high above his head. The entire Santiago Bernabéu Stadium resounded with deafening cheers and the thunderous sound of fireworks.
"Congratulations to Real Madrid, congratulations to every player and coach of Real Madrid, and congratulations to Wang Feng!"
"They have won the UEFA Champions League for the tenth consecutive year, adding to the league titles they have already won, the Galacticos have achieved ten consecutive league titles and ten consecutive Champions League titles!"
"This is definitely an unprecedented miracle in the history of modern football. No club has been able to maintain its peak for so many years in the past, and it's unlikely to happen in the future."
"If we talk about the biggest contributor to creating this legend, it's undoubtedly the Chinese superstar. Over the past ten years of wind and rain, although the players around him have changed time and time again, Wang Feng has always been able to lead different players to the top."
"So far, he has won 13 UEFA Champions League trophies as the absolute core of the club, and has been the top scorer in the Champions League for 14 consecutive years. This year is no exception, with 16 goals and 6 assists, his performance is perfect."
"If Real Madrid is the king of the Champions League among clubs, then Wang Feng is the king of the Champions League among players!"
"For such a legendary player, more and more people agree to call him the God of Football. There are various opinions about his future career plans."
"But we believe that no matter where he goes, he will always be the focus of attention and applause!"
"Let us congratulate Real Madrid once again, congratulate their fans, tonight Santiago Bernabéu Stadium belongs to the Galacticos, all the flowers and praises belong to the Galacticos, and the football world belongs to the Galacticos!"
Amidst the flying fireworks and ribbons, the Real Madrid players and their families celebrated wildly. Kova?i?, who lifted the Champions League trophy for the first time, was very excited. He hugged his wife and held his child, constantly taking photos with the trophy, which drew laughter from many regular players, as they had all taken plenty of photos in previous years.
Wang Feng held the award for the best player in the final, looked around with nostalgia, as if he wanted to imprint every smile in his heart.
Unless there were unexpected changes, this would be the last time he wore the jersey of the Galacticos and fought alongside these teammates.
That Ramos guy is so unreliable, can he handle the position of captain well? Iguaín is also leaving, who will be the striker in the future?
Bale's personality is still so eccentric. Without forcibly pulling him to participate in team activities, will he gradually drift away from everyone in the future? Modri? is Wang Feng's most worry-free comrade, with a good character and clear-mindedness. Perhaps he could retire at the Bernabéu in the future.
Kroos's personality is rather dull. Let's hope he doesn't follow in the footsteps of his predecessor, Khedira. Casemiro is quite unconventional. Among Brazilian players, he is rare in being reliable. Can he maintain this in the future?
The low-key Carvajal, the hot-tempered Pepe, the lively Marcelo, as well as Varane, Nacho, Danilo, and Héctor, these young players, how will their future develop?
At this moment, Wang Feng was like a guardian about to leave home, silently watching everything. Lu Yao, who was spiritually connected with him, took the children elsewhere to play, not disturbing him.
In addition to his current teammates, the Chinese superstar also remembered many friends he had fought alongside in the past, such as Sneijder, Robben, Raúl, Di María, and so on.
He thought he had already become indifferent to the storms of the football world, accustomed to various farewells, but when the time came, he still felt a strong reluctance. After all, these were the most glorious ten years of his career!
"Leaving is good, leaving is good," the Chinese superstar murmured to himself, let the most glorious figure be forever frozen here!
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