Chapter 761： We are the champions, we are the kings of Europe!

Chapter 768 We are the champions, we are the king of Europe! (Seeking monthly pass subscription)

Fang Jue's nerves tightened, staring at the court.

Then he heard the whistle.

In the noisy stadium, the whistle was so clear.

First sound.

Then, the second sound.

The third whistle sounded.

These are the three whistles at the end of the game.

Fang Jue was already full of players standing next to him, but at this time they all opened their arms crazily and rushed into the court.

Werner hugged Ceballos, and the two old men jumped and jumped.

In the stadium, at the moment when the whistle sounded, Milner was in possession of the ball. He heard the whistle. He looked at the referee to confirm that the game was over, then kicked the football in the air with a big foot, opened his arms and started running excitedly.

The other players were crazy and started running, hugging and cheering.

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"The game is over! The game is over! The champion belongs to Aston Villa!"

"The game is over! The game is over! Aston Villa is five to two Barcelona, ​​they are European champions! They are the kings of Europe in the 2010/2011 season!"

"Twenty-nine years ago, Aston Villa defeated the mighty Bayern Munich 1-0 in the UEFA Champions League final and stood on the top of Europe. Twenty-nine years later, they came back and they stood in Europe again. At the peak, for the second time to dominate Europe!"

"Two years ago, Fang Jue and his wife bought Aston Villa together. They won the English League Cup and the Premier League in the first year. This season, they defended the Premier League and League Cup again. Now , They defeated the mighty Barcelona and stood on the top of Europe, and a new triple crown was born!" He Wei shouted excitedly, "Five years ago, he started in the Spanish Football League B, the Spanish League, La Liga, La Liga champions, La Liga champions, UEFA Cup champions, Copa del Rey champions and then to dominate the Premier League and Europe, he did it!"

"Congratulations to Aston Villa, congratulations to Fang Jue, they are the European champions this season! Congratulations!"

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At the moment when the whistle sounded, Fang Jue only felt his scalp numb, and his nerves filled his nerves with great joy.

He looked up and saw his players celebrating wildly.

He looked around, and the Aston Villa fans in the stands embraced wildly, shouted, and celebrated.

Numerous reporters rushed to interview him, and now every word he said is sweet and part of history.

Fang Jue ignored these reporters and went straight to the Barcelona coaching bench.

Guardiola's expression was gloomy, he didn't even say a word of congratulations, but just touched Fang Jue's hand and took it away.

Fang Jue opened his mouth and watched Guardiola leave and walked to the stadium to comfort the Barcelona players.

Still so rude.

Then Fang Jue was surrounded by reporters.

"Mr. Fang Jue, Mr. Fang Jue."

"Coach Fang Jue, can you tell me how you feel now?"

"Very good, very good!" Aston Villa's young marshal couldn't hide his excitement, "I, like the champion!"

The flashing light made Fang Jue feel dizzy for a short time. He was so excited. At this moment, he felt that he was the most successful and happiest person in the world.

"Coach Fang Jue, can you talk about your tactics for today's game?"

Fang Jue pushed away from the reporter's encirclement. He pointed to the court, "I want to be with them now, they are the biggest heroes, sorry."

...

In the camera, the young and handsome coach strode into the court. Before and behind him were numerous reporters. They carried cameras, talked and recorded pens, and followed closely. The flashes lit up from time to time to illuminate his future. On the back road, construct a different kind of glorious red carpet.

He saw Ronaldo kneeling in the court and the Brazilian was wiping tears.

"Hey, why are you crying?" Fang Jue pulled Ronaldo up and hugged him, "Ronnie, you should be happy, you should be happy, you are now a European champion."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Ronaldo hugged Fang Jue tightly and shouted, Fang Jue's cheeks sticky with tears.

Fang Jue patted Ronaldo on the shoulder, "Laugh, be happy, Ronnie."

Then he walked to Barak, the German veteran with red eyes, was being interviewed by German TV.

Seeing Fang Jue, Barack rushed up and hugged him, "Boss, thank you, thank you."

"Michael, you are also a Grand Slam now." Fang Jue laughed.

Barack was also smiling, smiling, smiling, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Shevchenko draped the Ukrainian flag and was running, just like the scene at Old Trafford eight years ago.

Bell, Milner, Abangraho, they were hugging each other and yelling excitedly.

Aston Villa’s captain, Deisler, was calling the entire team to assemble. Then, everyone hand in hand, gliding towards the side of the stands, drew huge cheers from the Aston Villa fans in the stands.

...

At this moment, in Birmingham, huge cheers were also resounding, and the fans jumped and jumped, cheering and celebrating.

Many elderly fans are wiping tears, and they can't help themselves with excitement.

The camera focused on a gray-haired female fan in the stands of the New Wembley Stadium. Her arms clung to the black and white photo album. It was her husband. Twenty-nine years ago, Aston Wei Standing on the top of Europe, her husband, an ordinary fan with the brand of Aston Villa engraved from birth to death, witnessed the glory of the team through live TV in the hospital bed and passed away with a smile.

Twenty-nine years later, she brought him to the scene to witness the team's glory again twenty-nine years later.

"Joel, did you see it?" The gray-haired old man looked up at the night sky of London, where the stars were twinkling.

Hug and high-five every player, thank them for their hard work and dedication.

Fang Jue even walked over to comfort his friends Messi and Iniesta in Barcelona.

He finally stopped and accepted an interview from the media. To be precise, it was the CCTV media interview in his home country. All other media interviewed.

"Guide Fang Jue, this is the first time a Chinese coach has led a team to win the UEFA Champions League. Do you have anything to say to the national fans?"

"Thank you to all the fans who supported me and Aston Villa. The first time is always the most difficult. I hope this is just the beginning and we will not stop moving forward."

"What do you want to say to Chinese footballers?" The reporter asked such a question.

"Football is football. Football has its own rules. If you develop according to the rules of football, you will succeed one day."

The reporter continued to ask, Fang Jue waved his hand to indicate that it was over.

He ignored the encirclement and retention of the reporters, and walked towards the entrance of the player's tunnel. His players had already left the field under the arrangement of the assistant coach. They went to the dressing room to change the championship T-shirts specially prepared by the club for the championship. , And then back to the stadium, is to receive the gold medal, and to win the trophy of the top of Europe.

...

Fang Jue stood at the door of the locker room, and he tidied up his clothes.

Across the door, the locker room seemed very quiet, with no crazy celebratory sounds.

What happened?

He pushed in.

Then there was a huge cheer, Fang Jue was about to speak, Milner and Bell, who were ambushing behind the door, wailed and poured the champagne bottle.

"You guys!" Fang Jue opened his mouth and was immediately filled with a few mouthfuls of champagne.

He swallowed, sweet.

"Welcome to our champion coach-Boss Fang Jue!"

Under the leadership of Dessler and Ronaldo, everyone screamed and more champagne spurted.

Fang Jue was in an unusually embarrassed situation now, as if he was a poor man.

"My new clothes," the young coach shouted.

Everyone laughed.

The carnival began.

The players carried champagne and beer as weapons, sprayed each other, and drank a few mouthfuls from time to time. The atmosphere was warm and crazy.

Ronaldo was the most emotional. The Brazilian veteran, shirtless, carrying a bottle, climbed onto the table, almost roaring, leading everyone to shout over and over again:

champion!

champion!

We are the king of Europe!

Looking at the noisy locker room, watching a few players even stripped naked, running around making noise with the birds, Fang Jue couldn't laugh or cry.

He wiped his watch, checked the time, clapped his hands, "Well, guys, go take a shower, put on a champion T-shirt, don't let the Barcelona people wait for long."

There was another burst of cheers and wow.

...

The staff opened the door and was immediately sprayed with champagne, wiped their cheeks helplessly, and shouted, "Mr. Fang Jue, you should go back to the stadium to accept your prize."

After that, seeing the players continue to'attack' him, the staff hurriedly closed the door and ran away.

Everyone laughed again. After a hard season, standing on the top of Europe, everyone's tense emotions were completely released. Now is the time to indulge and be happy.

In the end, amidst the ‘huh’ of the coaching staff, everyone took a battle bath and replaced the champion T-shirts.

"Very good, very energetic." Fang Jue had already wiped his clothes with a towel and nodded in satisfaction.

In this way, wearing this wet suit with the smell of champagne, he led his disciples toward the stadium.

This matter, the frustrated and lost Barcelona players have been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Fang Jue returning with a large number of Aston Villa players, their expressions were complicated.

...

The podium has been set up.

The first is the award of the runner-up.

Aston Villa's players ignored the opponents who received the silver medal, they were joking and clamoring.

Fang Jue stood there, watching the Barcelona people go up one by one to receive the silver medal.

He likes this feeling.

It's the championship's turn.

Great cheers erupted from the stands.

Aston Villa players took the stage one after the other to receive the gold medal.

When Ronaldo came on stage to accept the award, the cheers on the scene reached its peak.

Aston Villa’s fans thank the Brazilian veteran for his comeback and congratulate him on his dream.

Fang Jue was the second to last to accept the award.

He took the gold medal from Platini.

"Congratulations, Fang, your team is a model, very good, very good." Platini said congratulations with a smile.

This is not just a polite congratulation, Platini really appreciates Aston Villa.

After Platini came to power, he aimed to promote the development of small teams, and at the same time formulated more and more stringent fiscal fairness policies to limit the large-scale investment of giants.

In his opinion, Aston Villa is undoubtedly the best model.

Aston Villa performed well, and Fang Jue was also good at training young people.

Aston Villa can make a fortune in the transfer market by selling people in almost every transfer period. In this case, it can still maintain a good record. Now it is on the top of Europe. This makes Pula Tiny was very proud.

He regarded this as part of his political achievements.

In a word, Platini is very satisfied, very happy, he even deliberately set Aston Villa as a benchmark and model.

Those giants who only wield a checkbook, look at Aston Villa, this is a model of the healthy development of a team.

Fang Jue politely thanked Platini for his compliments and congratulations.

He was even speculating that perhaps it was precisely because of Platini's attitude that Aston Villa did not suffer from those messy things.

Aston Villa captain Sebastian Desler was the last to take the stage to receive the award.

Platini put the gold medal on Desler and shook the hand of the German veteran, "Basti, you are a great player. A great player deserves any compliments. Congratulations to you and your teammates."

"Thank you, Mr. Platini."

Dessler's gaze kept staring at the shining big ear cup.

Platini smiled, took the trophy with both hands, and handed it to Deisler, "Now, she is yours!"

Deisler took the trophy almost instantly.

He turned around and looked at his teammates around him. He saw Ronaldo's hot eyes and Bell's excited eyes.

The teammates began to restlessly, they were silently counting:

three!

two!

One!

"We are--"

"champion!"

Everyone shouted.

Deisler held the big ear cup with both hands and held it high.

At the same time, countless red ribbons sprayed down from the roof of the New Wembley Stadium, and golden ribbons sprayed behind the podium.

Over the new Wembley Stadium, brilliant fireworks bloom.

In the stands, Aston Villa fans raised their arms and shouted.

In the city of Birmingham, in the bar, at home, in front of the big screen of the Villa Park Stadium, huge cheers resounded, and finally gathered into one sentence:

we are the champion!

we are the champion!

We are the king of Europe!

"Congratulations to Aston Villa congratulations Fang Jue, congratulations Deisler, congratulations Ronaldo, congratulations Barak, congratulations Bell, congratulations Shevchenko, congratulations to them, they are the European champions of the 2010/2011 season League champions, they are the well-deserved kings of Europe!"

Fang Jue lost his eyes amid the brilliant fireworks and flashing flashes. He raised his head and clenched his fists.

The Champions League champion.

The feeling of the king of Europe...

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