Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 365 The new European champion!

"Drip~drip~drip!!!"

After 3 minutes of stoppage time, Felix Blüch finally raised his whistle and blew three whistles.

In the stands of the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff, a burst of warm cheers erupted at this moment.

A banner depicting a giant bat fluttered wildly in the Welsh evening wind.

The area close to the Valencia fans was already surrounded by a burst of intense fireworks, and half of the stands were engulfed in clouds and mist.

The only fly in the ointment is that although Valencia has always been a strong team in La Liga, it is still a third-rate club in Europe. Their number of die-hard fans is far less than that of Real Madrid and Barcelona. At the moment, it seems a little sparse and deserted in the huge stadium .

The referee Blüch, holding the game ball, came in front of No. 9 of the white team:

"This is yours."

Lee Polo, who has completed his senior four, of course enjoys the small privilege of collecting game balls.

He took the football and nodded slightly to the referee:

"Thank you."

Blüsch from Germany blinked:
"Do you want to consider developing in the Bundesliga? For example...Bayern Munich?"

Li Boluo laughed:
"There is no problem!"

[As long as the quotation is sincere enough, you can go anywhere in the world!
Even if it is the Chinese Super League, the Indian Super League and the MLS... there is no such sentence! 】
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"Get up, Valencia!
Long live Valencia!
She is the best! "

Accompanied by the melodious Valencia team song, Zakaria is interacting enthusiastically with the fans in the stands.

But when he passed the mixed interview area, he was dragged over by someone:
"Come on, help me hold it for a while!"

Li Poluo couldn't help but stuffed a football into his arms.

Zakaria glanced at the dirty ball and couldn't help frowning:

"I said, Polo, I am also a dignified professional player, can I show some respect..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Li Poluo turn his head:
"Did you say anything?"

Zakaria swallowed:
"I said, what else do you have, I can take another one!"

Li Polo nodded to him, and then turned to the camera with a Champions League Final MVP in his left hand and a Champions League Golden Boot in his right:

"Ah, you just said that I broke Ronaldo's scoring record in a single season?"

After seeing the beautiful female reporter nodding, he gave a hearty smile:
"I really didn't pay attention. Really, a team player like me rarely pays attention to these personal statistics. Compared with personal achievements, I hope that the whole team can achieve more honors!"

Zakaria almost rolled his eyes!

[Who dug up personal data on the spot at several press conferences before, and announced to the world that he is number one in the world? 】

Although the female reporter really wanted to roll her eyes, she still covered her mouth and smiled cooperatively, then shook the waves inadvertently, showing her strong capital:

"Polo, I really want to know, what were you and Ronaldo talking about at the beginning of the second half?"

Lee Polo shook his head politely:

"I would also like to know the content of Mr Zidane's conversation with Mr Materazzi 11 years ago, but..."

He shrugged his shoulders and politely declined the question.

But the female reporter still asked the question from a different angle:
"You mean, you were in the same position as Materazzi was at the time?"

Li Boluo thought for a while, and felt that he still couldn't avoid it.

After all... Because of the shocking crash in 2006, Materazzi has been equated with the villain in football history.But his own reputation... maybe there is still room for salvage?

Maybe.

So he finally chose to answer:
"Well, for the sake of being so charming, I am willing to answer this question, but please keep it secret."

He raised a finger to the camera and made a "secret" gesture:

"I just analyzed the current world football with him rationally and objectively, and then told him a conclusion."

The female reporter praised a meme very cooperatively:

"What conclusion?"

Li Poluo raised the corner of his mouth slightly:
"I told him that last year's Champions League championship is likely to be the last honor in his career. And...whether he or Messi will become history!"

He spread his hands:
"Everyone grows old, but he couldn't accept it, and that's why things got out of control."

The female reporter nodded:
"The last question, where will you go this summer?"

Li Poluo smiled at her, turned and left holding two small trophies:
"England! I will have a successful summer in England!"

The female reporter froze for a moment:
"You know, I'm not asking where you're on vacation!"
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“We are the champions my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end..."

When Queen's well-known "We Are the Champions" resounded over the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff, the Valencia team had already boarded the podium in the center of the venue.

Ceferin, the president of UEFA and a Slovenian, hung gold medals around the necks of players and coaches with a smile on his face.

"Nice job, lad."

"exciting competition!"

While casually encouraging the players in front of him, he turned his gaze to the back of the team.

Finally, the No. 9 player he was waiting for appeared in front of him.

The smile on Ceferin's face was even brighter, and he tried his best to pose in a friendly yet majestic pose, making it easier for the camera to capture.

Because of course he knows that only the photo with this player will definitely be on the important position of the media all over the world!

"Amazing performance, you dominated this final and even the entire previous tournament!"

For the key players, Ceferin certainly has a few more words of praise:

"I'm looking forward to presenting you again in three months' time!"

Lee Polo nodded with a smile.

[If you don't give me an award, I'll smash UEFA's headquarters! 】

Three months later, it will be the beginning of September. According to the usual practice, at this time of year, UEFA will award honors to the best UEFA players of the previous season at the draw ceremony of the new UEFA Champions League group stage.

Although the selection process has not yet started,... even the most critical judges can only admit that at least in 2017, no one can compete with Li Polo for this award!
"Hulahoula!"

"Captain, can you hurry up!"

"Your wife is about to give birth!"

In a burst of giggling and urging, Valencia captain Parejo, who came on stage last, took the championship trophy from Ceferin, and then came among his teammates.

"Guys! Turn up your cheers!"

He blinked, and then everyone counted down to three together, holding the trophy high!

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The live fireworks exploded, and golden and silver-white ribbons and platinum flakes were sprinkled from the sky.

Zakaria, Tropi, and Ayala shook the celebratory champagne they had prepared long ago, then opened the cork, and sprayed wildly towards the most crowded area!
Colorful fireworks were sprayed on the periphery of the stadium, reflecting the entire Welsh night sky like daytime!

The "Bat Legion" from Spain won the first Champions League trophy in team history at this moment!
Lin Peter, the big owner of the club standing on the periphery, also showed the happiest smile since he acquired the team.

His investment has ushered in the biggest return!

Now, it's time to reap a wave of benefits!

(End of this chapter)