My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 212 Europa League Championship, Ending and Starting Point
Inter Milan's counterattack in the next two and 10 minutes did not make waves.

It seems that before such a goal, the championship competition is irrelevant.

"Only the champion deserves this goal... Compared with this goal full of artistic beauty, the champion will also be eclipsed." The commentator's praise became the audience to witness this goal. voice.

At the last moment, Stramaccioni sent on Guarin, Milito and Coutinho at once.

The aging Zanetti gritted his teeth and wanted to run to the outside of Arsenal's defense zone to provide support. According to the original plan, Maicon could replace him, but Stramaccioni left the substitution opportunity to the midfielder. He had no choice.

Inter Milan's counterattack was lackluster. The combination of Koscielny and Mertesacker became more stable. They made no more mistakes. Carvajal and Monreal also handled their respective defense areas cleanly.

The occasional long-range shot, even if it was on target, was pocketed by Szczesny.

This may be the most solid defense Arsenal have had in years.

At this time, no one doubted that Arsenal was a higher-level team - their future was limitless.

Inter Milan's last shot was a long-range shot from Guarin. The shot was high and far. After it flew off the baseline, the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

Arsenal defeated Inter Milan two to one and won the 2012-13 UEFA Europa League title.

If you add in their League Cup win, it's a double crown season.

The Amsterdam Arena became Arsenal's home ground, and Inter Milan fans left silently, leaving some die-hard fans behind to cheer their team on despite defeat.

Not many people are optimistic about Inter Milan, and the results of the game proved that Arsenal is indeed the better team.

This team that was once glorious but did not have its name engraved on the Champions League trophy, this team that has always been debated as whether it is a European giant or not, used their performance to tell Europe that the moment of proof is coming.

Massimo Moratti sat in the stands expressionlessly and did not leave.

Stramaccioni finally looked back at the stands. He couldn't see Moratti, but he knew Moratti was looking at him.

That's it, it's over.

From this moment on, his coaching career at Inter Milan comes to an end.

Still not a happy ending, Stramaccioni thought.

Chen Yao walked towards him, and Stramaccioni shook hands with the Arsenal coach.

"Congratulations," Stramaccioni said softly, "I'm envious."

Then he smiled again and said, "Maybe most coaches in Europe would be envious. Mr. Coach, you are a genius. Congratulations."

"Thanks, Andrea. I hope you find the opportunity too. We all love this job, don't we?"

Stramaccioni has left. He is going back to the Inter Milan team to say his final goodbyes.

Chen Yao also walked towards his team members. The red and white ocean rolled in front of his eyes, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

we are the champion!
Chen Yao wanted to shout, "We are the king of Europe," but he kept the words in his stomach.

The King of Europe needs more proof, but he will prove it.

He and the coaching staff and players thanked the fans together. He was thrown up and looked at the Dutch sky.

It's like a dream.

……

"Does it look like a dream?"

Chen Yao asked himself.

The locker room was empty, there were champagne stains on the floor, and the room was not tidy, but it was unrealistic to ask a group of ecstatic players to behave honestly.

Chen Yao was sitting in a corner of the locker room. The award ceremony was over. He raised the championship trophy. The players were very excited. Everyone made a fuss in the locker room for a while. Now they all took a shower and left here exhausted, ready to go back. London.Lillo and Bergkamp invited him to have a drink. Chen Yao agreed, but he didn't want to go immediately.

He wanted to be quiet and alone for a while.

So unreal.

Chen Yao still remembers a movie he watched called "Inception", in which the protagonist uses a spinning top to determine whether he is in a dream or reality.

He didn't have a top, and he tried to find something similar, but found nothing.

This is his first season as an independent coach. His team started off with a stumble, with ups and downs, and made great progress, winning the Europa League championship, the League Cup championship and the third place in the league.

If he were a novelist, he would write a more exaggerated plot, such as winning the Premier League and Champions League as soon as he debuted.

But this was not a novel, he thought. If he had to find an explanation, it could only be a dream.

He left the familiar world, came to this place, soared like a rocket, and led his beloved team to set sail.

There is no need to worry about reality and fiction.

He put on a clean shirt, stuffed the crumpled clothes stained with champagne into his backpack, and was about to get up when the door to the locker room was pushed open.

"Long time no see." The old French man pushed the door open and said with a smile.

"Mr. Wenger..." Chen Yao stood up, "You are here."

"Let me take a look." Wenger stood in the middle of the locker room, a familiar position. He often stood in this position to talk to the players.

The sense of déjà vu made Wenger's expression move slightly. He calmed down his breathing and said with a smile: "Congratulations to you. I am happy for my choice and persistence."

"Boss..."

"No, I'm not, and there's no need to call me that." Wenger shook his head, "After leaving, I don't want to disturb the team."

"gentlemen……"

"I gave everything to this team, I'm not afraid to say that - and I feel guilty. I wasn't able to take it to greater heights... It may or may not be a permanent regret, because you can Help me fulfill our dreams, won’t you?”

Wenger looked at his former assistant with a smile.

"Yes, sir, yes." Chen Yao also smiled, "We can all see that scene."

"Congratulations. You are a genius, just like you were when you first came to my office. I was right." Wenger stepped forward and patted Chen Yao on the shoulder.

"By the way, Arsene." Chen Yao suddenly looked at Wenger.

"what happened?"

"I want to ask a question. Will you... return to Arsenal?"

"That's true." Wenger sighed. "Arsenal wants to invite me back to be the team president."

"I plan to refuse. I will talk to Josh Kroenke tonight and I will tell him this decision. I left this team because I think there is a more suitable person to lead it for me." The Frenchman Smile, "I won't affect our team."

"Arsena, come back. Just treat it as my request." Chen Yao said.

"If my existence brings me the ball... no." Wenger smiled, "If it brings the slightest harm to Arsenal, I will choose to disappear."

"You deserve it, Arsene. And, your presence will make this team better - you can help us in many places, you set the tone and the background of this team. Your love It’s time to let go, but now is not the time.”

"I feel like I've reached my end, Chen."

"No, Arsène - this is just the starting point."

(End of this chapter)