Chapter 768 We Are the Champions, We Are the Kings of Europe! (Seeking Monthly Ticket Subscription)

Fang Jue's nerves were tense, and he stared at the field.

Then he heard the whistle.

In the noisy stadium, the whistle was so clear.

first sound.

Then, the second sound.

The third whistle sounded.

That's the three whistles for the end of the game.

Fang Jue's side was originally full of players, but now they all opened their arms wildly and rushed into the court.

Werner hugged Ceballos all at once, and the two old men jumped up and down.

In the stadium, at the moment the whistle sounded, Milner was in control of the ball. When he heard the whistle, he looked at the referee to confirm that the game was over, and then kicked the football into the air with a big foot, and started to run excitedly with his arms open.

The other players also went crazy and started running, hugging and cheering.

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

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

"Twenty-nine years ago, Aston Villa defeated the mighty Bayern Munich 1-0 in the European Champions Cup final and stood on the top of Europe. Twenty-nine years later, they came back and they stood on the top of Europe again. The pinnacle, dominating Europe for the second time!"

"Two years ago, Director Fang Jue and his wife jointly acquired Aston Villa. In the first year, they won the English League Cup and the Premier League. This season, they defended the Premier League and the League Cup again. Now , They defeated the powerful Barcelona and stood on the top of Europe, a new triple crown was born!" Howe shouted excitedly, "Five years ago, he started in the Spanish Football League B, the Spanish League B, 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 to them!"

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

He looked up and saw his players celebrating wildly.

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

Many reporters flocked to interview him, and now every word he said is delicious and a part of history.

Fang Jue ignored these reporters, and he went straight to the Barcelona coach's bench.

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

Fang Jue opened his mouth and watched Guardiola leave straight away, walking towards the pitch 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 young coach couldn't hide his excitement, "I like champions!"

The flashing lights 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 the reporter's siege, he pointed to the field, "I want to be with them now, they are the biggest contributors, sorry."

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In the camera, the young and handsome coach strides into the stadium. There are many reporters in front of him and behind him. They are carrying cameras, holding topics, recording pens, and following closely. The flash lights are on from time to time, illuminating his future. On the back road, build a different kind of glorious red carpet.

He saw Ronaldo kneeling on the field, 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 the European champion."

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

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

Then he walked over to Ballack, the red-eyed German veteran who was being interviewed by German television.

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.

Barak was also laughing, laughing, laughing, tears streaming down his face.

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

Bale, Milner, Abang Raho, they were hugging each other, shouting excitedly.

Aston Villa's captain Deisler was calling the whole team together, and then, everyone held hands and rushed to the side of the stand in a gliding state, which attracted huge cheers from the Aston Villa fans in the stand.

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

Many older fans were wiping away tears and couldn't contain their excitement.

The camera locked on a white-haired female fan in the stands of the new Wembley Stadium. She hugged the black and white photo album tightly in her arms. It was her husband. Twenty-nine years ago, Aston Victoria La stood at the top of Europe. Her husband, an ordinary fan who was engraved with Aston Villa's brand from birth to death, witnessed the team's glory through live TV from his 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 after twenty-nine years.

"Joel, did you see that?" The gray-haired old man looked up at the night sky in London, where the stars were twinkling, and there he was.

Hugs and high fives with every player, thanking them for their hard work and dedication.

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

He finally stopped and accepted interviews from the media, to be precise, the CCTV media of his home country, and other media did the interviews at random.

"Director 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 fans across the country?"

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

"Do you have anything to say to Chinese footballers?" The reporter asked such a question.

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

The reporter wanted to continue asking, but Fang Jue waved his hand, indicating that it was over.

He ignored the siege and retention of the reporters, and walked towards the entrance of the player tunnel. His players had already left the field under the arrangement of the assistant coach. They went to the locker room to change the championship T-shirts specially prepared by the club for the championship. , and then back to the stadium, it is time to receive the gold medal and the trophy of the top of Europe.

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

Through the door, the locker room seemed to be very quiet, without the sound of crazy celebrations.

Is something wrong?

He opened the door and entered.

Then loud cheers sounded, and just as Fang Jue was about to speak, Milner and Bell, who were ambushing behind the door, yelled and poured champagne bottles.

"You guys!" Fang Jue opened his mouth, and was immediately poured several mouthfuls of champagne.

He gulped it down, it was sweet.

"Welcome our champion coach—Boss Fang Jue!"

Under the leadership of Deisler and Ronaldo, everyone screamed, and more champagne was sprayed.

Fang Jue is extremely embarrassed now, like a drowned rat.

"My new clothes," shouted the young head coach.

Everyone laughed.

The carnival begins.

The players took champagne and beer as weapons, sprayed each other, and occasionally drank a few sips. The atmosphere was warm and crazy.

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

champion!

champion!

We are kings of Europe!

Looking at the noisy locker room, seeing several players even stripped off, running around with their birds upright, Fang Jue couldn't laugh or cry.

He wiped his watch, looked at the time, and clapped his hands, "Okay, guys, go take a shower, put on a championship T-shirt, and don't keep Barcelona people waiting."

There was another round of cheers and whoops.

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The staff pushed open the door and was immediately sprayed with champagne. They wiped their cheeks helplessly and shouted, "Mr. Fang Jue, it's time for you to return to the stadium to receive the award."

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

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

In the end, under the sound of "screaming" from the coaching staff, everyone took a battle bath and changed the championship T-shirts.

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

Just like this, wearing this wet clothes that smelled of champagne, he led his disciples towards the stadium.

For this matter, the frustrated and disappointed Barcelona players have been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Fang Jue returning with a large group of Aston Villa players in good spirits, their expressions were complicated.

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The podium has been set up.

The first is the awarding of the runner-up.

The players of Aston Villa ignored their opponents who received the silver medal.

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

He likes it.

It's the turn of the champions.

Huge cheers erupted from the stands.

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

When Ronaldo took the stage to accept the award, the cheers reached its peak.

Aston Villa fans thanked the Brazilian veteran for his comeback and congratulated him on realizing his dream.

Fang Jue was the penultimate one to receive the award.

He took the gold from Platini.

"Congratulations, Fang, your team is a model, very good, very good." Platini smiled and congratulated.

This is not just a polite congratulations, Platini really appreciates Aston Villa very much.

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

In his view, Aston Villa is undoubtedly the best example.

Aston Villa has excellent results, and Fang Jue is also good at training young people.

Aston Villa can make a lot of money by selling people in the transfer market in almost every transfer period. In this case, they can still maintain a good record, and now they are standing on the top of Europe. This makes Pra Tiny was very proud.

He sees this as part of his legacy.

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

Those giants who can only wave checkbooks, look at Aston Villa, this is a model of healthy development of a team.

Fang Jue politely thanked Platini for his praise and congratulations.

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

Aston Villa captain Sebastian Deisler was the last to receive the award.

Platini put the gold medal on Deisler and held the hand of the German veteran, "Basti, you are a great player, a great player deserves any praise, congratulations to you and your teammates."

"Thank you, Monsieur Platini."

Desler's eyes were fixed on the shining big ear cup.

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

Deisler took the trophy almost instantly.

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

The teammates became restless, and they counted silently:

three!

two!

one!

"we are--"

"champion!"

Everyone yelled.

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

At the same time, countless red streamers were sprayed down from the roof of the new Wembley Stadium, and golden streamers were sprayed behind the podium.

Over the sky of the new Wembley Stadium, brilliant fireworks bloomed.

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

In Birmingham City, in bars, at home, in front of the big screen at Villa Park, huge cheers resounded, and finally converged into one sentence:

we are the champion!

we are the champion!

We are kings of Europe!

"Congratulations to Aston Villa, congratulations to Fang Jue, congratulations to Deisler, congratulations to Ronaldo, congratulations to Ballack, congratulations to Bale, congratulations to Shevchenko, congratulations to them, they are the Champions League champions in the 2010/2011 season, they deserve it King of Europe!"

Fang Jue was dazzled by the brilliant fireworks and flashing lights. He raised his head and clenched his fists.

Champions League champions.

Feeling like the king of Europe...

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