After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 586 - 0240 Milan Chairman’s Good Deed (Please Subscribe)

"Champions!!!"

"Champions!!!"

"Real Madrid are the champions!!!"

In the cheers of the fans,

Real Madrid’s substitutes and coaching staff rushed onto the field.

Huang Kaiwen had barely taken a step when he was surrounded by his teammates.

Cassano tried to toss Huang Kaiwen into the air, but was thwarted by Capello and Ramos’s joint strike.

Watching the star-surrounded number ten of Real Madrid,

The Athens Olympic Stadium was stirring.

There is a sport that makes people forget their faith, forget their skin color, forget their class—whether they’re wearing a cross or a headscarf, they all cheer for the same player, the same goal.

The 55,000-capacity Athens Olympic Stadium gave their applause to the number ten of Real Madrid, to Real Madrid.

The last player to receive applause from Manchester United fans was also a Real Madrid player.

Ronaldo had conquered the hearts of Manchester United fans at Old Trafford.

Huang Kaiwen conquered the whole world in Athens.

The two men wore different numbers, played different positions, had different styles of play.

But in the hearts of Manchester United fans, they were equally terrifying.

Their players had given their all, yet they were still unable to prevent the goal.

The field is over a hundred meters long, and players can sprint from one end to the other in a rush.

But the gap of several dozen meters between the two teams felt as vast as the distance between heaven and earth.

Whether it’s 90 minutes, 120, or a penalty shootout, there is never two victors on the green field.

Only against the backdrop of the loser’s dejection does the victor taste the sweetness of success.

The young Red Devils faced defeat in their first Champions League final.

Losing the highest level match in the world of football after 90 minutes and missing out on the Champions League Trophy is a cruel fate.

Tasting the bitterness of defeat, the young Red Devils were in tears.

Even with a bright future ahead, who could guess whether tomorrow might be filled with unexpected events?

Scholes, Giggs... these veterans with hands on their hips looked around the stadium.

At their age, in their thirties, they couldn’t guarantee another final.

Even with countless medals, they longed for the next one.

The Champions League Trophy was the best affirmation for their decade or two of running on the green pitch.

Unfortunately, Sheringham had left for London, and Solskjaer’s magic was no more.

Ferguson walked onto the field with heavy steps, going to each disciple, offering them a hug.

Picking up those young Red Devils who were either kneeling or lying down.

Whispering "Well done" into their ears, which made these young men start to cry again.

Losing the final is far more painful than being knocked out in the group stage.

But they were still young and had a bright future ahead of them.

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Huang Kaiwen and his teammates walked to the edge of the field.

To thank the fans who had traveled far and wide.

After raising his teammates’ hands a few times, Cassano asked, "Aren’t we going to do a special celebration?"

"What celebration?" Huang Kaiwen asked.

"Like a dance or something, to really show off," Cassano said bluntly.

Having won the Champions League, he was so excited he felt like he was about to explode.

Now he had to do something to release his pent-up emotions.

With a smile, Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said, "No need."

Confused, Cassano watched as Huang Kaiwen walked to the sidelines.

Huang Kaiwen waved to the stands, leading to countless screams from the fans.

He, Huang Kai, had already booked the Champions League MVP and tomorrow’s headlines; there was no need to show off his presence as if he’d never won before, needlessly dropping his cool.

"Can we swap shirts?" Rooney approached Huang Kaiwen and asked.

"Of course," Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

He took off his jersey and handed it to Rooney.

"Kevin, Kevin!!!"

"Kevin, call me!!!"

"Kevin, I’m willing to do anything for you!!!"

Nearby, the stands erupted with piercing shrieks.

Excited female fans covered their mouths with one hand and frantically waved everything they could grabbed with the other.

Fans sitting next to them would probably have to spend extra on an ear check after the match.

"You’re really popular with the pretty girls," Rooney said enviously.

"You could be too," Huang Kaiwen said.

Rooney’s bad reputation was entirely his own doing.

"Let’s go change and get ready for the awards ceremony," Raul urged as he approached.

"Then I’ll go first," Huang Kaiwen said, waving to Rooney as he headed off to change with his teammates.

The Real Madrid players lined up in two rows alongside the players’ tunnel, applauding their opponents, Manchester United, of the day. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The United players hurried onto the stage to receive their medals and left the stage even faster.

Some of the younger Meringues began to tear up, much like the young Red Devils who had just collected their awards.

The same tears represented different emotions.

The Real Madrid players headed for the podium, while the Athens Olympic Stadium chanted Huang Kaiwen’s name.

"Saint Kevin!"

"Saint Kevin!"

"Saint Kevin!"

In a team sport, victory belongs to the entire team.

Yet at the most glorious moment, the fans chanted only one person’s name.

In any other team, this would surely lead to discord, but Real Madrid’s players felt it was only right.

Several Real Madrid players joined in the rowdiness, even more enthusiastic than the fans.

Raul, smiling, went up to collect his award; Huang Kaiwen followed right behind him.

Di Stefano reached out his hand and said, "Nobody was better than you."

"Thank you!"

"Your performance was excellent; the young lads just lost to an unbeatable opponent," Bobby Charlton said with a smile as he shook hands with Huang Kaiwen.

He was disappointed that Manchester United didn’t win the championship, but with his age and experience, he had learned to take many things in stride.

"Thank you, your achievements are also an inspiration to me," Huang Kaiwen said earnestly.

The story of Manchester United’s resurgence was as inspiring as a motivational film.

Especially with the contrasting story of Turin, it highlighted the preciousness of Manchester United’s revival all the more.