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Chapter 1264: Chapter 379: The Duke’s Ambition

As he stepped into the penalty area, Ramos made a gentle leap, and the ball bounced off his head, sailing cleanly into the goal past Valdes.

Beep,

Beep,

Beep——

as the whistle sounded.

The Chelsea coaching staff and substitutes madly rushed onto the field.

Mourinho sprinted with his arms wide open, roaring out his emotions.

He wanted to show those who once underestimated him, those people from Barca, Cruyff and others, that he, José Mourinho, clinched the European championship by trampling over Barca’s glory.

Angry from the loss, Valdes clashed with Mourinho, but Mourinho stubbornly held up his hand.

Ballack also excitedly rushed toward the camera.

While the other Chelsea players weren’t as animated as them, their emotions weren’t far off.

Today’s victory was hard-won, making the joy of triumph so intense.

Huang Kaiwen was already helped to the substitutes’ bench by Mata and Ramos for rest.

After delivering the final assist, he had sat directly on the ground, his legs now completely weak.

Ashley Cole came over wanting to pull Huang Kaiwen for celebration, but Ramos directly pushed him away.

Splotches appeared gradually among the stands.

Barca fans, much like the players lying on the ground, felt as if something was missing inside.

The emptiness brought by being runners-up far outweighed everything.

They tried, but in the end, gained nothing.

No one remembers the runner-up.

This emptiness, this longing for honor, will spur the losers to continue their pursuit of glory in the future.

Chelsea fans and local fans were celebrating together, singing that song.

”We are the champions, we are the champions...”

After sitting for a while, Huang Kaiwen stood up and walked onto the field with his teammates.

”Saint Kevin!”

”Saint Kevin!”

”Saint Kevin!”

The Stadio Olimpico Rome erupted in a storm of cheers.

Even though he passed by Messi, Huang Kaiwen still didn’t greet him.

His position in Catalonia was already quite delicate; losing often led to being called out by the newspapers, and if the Yellow Ball King greeted him now, Messi would gain yet another blame after the match.

As Messi went back through the tunnel to prepare for the award ceremony, he watched Huang Kaiwen, shining bright on the field, with his teammates closely following behind.

He still sighed.

It wasn’t the atmosphere of Real Madrid that was good; it was the atmosphere of Kevin’s team that was good.

If possible, he too wanted to play in a team with a better atmosphere.

Going up the stage with his teammates to receive the award, he quickly departed again.

Having experienced many failures, Messi also grew quite a bit.

He didn’t know what the future held, but he believed that as long as he worked hard and never gave up, he would eventually win everything.

Next were the Chelsea players.

Ballack was already crying his heart out.

Men’s tears don’t fall easily, unless truly saddened.

From being the ’King of Runners-up’ at Leverkusen, to having a slap from a teammate a month ago.

Eight years passed in between.

Eight years filled with disrespect and ridicule, even those players worth only millions dared to directly ask him if he had a Champions League title.

He waited for today like it had been forever.

The scene felt almost unreal to him.

Ballack felt that even heaven couldn’t compare to tonight’s Rome.

If he died here, he would leave this world with a smile.

As he went up with his teammates to receive the award, Ballack tried to control his emotions.

But the tears flowed like a bursting dam, wiping them once, twice, they still came.

”Your performance today was outstanding, as always.”

Platini said with a smile.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t bow, he directly took the medal from his hand and turned away.

The Yellow Ball King not speaking doesn’t mean he has no temper.

Platini stood there, his expression quite remarkable.

One by one, the Chelsea players descended from the podium, and the atmosphere grew increasingly energetic.

Everyone posed at the archway of the UEFA Champions victory.

Ramos felt this scene was familiar, as this marked his third consecutive year winning the Champions League.

”Kevin, come to the front!”

Terry waved and shouted.

Abramovich and Mourinho stood together with the coaching staff.

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said: ”Let Michael lift the cup with you.”

Upon hearing Huang Kaiwen say this, Terry immediately called Ballack over.

Ballack gave Huang Kaiwen a grateful look.

Not because of a spot, but because he felt a respect that he never felt from players of his own country.

As the crowd counted down, Ballack and Terry lifted the trophy together.

A shower of golden confetti fell in the Stadio Olimpico Rome.

”Let’s congratulate Huang Kaiwen and Chelsea for winning the 2008-2009 Champions League, Huang Kaiwen has won the Champions League five years in a row, successfully replicating the achievements of Stefano and Gento.”

”Hehe, Huang Kaiwen always attends the victory celebrations every year, winning five consecutive Champions League titles from the start of his professional career; fans previously suggested UEFA should give Huang Kaiwen a Champions League trophy for permanent retention, I think that’s a great idea.”

”This year’s Champions League final remained spectacular, Barca demonstrated a strong ball control, but Huang Kaiwen still decided the championship destiny.”

Ramos pulled Huang Kaiwen for a photo.

Otherwise, Huang Kaiwen wanted to leave directly.

Players’ families entered the field, making the scene even livelier.

Little George rushed straight into Huang Kaiwen’s arms, some less attentive Chelsea fans were perplexed, thinking he was Huang Kaiwen’s son.