The Ball at Your Feet

"Cheers!"

Until the evening, when everyone in the hotel was drunk, they were still celebrating.

"Hey, Stephen, your wine is gone, what do you want to drink? Apple Martini or..."

"Say it again, stop joking! I really lost that bet! I'm just joking."

"Oh, okay, stop teasing him, he is angry, Harvey, give him a kiss and comfort him..." Garcia's joke was interrupted by Gerrard again.

Everyone was a little drunk, they didn't even have time to go back to Liverpool, and even when they were still in the locker room, they almost got themselves drunk. And all the way back to the hotel, their celebration never stopped. Everyone kept singing and dancing, wondering whether it was alcohol or champions that made them happy.

It is not an exaggeration to say what a victory this is.

"We defeated Juventus! We defeated Chelsea! We defeated Milan! Now, with any team in front of us, I believe that we can definitely win! We have won! We are Europe Champion! Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

Throughout the night, everyone on the team was immersed in such joy.

It has been 20 years since Liverpool won the Champions League last time. For Liverpool, this award is so incredible: before Christmas, they were desperate to qualify for the Champions League knockouts, and now they are celebrating. Victory in the Champions League final.

How colorful and incredible our season is!

Amidst the noise, Zhao Yaning also drank a little too much. Normally, he doesn't drink, but how can he not drink tonight?

One night, he has received countless congratulatory calls. Gyuli, Rothen, Squillach, Pulsau... his old teammates all praised him for defending the Champions League.

"I knew, you can do it!" On the other end of the phone, Squelach's voice was very excited, "What a beautiful goal! This is the result of training with me! Good job, brother, like this Goals, just like my teammate!"

"You played beautifully, you are better than me now." Jiuli's voice was deliberately suppressed, "All our teammates are sitting in front of the TV watching your game. Ronaldini Ao says hello to you...you did a great job, but we are also very strong. We will see you next year, in the Champions League next year, we will definitely let you know how good we are when we meet!"

All night, Zhao Yaning kept hearing other people's praise and congratulations, and was almost unable to hold it. When he got to the hall, he noticed that in the corner of the hall, coach Benitez was sitting there.

"Mr. Coach, I toast you." Zhao Yaning drank a little too. At this time, he took the initiative to greet you, "I have to thank you. Without your efforts, we cannot win this championship."

"Cheers." Benitez nodded, but when he drank, he still tasted nothing. "Actually, our game would not have been behind so much. If we paid attention to defense in the first half..."

"Head, we won." Zhao Yaning interrupted him, "We have already won, so don't talk about that, okay?"

Benitez looked at him, nodded slightly, smiled himself, said nothing more, and did not correct Zhao Yaning's name. After all, I won the Champions League, and I can say these things later.

In the crowd, the captain of Liverpool was talking non-stop.

"I really didn't expect that we would be able to go ahead and win when we were three goals behind." At this time, Gerrard also spoke out of his nervousness during the half-time break. "During the half-time break, I What I think is: I’m fighting in the second half, even if I lose more, I can’t make myself regret this life anyway."

"No one can make us regret it for a lifetime, no one!" Garcia drank a little, talking and laughing presumptuously, "We can definitely get everything we want! They won't give us , Let's grab it!"

"Yes, we can get everything we want." Gerrard clinked a glass with him, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, "Liverpool hasn't had such a joy in 20 years. I remember four Years ago, we won five championships, but all Europeans are watching our jokes. Everyone knows that those five championships add up to just one sentence: the loser’s game winner! Don’t think I don’t know. What are they thinking, they are all saying: Look, that Liverpool, that Liverpool that swept across Europe in the 1980s, they can't even win a league championship now! They are not qualified to play in the Champions League, they are nothing. , They are just a rundown aristocrat, they have long lost everything, they have nothing left, their league champions are all antiques, their throne of the best club in England, sooner or later Manchester United! They are just a bunch of decadent The bones, rotten in the grave, are ignored. Their top star can go to other teams shamelessly for a championship, even if they are on the bench. Their team captain is nothing but The playthings in the hands of nouveau riche, give them a little money, they can give the captain to the nouveau riche. Even if the nouveau riche once told their fans to shut up and insulted them with the most annoying means in England, they can only Reluctantly accept it!"

"Stephen, you drank too much." Alonso said from the side.

"No, I'm just happy! I've been suppressed for too long, and I can't tell whether I've been suppressed for a year or 20 years! Everyone looks down on us, as if no matter who, everyone You can point to our faces and say to us: They are nothing! But we won, we won!"

Gerrard was lying on the table with a smile, he really drank too much. And Zhao Yaning was on the side and accepted his words, "We won, and we let the world know that no matter how weak we are, we still have fangs. To despise us is a dead end. Remember our team song. Is it? The wind and rain have passed, now, in front of us, even the golden sky."

"The Champions League, we got it. The future is right in front of us! Let's tell all of Europe together-Liverpool is back, the Red Army is back, wind and rain and darkness cannot bring us down. This is just the beginning. We in the future, What we will win for Liverpool is not only the championship, but not only the honor. What we want to win is the admiration, fear, and memory of the whole Europe. We want to let the whole Europe never dare to despise our infinite temptation!"——

"We played well today, but our opponents played better... They are worthy of the championship, they are stronger than us."

When he said these words, Ancelotti felt that his heart was bleeding. Although, he has experienced a lot of incredible games, he has been reversed many times, including even the big comeback of Super Deco. But Ancelotti knew very well that this failure was the unique and most serious nightmare in his life.

The red flags in the sky, the fluttering menus, the majestic singing...everything will become a nightmare, entrenched in his mind, and will never go away.

Is there anything to blame? Blame Dudek for his defensive unethical dance? Blaming Zhao Yaning for a fall in the penalty area, suspected of flopping? Blame the Liverpool players for their brutal kicking, causing two players to be injured and replaced? He can blame, but he can't say it.

He knew the reasons for success or failure. Saying this is just to make people feel like a person who can't afford to lose in vain. Milan is an aristocrat with the Champions League DNA, and complaining loudly is not something Milan should do.

In the locker room, the players had already cried into a ball. Seedorf was already choked and speechless when facing the reporter. In the dressing room, everyone finally stopped suppressing themselves, and all their feelings were released.

"Blame me." Kaka was already crying in the locker room, "I shouldn't have reached out to touch the trophy before the game. If I didn't touch it, we wouldn't lose. It's all my fault. ..."

"Don't blame you, it's my problem. If only I wasn't so rampant during the intermission..." Sheva continued.

"That's not to blame you, it's my fault. What the media said is right, I am not a qualified leader at all. If the old captain is there, if Milan still has that 6 good jerseys flying, we will definitely not be in the locker room. If there is a dispute, we will definitely be able to win the game."

Maldini also spoke.

No one blames each other, no one blames others. This makes Ancelotti's heart, at least there is a trace of relief: this is Milan, this is what a team should be.

"Children, I think we should stop blaming ourselves and crying. Every one of us should know that crying is useless. Tears can’t be exchanged for championships. Even if you’re here to blame yourself for a lifetime, it’s useless—we’ve Nailed to the pillar of shame, this game is a lingering shadow for all of us. He will be on our heads, always reminding us that we are Milan’s sinners, Milan’s shame, and football. The laughing stock!"

Ancelotti looked at them, and then continued to speak, "I will give you, for myself~www.ltnovel.com~for everyone in Milan, I have prepared a gift: a very special gift: one A Liverpool jersey! Starting today, each of us is a Liverpool fan. Let us pray, let us bless, let me look forward to the next time I will meet Liverpool in the Champions League! They give it to We must find our shame on them! Before we defeated Liverpool, we were their most loyal fans. We pay attention to their games, we pay attention to their wins and losses, we look forward to their promotion, we are enthusiastic Looking forward to seeing them again on the field next time-but we are not asking for autographs, what we need to get back is the honor of Milan and the dignity of each of us!"

"Next time, can we meet again?" Kaka couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, of course. Milan has always been on the top of the world and has never left. Liverpool, after sleeping for twenty years, have also begun to wake up. Our meeting, our encounter, will never be this way. It was an encounter, and we passed by. We will meet again, we will meet again, and at that time, what Liverpool need to face is a Milan that will spare everything and fight them desperately!"

Shame, we admit it. Failure, we admit it. But to give in, that's not to imagine. God can bless you once, but not twice. Let us see who will be the final winner when we meet next time!