The whole world slowed down at this moment, and everyone was watching the attack and defense between the two kings. Like the slow motion of high-speed photography, the movements of the two people are meticulous.

Zhuo Yang's right ankle trembled slightly, and his shoelaces could be seen fluttering. Holding the soccer ball softly and diagonally to the outside, Ronaldinho swept slowly past Zhuo Yang's toes like an out-of-control sled. Zhuo Yang lowered his head, Ronaldinho turned his back to the sky, and the eyes of the two met at this moment.

- Zhuo Yang, I need this victory, I need this championship. I have led the team to two consecutive championships in the league, and if I win this championship, the dream team will be built, my Barcelona and my dream team.

- Ronnie, your Barcelona deserve this title, you guys are better. However, God has given me the opportunity, and I can't give it up. I need this title too, this is my last fight in Madiburg and I want to leave this trophy to the people who love me because I am their king.

- Zhuo Yang, I still want to win the World Cup, for my Brazil.

- Ronnie, I don't have a World Cup, the Champions League is my World Cup. I bless you, go win the World Cup. This one, I stayed.

- Zhuo Yang, I don't want to be a king, I just want to get my name back, I don't want to be called Xiao Luo for the rest of my life. Only if I surpass that person, will others call me Ronaldo, and that person Da Luo or Lao Luo. I'm going to get my name back.

- Ronnie, you are already a king, the king of Camp Nou. You are just as great as that guy because you led Barcelona back to the rise that he never did. The name is just a symbol, and your name will make the latecomer only worthy of being called Xiao Xiao Luo, or A Ronaldo, B Ronaldo, C Ronaldo.

- Zhuo Yang, it would be great if I could fight side by side with you!

- Ronnie, I'm eager to be your teammate, too. My instinct is that there will be a day.

- Zhuo Yang, would you like to be Joao's godfather?

- Ronnie, you know I'm an atheist. If that's okay, then ...... I do.

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Ronaldinho closed his eyes as he slipped away from Zhuoyang. The two are masters of the same level, and Xiao Luo knows very well what shooting action Zhuo Yang will use, and he also knows that Valdés has no chance to stop it.

- Perhaps, this is the number of fates. At the first step of my road to becoming a king, I was cut off by Zhuo Yang, this is the number of fate. I heard that they Chinese also believe this, and I don't know what Zhuo Yang's life is.

- Xiao Luo is Xiao Luo, it doesn't matter. Is my persistence still useful? I may indeed be in love, or drinking and dancing samba is the real me.

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Zhuo Yang kicked an arc with his right foot, high above Valdés, who was half-volleying, and even if he stacked two of them together, he would not be able to reach the ball. At the end of the short trip, the ball plummeted and slammed into the top left corner of the goal.

The moment football was introduced, the camera returned to its normal playing speed, and the world boiled at this moment. Zhuo Yang roared like a beast and rushed towards Pompon Luis, and the Brazilian teenager, who was also stunned, collided with him and hugged him, and the ten players on the field of Madiburg hugged each other hysterically, screaming like a group of high-spirited monsters.

Uncle Scum couldn't control himself off the court at all, and with three light side flips in a row, he was like a gymnastics girl in a cheerleader.

Zhuo Yang pulled Peng Peng and ran wildly along the track of the Stade de France, the two of them waving the jerseys in their hands as they ran, and their bare upper bodies emitted a greasy and holy glow in the night light. At this moment, Zhuo Yang wanted to cry, and Peng Peng wanted to laugh out loud.

Many years later, still in this city, the day Pompon was about to officially retire, he remembered this Champions Cup final many years ago. That day, Peng Peng said to Zhuo Yang.

"Lao Zhuo, I've been with you since I started playing, and now I'm retiring and I'm with you again. Lao Zhuo, when are you going to retire? Let's go all over the world. ”

"Pengpeng, I have one last thing to do, and I'll retire when I'm done. You go and repair your island, and when you retire, I will take your sister-in-law and children to live for half a year. ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

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It seemed that to make up for the slow flow of time, stoppage time flew by, especially for the Barcelona. Seeing the ten big men of Madibao on the opposite side neatly stationed there, bowing down and waiting for them to come, the Barcelona people were full of sadness.

Until the moment when the whistle sounded, the sadness on their faces could not be relaxed. Madiborg lost the whole game, but finally became the champion 3:2. Ronaldinho showed the highest level of his career, shone for 90 minutes, but didn't score. Zhuo Yang was inactive throughout the game, mediocre as a Chinese player, but scored two goals.

It was not Zhuo Yang, nor Gomez, nor Pompon, nor Superman Edmund who defeated Barcelona, but the heavens in the dark, the invisible hand.

Barcelona has won numerous La Liga titles in the long history, and has suppressed its old rival Real Madrid for a long time, but there is only one 'Dream Team', just because they only have the only Champions League Big Ears Cup.

Now that the trophy was held high by Zhuo Yang, His Majesty's pores were joyful when he and Beckenbauer embraced. Zhuo Yang was voted the Player of the Match in the 2005-06 Champions League final, even though his performance was far behind Ronaldinho, but he was the winner; Even if Zhuo Yang's performance was not even as good as Eto'o's, Madiburg won; Even though he didn't have as many dangerous passes as Deco, he scored two goals.

The King of Madibourg is crowned at the Stade de France.

As for the Champions League Player of the Season and Top Scorer, there is no suspense, but it will not be until Monaco in August.

Uncle Klopp was thrown high by the players, weightlessness and ascension again and again, so that Mr. Klopp suddenly opened the dusty childhood memories that had been sealed for many years, which was his father and his game. His father's warm big hand made him feel safe, and he didn't worry about not being caught in the slightest, just like today.

Although there were a lot of hands today, and none of them were Dad's, Jurgen Klopp still remembered Dad. Tears rolled down the edges of the black-rimmed glasses, and by the time the dads put him back on the ground, Uncle Scum was already crying like no other.

The celebrations of the people of Madiburg continued throughout the night, but one person did not attend, and he left the group early.

On this night, room 2046 of the Hôtel de la Saint-Denis in Paris, on the Seine, had a sturdy and chic beech carved double bed in the bedroom, collapsed, and the connecting bolts between the four plates and frames were torn off by the violent shaking for a long time.

The guests in the room are Mario Gomez and Hannah Sylvia.