"Tick ......"

Gary Cahill seemed to hear the sound of raindrops falling on blades of grass.

He couldn't help but put down his hands covering his face.

It's raining?

Isn't it predicted that it will be sunny today?

Does Munich also like sudden rain like London?

But he didn't see any rain, only a leg, and bright red socks.

These are Bayern's socks, as fiery as their jerseys.

But...... The color of this leg seems to be a little different from the other!

-

"Dragon! You killed the game! ”

Gomez's "bang" slap knocked Ronshette straight in front of the goal, and then pressed hard.

"We don't have to play a TMD penalty shootout!"

Schweinsteiger was overjoyed and pounced on them from behind.

"Ahh

The goal-scorer below them let out a terrible scream, and even the audience in front of the television could clearly hear his voice through the sound collection equipment.

"Ah...... Long Shute's leg really cracked again! The blood stained the entire sock even more bright red in an instant......"

The smile on the corner of Duan Yixuan's mouth suddenly froze.

He poet, who had just finished a lyrical essay, was silent.

It is true that although this kind of injury will not cost him his life and will not seriously affect Long Shute's career, a wound will collapse three times in a short period of time, and even an iron man will not be able to bear it.

At least at this moment, Long Shute was in a bit of pain, and even his sword-like eyebrows were twisted into a ball......

-

Bayern's head of medical care, Wolfart, shook his head, and once again he rushed into the field with his own medical team.

This time, though, they're much slower.

It's just that the old wounds are broken, and the doctor knows it.

Unlace your shoes, 3 seconds, take off your socks, 3 seconds, remove the shin guards, 1 second, untie the bandage before...... 10 seconds.

Wash the wound, stop the bleeding, spray, ice, reapply the bandage...... Which process doesn't take time?

The Chelsea players were almost crazy to get them all off the pitch, but the clock was already more than 15 minutes.

The referee didn't blow the whistle for the end of the game, but instead allowed Chelsea to reorganise their attack.

But there is no hope for Chelsea.

Although Lonshit was still on the sidelines, the morale of the Bayern players had been rekindled by his goal, and the exhausted Drogba did not take advantage of Tymoshchuk, and the two strong and burly men could only entangle and fall on the grass of Bayern, and then gasp together, letting the other's scorching breath spray in their faces.

"Drip, drip, drip!"

Proenza's whistle finally echoed over the Allianz Arena.

Nearly 20,000 fans cheered loudly at the same time, while the other 20,000 were devastated and sad.

Timoshchuk clenched his fists, and tears welled up in Drogba's eyes.

Frank Lampard, captain of the pitch, bowed his proud head.

Terry, sitting in the stands, couldn't help but think of four years ago, in the pouring rain in Moscow, when he was even more desperate than today.

"Bayern, Bayern, forever No.1 ......"

In the stands of the Allianz Arena, that simple and bright song sounded again, and the Chelsea fans could only swallow tears in their stomachs at this moment.

It's time for Bayern to celebrate.

Forgetting about his penalty, Robben lifted the champagne with Ribery, Muller, Neuer, Kroos and others, and then aimed at each other, laughing merrily.

Fortunately, they still remembered that Long Shute was a wounded, otherwise a bottle of champagne would be sprayed by one person, even if Long Shute had a physique of 21, he was afraid that the wound would be infected and inflamed......

But Heynckes was not so lucky, this old man who was about to have a myocardial infarction for the sake of the team was unceremoniously drenched in soup by his own disciples, and then thrown high into the sky!

-

Ronshette sat on the ground, being bandaged by the team medic while watching his teammates chase and frolic around him, with the occasional champagne hop splashing around.

This is the joy of victory.

He had already tasted it once at Wembley a season ago.

But this time...... The taste seems to be a little different again.

If I hadn't been injured, would it have been so tough to win this game?

I don't know.

No one will know the answer.

-

"Congratulations to Bayern Munich, who are once again on top of Europe after 11 years! Today, we are the kings of Europe! ”

After the award ceremony began, Duan Yixuan couldn't wait to announce the ownership of the championship for Platini:

"After winning the Champions League, Bayern have already collected three heavy trophies in the 2011-12 Bundesliga, the German Cup and the Champions League, making them the first club in the history of the Bundesliga to win the treble! Congratulations! ”

He turned to look at his old partner, only to find that Tao Wei had long since lost his words.

He Wei was patting Tao Wei on the back, but it didn't ease the tears rolling down the Bayern diehard.

It was a true supporter of Bayern, and even if he turned into a star in the sky, he still watched the light of the southern star.

-

"I didn't think I would see you play in this game, but ...... You're still the brightest superstar of the game. ”

UEFA President Michel Platini hung the winner's medal around Ronjut's neck and spoke to him affectionately:

"I think, at least this year's UEFA Player of the Year...... There was no suspense anymore. ”

"If there is still suspense, then I am afraid I will have to complain to Mr. Blatter."

Long Shute said with a smile, and then hugged the once legendary and now politician.

Platini knew he was joking, so he just tapped him the shoulder and walked over to Bayern's last player.

The honor of lifting the trophy belongs to the captain of the team, and Lonshette did not come to him, Ram seemed to look at him, and then lifted the trophy high to the cheers of the fans!

The salute flew into the sky, and the entire stadium was filled with red ribbons and shiny gold leaf.

Rummenigge, Hoeness, Beckenbauer, Gerd Muller, Summerer and other bigwigs who watched the game in the stands were all smiling, and as the hosts, the extra-large salutes they specially prepared for themselves were finally not cheaper than others.

It looks so good now!

-

The Chelsea players soon exited the pitch amid applause, followed by celebration time for Bayern Munich.

Rahm and Schweinsteiger finished the celebration with their trophies held high, and then they didn't hesitate to hand the championship honor to a limping Lonshette.

At this time, of course, he would not prevaricate pretentiously, but raised the trophy amid the cheers of 10,000 people!

"Dragon!"

"Dragon!"

"Dragon!"

Unsurprisingly, there was a tsunami in the stands, but it was gradually suppressed by an electronic sound.

“Happy birthday to you，

Happy birthday to you，

Happy birthday my love，

Happy birthday to you……”

When Long Shute reacted, a special tool cart for the court had slowly driven in front of him, and Emma Watson, who had been worried about him in the stands for more than ten minutes, held the microphone and sang the simplest English song affectionately.

She was followed by a number of Bayern club staff, who slowly made their way to the center of the stadium in a huge birthday cake cart.

"You remember my birthday."

Long Shute was pleasantly surprised to hold his girlfriend in his arms, and the little witch smiled and gave a fragrant kiss.

The DJ announcer, who had just taken the lead in congratulating the club in the radio room, told the audience through the microphone:

"Ladies and gentlemen, every Bayern Munich fan, today, May 19, is the 22nd birthday of our No. 8 player, the great Mr. Killer, let us send him the best birthday wishes with the warmest applause!"

A second Champions League title, a second Mr. Key, what could be better than that?

He's only 22 years old, and his peak hasn't even really come yet!