"Four to one! The score gap came to three goals! ”

CCTV commentator He Wei's excited voice came out, "There is not much time left for the French, and the pain is about to fill Paris tonight!" ”

"Lukaku, this time he seized the opportunity and didn't waste Chen Yufeng's pass!"

"The four kings of the Belgian frontcourt are all blooming! This is their best curtain call in the final! They put on a great game for fans all over the world! ”

“……”

On the court, the scene suddenly felt a little out of control.

Belgium's substitutes had already entered the pitch to celebrate the goal, as if they were celebrating the eventual victory.

They can do so, because there is only time left for France, even if they play a flower, there is little hope of equalising.

Wilmots was still like that, standing on the sideline of the Stade de France in his white shirt, holding his arms and not showing much thought.

But even if he is strong and calm, others will definitely be able to see the waves from the depths of his eyes.

All the way to the present, he has accompanied this team through too many difficult moments, and he doesn't want to use the word ups and downs anymore.

Because what they suffer is not just the ups and downs of a race, but more like the ups and downs of the whole journey.

Even in the second big win over Ireland in the group stage, their mood was up and down even more than in this final, when they had 45 minutes left to go home.

The bitter tears along the way may have gathered into flowers at this moment, attracting brilliant blooms!

In the final, they took the lead from a very early stage and have maintained it until now, most of the time the difference is more than two goals!

This is the best summary of the Belgian team's arduous journey, and it is also the best praise for the players since this tournament!

And for the Frenchman, it was indeed the last goal that broke through their thoughts.

Didier sat in the coach's seat, ready to accept defeat, anticipating the difficult questions the media would ask him, and being prepared for the French fans' invective.

Lori, who failed to make a save, lay on the ground and was unwilling to get up, as if he couldn't forgive himself.

Koscielny and Umtiti had no intention of arguing, just pacing back and forth in the field.

Including Kante, who had just been passed by Chen Yufeng, was also depressed at the moment, kneeling on one knee and closing his eyes, looking up at the sky.

They wished that it would not be a sunny day, that there would be no sunset in the evening, and that the evening would not be noisy, so that they could accept it all silently and go home alone and sad.

Unfortunately, no storm fell on the pitch, and no French fans left for other reasons, and they had to wait to accept the tears of nearly 50,000 French fans and see their unwilling eyes.

On the way home, they may pass by the Eiffel Tower, past Notre Dame Cathedral, the Louvre, the Seine, and the Palace of Versailles.

Then, as a loser, he passed by the triumphal arch that greeted the victor and saw the French fans who had lost their souls along the way.

They may have wondered why they didn't play at the level they should have in this game, or that they were outperforming their physical potential to take back the trophy that symbolized honor and joy for the fans.

But now, they don't have a chance.

"Beep!"

As the whistle blew for the game, everything officially entered the countdown to the game.

Taylor, who was on the sidelines, covered her mouth with some tears of joy as she noticed the players' families who had gathered in the players' tunnel at the moment.

They may have agreed a long time ago that they would all rush onto the pitch when the team wins, bringing a new round of joy and emotion to the players.

Returning to your homeland after success is one of the most glorious moments of your life.

As a football stadium that can achieve great success, it definitely needs this kind of emotion.

Taylor, who had this idea for a long time and felt that Chen Yufeng might be a little lonely at this moment, bravely crossed the stands.

“Ohhhhhhhh……”

The Belgian fans immediately cheered, and everyone saw a beautiful figure in a white dress on the pitch from near and far.

No one would have any thoughts about that figure, they just admired and encouraged, and longed for her to bring the blessings of the fans to Chen Yufeng.

"Chen Yufeng's father did not accompany him to this European Cup, but when he succeeds, he is accompanied by a beautiful woman, which may also be a good experience." There were Belgian fans who laughed and applauded, very excited.

"She will fill Chen Yufeng's loneliness, I was originally afraid that Chen Yufeng would not even be able to find a hug later." Some Belgian fans laughed.

"Taylor is really brave, she doesn't seem to care much about the eyes of people now, it's not like when she was in the United States." Some Belgian fans exclaimed.

"Of course, the moment of success on the football pitch is the peak of human emotion, and you will be hard-pressed to find a kind of excitement and joy that can be compared to it, which will be the carnival of millions, if not tens of millions, of people coming together." A Belgian fan summed it up.

"Yes, the fans from all over the world cheered with you and finally celebrated with you in the spotlight, focusing all the emotions on this field, which is far from being comparable to the Grammys, and you can figure it out without explanation." A Belgian fan added.

They high-fived and cheered, marching for Taylor.

The security guards on the side of the stadium first saw someone rushing out and wanted to stop them, but when they saw that it was Taylor, they had less of this kind of thought.

Thinking of Taylor's recent scandal with Belgian player Chen Yufeng, I didn't care when I saw the cheers of the Belgian fans in the stadium.

They were very generous enough to get out of the way, allowing Taylor, who was wearing a white dress, to walk by.

“Yeahh！”

Once in the tunnel, Taylor couldn't help but wave to the fans in the stands, as if celebrating his victory.

The fans were quick to cheer her back, sending her best wishes.

Next, it's time to wait quietly for that moment to come.

In front of the Belgian coach's seat, Vertonghen, a player who was not allowed to come up, has already touched it at the moment.

When the fourth official saw him, he gave two warnings, and then turned a blind eye.

This is certainly not a regulated move, but football is also an emotional and accommodating sport, with the outcome of the game almost certain and the celebrations to come.

Letting Vertonghen come over is really nothing.

"Oooh!"

Vertonghen stood on the sidelines, shouting for joy and cheer, and his whole body trembled slightly.

He took a few steps back and forth, sometimes pushing and shoving coach Wilmots, sometimes locking Carrasco with a choke lock to get him to stand up and wait.

"One minute of stoppage time in the second half."

Under the watchful eye, the fourth official raised the stoppage card for the second half, and officially announced that the game was in the last minute.

With a 'bang' sound, you could see the Belgian fans standing up from the stands in a sparse manner, maybe dozens at first, then hundreds, thousands......

Until the end, all the Belgian fans stood up, biting their lipes and holding back tears, ready for the final coronation moment.

Was this game an easy one?

Compared to the previous games, there was no story of the first downturn or any reversal.

But the emotions that burst out at this moment are not only in the final, but have been accumulated since the painful loss to Italy.

It is step-by-step, step-by-step, and finally about to usher in release and climax at this moment.

On the Belgian bench, all the substitutes stood up, and they had Mertens, Dembele, Gillet, Kabaseri, who had never played in this tournament.

They are all part of this team, standing at the forefront and fighting with their brothers until this moment.

Maybe they didn't play, they won't be remembered.

But they themselves will remember, and in old age, they will gather around a house somewhere in Belgium, by the fireplace, holding their grandson, and proudly tell them that they were part of the Belgian team at that time.

It would be an honor for their lifetimes, and it would be a point that they would be able to appeal to young girls in the tavern in their old age.

"Is it coming, is it coming!"

Vertonghen placed his right hand on Wilmots' shoulder, and with his left hand, he picked up Wilmots's watch and kept watching the time.

"Don't look at it yourself, let's see it too." Behind him, there was a dissatisfied urging from Carrasco.

"yes, what does that mean?" Mertens also pushed Vertonghen to tell him the time.

"Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen......," Vertonghen said as he began to tell the time for everyone, turning his gaze to the field.

"Nine, eight, seven, six......" At the player's tunnel, the wife of the Belgian player was also counting the seconds, waiting for that moment to come.

"Three, two, one......!" As the Belgian fans in the stadium counted the last three counts, everyone turned their eyes to the stadium with excited expressions, waiting for the next dead ball.

It's not that the whistle is blown when the time is up, but when the dead ball or the ball is exchanged, and the pace of attack and defense slows down significantly.

On the pitch, Antoine Griezmann headed towards the Belgian backline with the football.

He knew very well that the Belgians would win the title after the attack and they would leave the pitch regretfully.

As a normal person, Griezmann would love to put an end to this pain by kicking the ball out of the touchline and letting the referee blow the whistle directly.

But with the attention of the fans all over the world, he can't give up, he knows that there are a lot of young players watching here, he can't be a bad example, he has to fight until the last minute.

"Bang!"

Antoine Griezmann quickly sent a final cross over Giroud's head and looked there expectantly.

"Bang!"

A figure leaps high and smashes the ball out of the box.

It is Chen Yufeng, the last moment when he stands out from the crowd at the moment, it seems to be a microcosm of his current competition and this final.

He's undoubtedly the best one.

In the opening game against Italy, Chen Yufeng started his tournament with the first goal of the European Cup, and at the last second of the curtain call, Chen Yufeng drew a perfect end with a clearance.

"Beep! Beep! Beep ——! ”

After his clearance, the referee put the whistle to his mouth and blew the final closing whistle.

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ps: I woke up and went to the toilet and couldn't hold back, I still want to finish writing, I'm afraid everyone won't see it when they get up. Don't say I'm broken, I'd love to keep writing, but I can't hold on to it. It will be 6.08 and I go to sleep.

(End of chapter)