"We are champions!"

Not long after, the Belgian players, who returned to the team's locker room, raised their arms and shouted, and ran excitedly to the place where the beer crates were stored.

Like hungry tigers, they quickly dismantled the beer crates, and then took the bottles in their hands one by one, and drank them excitedly.

Outside, there was also the final closing ceremony, where they had to celebrate briefly in the locker room before going there for a personal award.

Of course, this personal award has nothing to do with many people.

Even the Belgian team only needs one Chen Yufeng, because he alone is very likely to win both awards!

"Poof!"

I don't know who unscrewed the champagne cork in the locker room, shook it a few times, and then suddenly squirted at everyone.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then pinched their thumbs on the beer bottle and shot back.

Dozens of long strips of bubble foam filled the dressing room of the Belgian team, and everyone was immersed in the cheers of the moment.

The beer and champagne bubbles filled the place, and some people opened their mouths directly into the air and drank directly.

Of course, the foam must be unpalatable, even throat-piercing, which just represents their mood at the moment.

"You knew about this day, didn't you? You already knew, right?! ”

After taking a few sips of beer, Vertonghen's face quickly turned red, and he came to Chen Yufeng's side with a beer bottle.

"yes, of course I knew we were going to be champions."

Chen Yufeng rightfully spread his arms and took on the name of this prophet very naturally.

In fact, he didn't know it at first, but now that they've won the championship, he would be fine even if he said he had thought about this day ten years ago.

"Hahaha......"

Laughter rang out, and after everyone drank a little, they twisted their butts again and danced.

Like Lukaku and Chen Yufeng, who have a foundation, they naturally became the main lead dancers of everyone, and the two even went to the table in the dressing room, took off their shirts on it and began to writhe.

"Oo......oo Oooooo......oo ”

As for others, like De Bruyne, who have no talent for dancing, they can only hug most people and use the most primitive way of celebration.

Sometimes, a few small dances seem to be useful.

This will allow you to better dissipate your emotions during the celebration and be more comfortable in the atmosphere.

Of course, this also has something to do with the culture of these places, they are fanatical and free-spirited, and they like to use this way to dissipate their mood.

After a little celebration, the players suddenly noticed something big.

"What about Mr. Wilmots?"

Originally, the Belgian team was the three main dancers, including Wilmots, who often wore a white shirt, but he was not seen today.

Everyone looked back, only to see Wilmots, who had a stomach, lying on the wall of the locker room, laughing and falling asleep.

"Huh? Didn't he say that he couldn't fight him in the wheel war? Why do you drink a bottle and fall asleep first? ”

"It's over, Mr. Wilmots is offline, hahaha!"

Everyone laughed, teased the funny manager, and then fell into a new round of champagne music.

When Chen Yufeng had already drunk a little shaky, a few shouts suddenly came from outside the door, which seemed to be the staff in the venue.

"Call me?" Chen Yufeng pointed at himself and paced away.

At this moment, the slight drunkenness of alcohol and the irrepressible joy made his face already red, and his eyes were a little blurry, with an indescribable taste of a mature man.

It's not greasy, it's not overcooked, it's just the feeling that it's just right.

"I think this guy is still charming." Lukaku looked at Chen Yufeng's back and smiled.

De Bruyne, who was on the side, suddenly cast a shocked gaze, and the top of his head seemed to be full of question marks.

…………

Chen Yufeng held the green beer bottle, shook it all the way, and walked out of the court again.

Looking around, most of the Belgian fans had not left the stadium and were still waiting for him in the stadium.

"Chen! Old! Old! ”

Cheers erupted, Chen Yufeng waved his arm at them, and then saw Taylor not far away.

Taylor Swift looked at her with some complaint at this time, as if she was condemning Chen Yufeng for why she didn't wait for her, and she had already started drinking.

Chen Yufeng waved at her, and then walked to the podium in the center of the field.

Taylor behind him stared at his swaying back, and then laughed out loud, how could she really complain.

In Taylor's view at this time, Chen Yufeng is a very sexually tense man, which is an indescribable feeling.

"The first thing to be awarded is the award for the best goalkeeper in this European Cup."

On the podium at this moment, UEFA President Alexandre Ceferin appeared here again, holding the microphone and starting the final speech, "Let's congratulate Patricio of Portugal for winning the best goalkeeper of this tournament!" ”

'His performances are unbeatable and his contribution to the Portuguese team is evident to all!'

At Cheferin's shout, Patricio walked onto the stage with a smile and took the trophy from his hand.

The European Cup Golden Glove Award, this gold content is second only to the World Cup Golden Glove in the national team competition.

This is an honor that every goalkeeper will remember for a lifetime, and it is the best affirmation of their career.

Many days have passed, and Patricio has slowly come to terms with his failures.

Seeing Belgium beat France on the scene today gave him some comfort.

In that case, they only lost to eventual champions Belgium, and if they reach the final, they might be able to beat France as well.

"Thank you."

Patricio finally thanked him and went to the side to be interviewed by reporters.

Waiting on the sidelines, only Griezmann and Chen Yufeng were left.

The difference between the two states is very large, one is staggering in place, and the other is standing dead with his waist crossed.

"The Golden Boot Award for this tournament is an undoubted award."

Alexandre Ceferin's voice sounded again, with a bright smile on his face, "Let us welcome the Golden Boot winner of the 15th European Cup, Chen Yufeng, with the most passionate cheers!" ”

"At the same time, the data of 11 goals surpasses the data of 9 goals in a single tournament of Platini, which is a new record in the European Cup, not only in a single edition, but also in the overall list!"

"Congratulations, Chen Yufeng!"

Alexander Cheferin set his sights on Chen Yufeng and held the Golden Boot award high.

This is not only the golden boot of a tournament, but also the golden boot of the European Cup.

Chen Yufeng, incredible.

“Ohhhhhhh……”

The cheers of the fans at the scene sounded again, and Chen Yufeng walked up to the podium, took the golden boot from Alexandre Cheferin's hand, and held it high.

The world was hazy and illusory in his eyes at the moment.

He saw the dangling stands, the countless fans who were staggering but all raising their hands to celebrate, and the streamers scattered all over the sky.

It's not just the effect of alcohol, it's the scene in his dreams.

This picture, which I have thought about countless times, has finally come......

The Golden Boot of continental competitions, this is a completely different experience!

After receiving the Golden Boot trophy, Chen Yufeng walked off the podium and waited for the verdict of the best player.

The only consciousness told him that this was the prize he had to strive for, as it represented a treasure chest of legendary and epic skills.

It will be a big boost to his quality and will help him play at a better level in the new season.

After winning the European Cup, the next step will definitely be to play a higher value at the club.

Leicester City are not short of anything, with the Champions League and Premier League on the cards, as well as other cup competitions, including a Community Shield title match.

This is still a good platform for him, and whether he can play a legendary season depends on himself.

The brilliant miracle chapter has passed, and the next thing is to see if we can create a more legendary epic, make the miracle more brilliant, and make yourself the real creator!

That's really hard, but since he appeared in football, why shouldn't Chen Yufeng try it?

Before that, wasn't Leicester City's title still considered impossible by others, let alone a double?

If you want to succeed in something, you should at least keep your pure heart and use 120% concentration and courage to compete.

Instead of hitting yourself first, giving yourself a leak, thinking about how strong the opponent is, how tight the schedule is, what are all kinds of problems with the team as a whole.

This will never succeed.

Now that you've gotten here, let's go try it and see what happens in the end.

This is Chen Yufeng's philosophy and motto.

"The best player of this tournament is an award with suspense."

Alexandre Cheferin finally began to read out the award for the best player, his voice tinged with some uncertainty, as if he was deliberately creating tension.

In fact, according to the data, Chen Yufeng completely blew up Griezmann, which is not controversial.

But the best player of this kind of tournament may be able to supply the runner-up team and give them one last psychological comfort.

Whether it's the World Cup or the European Championship, or the league or the club cup, it's a common thing.

It always seems that a successful Grand Slam is always hard to happen in this football.

"Don't sell it, I know everyone is in a hurry."

Ceferin looked around at the Belgian fans and finally said: "There is no controversy about his performance, let's welcome the best player of the 15th European Championship, Chen Yufeng!" ”

As Chen Yufeng's name was shouted again, the Belgian fans at the scene erupted in a more enthusiastic cheer than just now.

Griezmann also bit his lip to cheer for Chen Yufeng, and his mood was undoubtedly worse.

As the runner-up, he should have returned home to rest and offset the negativity himself.

But because of the award, he walked out again, but he didn't expect that he would get nothing, but just became a foil.

"Hoo ......"

Griezmann took a deep breath to suppress his anger, and the hatred for UEFA president Ceferin in his heart was at its peak, so why let himself out.

Create this suspense that doesn't exist in the first place?

After the applause, he turned around and walked towards the players' tunnel.

Behind him, Chen Yufeng once again stepped onto the podium and took the trophy from Ceferin.

"Okay, does Mr. Chen Yufeng know his ranking on the assist list?" Cheferin picked up the microphone and asked with a smile.

"I don't know." Chen Yufeng shook his head, and soon felt even more dizzy.

"Tied for first place, you're now the first double top in the history of the European Championship, it's an amazing achievement, congratulations!" Cheferin stretched out his arms towards Chen Yufeng again and hugged Chen Yufeng tightly.

As the president of UEFA, he must also be encouraging to see such a person with inspirational and legendary attributes appear, hoping that he can win more awards.

"Mr. Chen Yufeng, you will be interviewed by reporters briefly, and then you will start the championship parade with the Belgian team, there are many people waiting for you in Paris." Cheferin gestured to the side.

Chen Yufeng nodded and walked to the simple interview board.

Today is a good day for him.

(End of chapter)