One step to heaven, one step to hell.
At the moment when the ball hit the net, the Red Devils stands were completely silent, and only faint sobbing could be heard.
On the other side of the stands, a roar suddenly erupted.
Deathly silence is separated from the noise, like half ice and half fire, two opposites facing each other.
The Red Devils fans are already crying and their eyes are red, but the Tottenham fans are already singing a triumphant song.
“Glory, Glory, Tottenham Hotspur!
Glory belongs to Tottenham Hotspur! "
“Glory, Glory, Tottenham Hotspur!
Glory belongs to Tottenham Hotspur! "
When Wang Xiaodong steadily scored the ball into the Manchester United goal, Martin Joel, who had been waiting on the sidelines, and the staff and substitute players rushed into the court.
The team members waiting in the center circle also sprinted forward with their arms raised high, embracing the joy of the championship towards the sky.
"It's finalyover, the championship belongs to Tottenham Hotspur!"
The on-site commentator let out a long howl, announcing the winner.
Robbie Keane was the first to rush to Wang Xiaodong. The Tottenham captain knelt down on one knee in front of everyone and religiously held Wang Xiaodong's right foot.
The next second, he put Wang Xiaodong's right foot on his knee and wiped it religiously.
And Wang Xiaodong also put on a majestic pose, like an emperor dominating the world, welcoming the worship of the fans in the audience.
Some people are cheering, some are crying.
This is the Champions League final.
A place where great sorrow and great joy intersect.
Tottenham players hugged and celebrated. Some people ran to the camera to cheer, and some people came to the stands and roared...
The entire stadium has been surrounded by Tottenham players, and everyone is venting their emotions in their own way.
Wang Xiaodong passed through the crowd and trotted to the middle circle.
Here, the Portuguese boy was lying on the ground, his head buried in his arms, and his body was shaking.
Regret, chagrin, disappointment, self-blame...
All the negative emotions are weighing on Ronaldo's shoulders alone, enough to bend the Portuguese young man's spine.
Perhaps from the moment he missed the penalty kick, such an ending was already destined.
But when the end really came, he was the first person who couldn't accept it.
Not only Ronaldo, but most of the Manchester United players who had been running and fighting for more than 120 minutes were sitting there, staring blankly ahead.
Ferdinand, as the captain on the field, pinched his waist helplessly and kept sighing.
He is the captain of Manchester United.
Everyone could fall to the ground at this time, but he couldn't let his knees bend even a little bit.
Although Ferdinand's off-field life is discussed by everyone, at this moment, wearing the captain's armband, he represents the entire Manchester United.
"Hey, Anderson, you're not tired, why are you sitting on the floor?"
"Giggs, you have tried your best, don't be so pessimistic."
"Vidic, you have done a good job and there is no need for you to regret it."
"Nani, stand up too. You'll catch a cold if you lie on the ground."
Ferdinand suppressed the grief in his heart and came to one teammate after another, waking them up and pulling them up.
When he came to Ronaldo's side, he looked at Wang Xiaodong beside him.
Two minutes ago, the two were mortal enemies; but now, he is just an ordinary young man.
Before Ferdinand could say anything, Wang Xiaodong raised a finger and put it to his mouth, making a silencing gesture.
Looking at Wang Xiaodong's resolute face and Ronaldo's shaking body, Ferdinand thought about it and chose to leave quietly.
The rain is still falling.
The big raindrops formed thin lines and formed a river on the turf.
After an unknown amount of time, a hand was placed on Ronaldo's shoulder.
Feeling the warmth on his shoulders, Xiao Luo turned his face, revealing a red and swollen left eye.
"If you keep lying down like this, you'll catch a cold."
Wang Xiaodong was sitting in the puddle next to Ronaldo, looking arrogant.
"The cold is not pleasant."
Ignoring Ronaldo, Wang Xiaodong said to himself.
"My nose is still blocked, my head is still dizzy, and my body still has no strength."
"The most important thing is that no matter how hard my girlfriend jerks off, I can't get up."
After hearing the last joke, Ronaldo finally burst out laughing.
"You didn't ask Hermione to do some magic on you?"
"Tch! I am a real man, I don't need evil heretics!"
"I'm a real man too!"
For some reason, when Ronaldo heard Wang Xiaodong's words, he stretched out his arms and sat up from the ground.
The two of them were like old friends for many years, wearing muddy jerseys, sitting in the water-filled grass of the stadium, elbows on shoulders, chatting.
"I heard you are getting married?" Wang Xiaodong said, looking at the rain in the sky.
"Shit! Where did you hear the gossip?"
"Nerida Gallardo, if I remember correctly, that's the name, right?" Wang Xiaodong pointed to her earrings, "I've even seen her 'R7' earrings!"
"Do you believe what the media says?" Ronaldo rolled his eyes, "This is all just wishful thinking on her part."
"Like Gemma Atkinson?"
"That's right!" Ronaldo snapped his fingers.
When it comes to making girlfriends, he is much more confident than Wang Xiaodong.
So far, the popularity of Wang Xiaodong and Emma's CP has never dropped, and there has never been any news about any disagreement between the two.
In other words, Wang Xiaodong only has this one girlfriend so far!
And Ronaldo, since coming to Manchester United, has had more girlfriends than he can count on one hand!
"Let me tell you, those women can't give them a good look." Talking about his experience as a concubine, Cristiano Ronaldo said, "I can praise you in every possible way in bed, but in other places, especially in public, you will never Don't talk about anything about being with them, not even a word..."
"Then what?"
"Then?"
Ronaldo showed an exaggerated expression, "Then there will be no more."
"All the hype and news are their unilateral decisions, and I have never admitted it."
"Just like this time Nerida said she wanted a big wedding, but both of us knew that this was absolutely impossible!"
"I'm still young and I don't want to get married so early!"
Seeing Ronaldo's "coming of age" look, Wang Xiaodong curled his lips and said, "Oh? Really? But I'm getting married soon."
"WHAT??? What? Did I hear it correctly? With whom? Emma? What do you two think? You are so young, don't you want to play for a few more years? Or are your parents forcing this? I I heard that Chinese parents like their sons to get married and have children as soon as possible, DONG, if this is really the case..."
"NONONO, your guesses are all wrong!" When Wang Xiaodong said this, a cloud of worry rose on his brows.
"What exactly is going on? Did Emma force you?" Ronaldo couldn't help but become concerned when he saw Wang Xiaodong's appearance.
"How should I put it? It's a hole I dug for myself." Wang Xiaodong shrugged and looked innocent, "I told Emma before that I would marry her when I won the Champions League. But neither of us expected that this championship would come so quickly!”
"..."
Listening to Wang Xiaodong Versailles' answer, Cristiano Ronaldo was choked up.
After holding it in for a long time, Ronaldo finally squeezed out one word: "Xiete!"
Seeing Ronaldo's angry expression, Wang Xiaodong finally couldn't help but laughed.
"Hey, what are you laughing at? What's so funny?"
Cristiano Ronaldo pushed his shoulder hard and pressed hard on Wang Xiaodong's shoulder, "Isn't he just a Champions League champion? I can win it back next year! Just wait!"
"Okay, then I'll wait!" Wang Xiaodong blinked, looking like he was always there for you.
At this juncture, Ronaldo's annoyance and self-blame have been reduced to a minimum.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's prelude expression, Cristiano Ronaldo cursed and said dissatisfiedly: "Huh, if I were you, I would tell Emma that when I win the World Cup before marrying her, that would be my real skill!"
"World Cup champion?" Wang Xiaodong was stunned after hearing this word, and his mouth was full of bitterness.
"Farke, World Cup champion? If I really say that, what's the difference between that and not marrying her for the rest of my life?"
