"Congratulations, Mr. Martin Joel, for winning the Champions League."
Due to rain, the award ceremony was held in the stands.
Players can get wet in the rain, but they can't let UEFA officials get their clothes wet, right?
UEFA President Platini walked towards Martin Joel with a professional smile that met social standards and congratulated him on leading his team to win the Champions League for the first time.
The relationship between UEFA and the FA is not that good.
But Manchester United, as a Premier League team, is an exception.
Firstly, because of the admiration for the strength of the Class of 92 led by Sir Alex Ferguson in winning a Champions League title after the Premier League team returned to the Champions League. Secondly, as Manchester United is the best-run club in the business circle, UEFA has to sell face.
The Champions League has long become a veritable money league. A report released by Mastercard, one of the sponsors, before the Champions League final showed that victory in this final will bring 85 million pounds in related additional income to the winner.
Simon Chadwick of Coventry University, who led the Mastercard study, said in a statement accompanying the report that the economic benefits associated with the final could be up to £210 million.
"This year's Champions League final is not only the largest prize for a European club, it is also the largest in the economic field."
In fact, almost everyone will think that Manchester United will eventually win the championship this season.
From a hard power point of view, the Red Devils under Ferguson already have this strength.
Besides, Martin Joel is not a coach like Mourinho.
Unlike the Magic Birds' success in the Portuguese Super League, even though Martin Joel has led the team to win the Premier League championship and the Champions League championship, few people think that all of this is his credit.
Compared with the Porto led by Magic Bird, this Tottenham team has almost been working hard on its own in the past two seasons.
So after Tottenham went dark, the top management's expressions naturally became much stiffer due to the financial losses.
In addition to the existing benefits of reaching the Champions League final of more than £30 million, Spurs will also receive a potential profit of £85 million from this victory.
This may include future commercial contracts, television broadcast rights, increased player value, and increased revenue from ticket sales, bringing the total value of this final to the winner to 115 million.
Although Martin Joel has mediocre abilities, his only advantage is that he is approachable and does not show arrogance and domineering behavior.
Even after winning the championship, when faced with the praise from the President of UEFA, he still acted like a traditional English gentleman, bowing his head and extending his hand: "Thank you, Mr. President."
Seeing Martin Joel being so humble, a satisfied smile appeared on Platini's face.
Rows of Manchester United players, led by their captain, lowered their heads one after another and allowed the award presenter to hang the silver medal, the symbol of the biggest loser, around their necks.
After wearing the silver medal, they have to line up and run into the court again to salute the audience.
And for some players with fragile hearts, this is tantamount to another beating.
But this time, Ronaldinho held his head high and faced the taunts, ridicules, praises, and comforts of the fans in the stands with firm eyes...
Some people would say that if it hadn't been for Ronaldinho's hesitant kick, Manchester United might not have lost.
But don't forget, if it hadn't been for Ronaldinho's divine header, Manchester United would not have dragged their opponent into overtime.
People will only remember your glory when you win, and your abjection when you fail.
Today's Champions League final can be regarded as a lesson for Ronaldinho.
But for Ronaldo, he still has a long life ahead, and there are plenty of opportunities to make up for his regrets.
For a young person, isn’t it true that the sooner a setback occurs, the better?
After the runner-up was unveiled, there was an award ceremony for the champion.
Platini personally put the medals around the necks of the Tottenham players one after another, and the Tottenham players who wore the gold medals did not immediately leave the stands.
They remained in the stands, lining up until Platini handed the trophy into their hands.
"Congratulations, boys, you are the champions!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!"
Even Robbie Keane shed tears of emotion at this moment.
"Hey, DONG, come here, together!"
Robbie Keane held one ear of the big ear cup, pointed the other side towards Wang Xiaodong, and shouted eagerly.
Although Wang Xiaodong did not score in this game, everyone knows that without Wang Xiaodong, Tottenham would not have reached the finals.
What's more, Wang Xiaodong's last kick was a point shot. If it were Robbie Keane, he wouldn't dare to kick it like that if he was given another 10 penalties.
As the true core of Tottenham, Wang Xiaodong is qualified to stand in the center of the team together with the captain.
Upon hearing Robbie Keane's invitation, Wang Xiaodong took the other side of the big ear cup without hesitation.
After the countdown of "1,2,3", the two of them raised the big ear cup high in the air.
...
At the request of the officials, after taking photos in the stands, the players ran into the stadium with their gold medals and Big Ear Cups.
Although the fireworks and other equipment failed due to the rain, there were no shortage of gold foil, salutes and other objects.
In the pouring rain, everyone climbed onto the makeshift podium on the court and held the cup again in front of many reporters.
This time, countless gold foils and gold ribbons fell from the sky, drowning everyone in them.
When all the dust settled, everyone's bodies seemed to be covered with seaweed, and some were even tied to the spot, unable to move.
But this did not affect Wang Xiaodong's actions at all. He picked up the Big Ear Cup, tore off the gold ribbon on his body, came to the reporters alone, and raised the trophy high.
This is a unique moment for every Spurs player.
After taking a photo, Wang Xiaodong looked back at his teammates who were still tearing off their gold ribbons, then turned around and laughed loudly at the reporter behind the billboard: "They are not done yet, let's do more Take some pictures.”
Journalists are naturally happy.
One by one, they raised their spears and cannons again, pointed them at Wang Xiaodong, and started clicking.
When they saw Wang Xiaodong throwing the big ear cup high into the air and catching it with one hand, even the security personnel watching the excitement couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
Good guy, you are more tiger than our fighting nation!
After each Tottenham player took a photo with the Big Ears Cup, Wang Xiaodong snatched the trophy and trotted to the player tunnel.
At this moment, most of the Manchester United players have returned to the locker room, leaving the field to the winner, but there is still a man wearing Manchester United uniforms waiting for him.
"Brother Dong, here you go."
Seeing Wang Xiaodong throwing the big ear cup at him like a ball, Dong Fangzhuo was so frightened that his soul flew away.
"Oh, fuck me!"
King Dong aimed his chest at the big ear cup and opened his arms to hug it tightly.
After holding him firmly, he could still hear his own heartbeat.
"Xiaodong, you can't joke like this, you're embarrassing your brother Dong."
The big-eared cup was like a hot potato, and Dong Fangzhuo couldn't wait to return it.
"Hey, what's this?" Wang Xiaodong stretched out his hand carelessly, "Didn't we agree that no matter which side wins the championship, we both have to take a photo together?"
Wang Xiaodong said absently, but before he could tighten his hand, Dong Fangzhuo had already let go.
Bang!
What everyone was worried about finally happened!
The big-eared cup fell to the ground with a clatter, turning Dong Fangzhuo into a vegetative state.
"Fuck!"
Wang Xiaodong was also surprised. He quickly bent down to pick up the big ear cup and patted the muddy water on it.
"Xiaodong, this..."
"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, this thing is made of stainless steel." Wang Xiaodong said casually.
The reporters around were as if they were on fire, and their flashlights kept flashing, freezing this scene into eternity.
After picking up the big ear cup, Wang Xiaodong pulled Dong Fangzhuo over without blushing and placed the big ear cup between the two of them.
"Come on, Brother Dong, let's take a photo of each other."
After saying that, he put his arm around the other person's shoulders, pulled one side of the big ear cup, and pointed it at the camera lens.
Dong Fangzhuo didn't dare to let go easily this time. With a tense face, she tried to force out a stiff smile in front of the camera lens.
After taking a few photos, Wang Xiaodong took off the wet jersey and handed it to Dong Fangzhuo: "Brother Dong, this jersey is just for you. You must be careful and don't give it to anyone else!"
"Ah, this is the final jersey of our first Champions League champion. I won't give it to Wang Tao even if he comes!" Dong Fangzhuo folded it carefully and held it firmly in his hand.
"Brother Dong still knows the market."
Wang Xiaodong nodded, seeming to understand deeply.
After bidding farewell to Dong Fangzhuo, Wang Xiaodong returned to the court shirtless.
He asked the staff to bring the national flag that had been prepared long ago and put it on his body. He jumped over the billboard and ran around the plastic track.
Seeing the black gauze on Wang Xiaodong's arms and the bright red flag on his body, all the Chinese fans in the stands stood up and clapped vigorously.
"The champion is really the Champions League champion!" Seeing this scene, Committee He couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Wang Xiaodong really did it!"
