Mourinho thanked the fans on the sidelines, and many Inter Milan players also accompanied him, applauding and thanking the fans.
In the center of the stadium, the Monaco players celebrating were not too presumptuous. Many of them were old acquaintances with the Inter Milan players and had a good relationship with them.
Ujfalusi was chatting with Materazzi. The two were old acquaintances in Serie A and were once candidates for the best defender in Serie A.
"Man, this is the first time we've played against each other since you went to Monaco."
"Yeah, I didn't expect it has been two years. It feels like playing in Serie A was a lifetime ago."
"Doesn't it feel good to be chopping vegetables and fruits in Ligue 1? At your level, you can't even compete in Ligue 1."
"Forget about French Ligue 1, if I meet your Serie A champion this year, won't you still win?"
"Speak up! Otherwise I'll hit you with my head!"
"Stop making trouble. This is not the World Cup final. I'm afraid you'll go against me? After all, we don't have many more years to play football. We're old and ready to retire."
"Retiring is not an option! I must win the Champions League before retiring! We will definitely be able to achieve our goal next season!"
Another pair of defensive opponents, Lucio and Kompany, were also chatting.
Both of them had transferred from the Bundesliga in the past two years. When they were in Germany, the two had some friendships. After all, they were top players in the same position, and they had a strong feeling of sympathy for each other.
Lucio took the jersey handed over by Kompany: "You are so awesome. You have become the Champions League champion at such a young age. You are very likely to become the world's number one central defender in the future. I am optimistic about you!"
"Thank you, but if you want to become the world's number one, you have to wait until you retire."
"You kid can talk! But then again, do you know why I admire you so much?"
"Because I beat Bayern several times when I was in Hamburg?"
"Can you please have a good chat... I admire you because you are just like me, full of offensive blood! Let me give you a suggestion. If Monaco's defense has enough manpower, then you can apply for position prerequisites , at least to the defensive midfielder position. Isn’t Makelele retiring? You can take over his position. You are strong and good at controlling the ball, and you are always willing to join the attack. You will be the next one. I, no, you might do better than me!"
"Thank you for your suggestion, I will definitely consider it seriously."
At this time, Makelele, whom they were talking about, was hugging his old friend Cambiasso.
Looking at his former close partner in Real Madrid, Cambiasso sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect that you would retire so soon. It's such a pity."
"There are no regrets. At least I won the Champions League in the farewell game of my career and became the unprecedented five-time winner of Ligue 1."
"You're such a show-off guy, oh, I really envy you."
"Come on, man, Inter Milan is very strong. If you have more luck, you will reach the Champions League one day."
"I hope so. After I retire, I will have time to come and play in Milan."
"no problem!"
Beckham and Sneijder are also exchanging jerseys. Both of them once played for Real Madrid, but both regretted leaving due to various reasons.
Sneijder held up Beckham's jersey: "Man, it's a real pity that I didn't get to play in a team for you."
"You're too polite. You have already surpassed me. You are now the top three players in the midfield position in world football. You are very powerful."
"But in my heart, you are one of the top three midfielders in the history of international football."
"I am old and can no longer do it. The future belongs to young people."
"We will still have a chance to compete against each other in this year's World Cup. Let's show off again then!"
"Okay, see you in South Africa!"
Several old Real Madrid players were chatting, and two former Barcelona players were also reminiscing.
Eto'o patted Gudjohnsen on the shoulder: "Brother, I didn't expect that after you left Barcelona, you would win another Champions League. It's really amazing. Congratulations."
"It's just a fluke, man, you're doing well at Inter."
"It's a pity that I didn't score in this game. When we play again next season, I will definitely win back the Champions League title!"
While the two were chatting, Saviola walked towards them.
During their time at Barcelona, the three of them once worked together as a striker, and they also sat on the bench when they fell into troughs.
Seeing Saviola walking over, Eto'o snorted: "I can't be bothered to deal with this scum who transferred from Barcelona to Real Madrid!"
Eto'o turned around and left. Saviola wanted to say hello and made himself bored.
Heinze walked over and snorted: "You're just an abandoned general of Barcelona. Barcelona doesn't take you seriously, but you still take yourself seriously? It's really ridiculous. Brother, don't pay attention to him!"
Adriano, who had been playing against Sun Jihai throughout the game, exchanged jerseys with the Chinese defender in a friendly manner.
"Man, do you Chinese people play so hard? When we were in Cottbus, the Chinese National Railway was like this, defending was life-threatening, and you are the same way."
Sun Jihai looked at him seriously: "Our Chinese football team is not strong, and our overall talent is not as good as yours. All we can do is rely on diligence and hard work to make up for these gaps in strength."
Adriano nodded and handed over the jersey with admiration: "I am becoming more and more interested in Chinese players. I hope we will have the opportunity to meet in the Champions League next season!"
Recoba's jersey was exchanged by Zanetti. Zanetti looked at his old teammate with affectionate eyes: "Man, we have been at Inter Milan for more than ten years. I didn't expect you to choose to leave in the end."
Recoba shook his head and sighed: "I am getting older. Staying at Inter Milan would be a drag, but leaving is just the right thing."
"Alas..." Zanetti didn't say much. Regarding Recoba's departure, it was impossible to judge now whose fault it was.
"Although you are leaving European football, I hope you can return to Inter Milan when you retire. We will hold a grand farewell ceremony for you then!"
After hearing this, Recoba looked at the former captain with emotion: "I did not help Inter Milan win a Champions League championship. This is my lifelong regret. If there is an afterlife, I will still be willing to wear blue and black fans to support Inter Milan. Inter Milan battles!”
"The most correct decision I made in my life was to join Inter Milan in 1997. You have brought me the best memories. Although I will not be able to play for Inter Milan in the future, I will always be Inter Milan's most loyal fan! "
"Come on, my beloved brothers; come on, my beloved Inter Milan..."
