Chapter 397: Dream (Daily Transition)

The match is over.

The story of Qiannian Qiuchang has come to an end.

The sea breeze of Bristol Bay, blowing from south to north, lifts the black hair and bandages of the gunner boy, and it will tell every passerby in Wales... this story about perseverance.

Li Kang did not fall on the road to his dreams.

There is always something beautiful worth giving one's all for, even if it means being smashed to pieces.

Wenger endured twenty-one years of bitter waiting, and finally his wish was fulfilled.

Arsenal, with a 131-year history, welcomed its first Champions League trophy.

Li Kang and his gunner teammates walked a long, long road, passing through Barcelona, Monaco, Bei lai yin, Munich, Turin... all the way marching to the summit of the Champions League.

At this moment, the fireworks of Qiannian Qiuchang were lit for the Arsenal, and the flames burst forth with glory and dreams.

Triple crown, Arsenal!

Real Madrid players need not be sad; you stand on the peak, and all your strengths and weaknesses will be examined under a microscope, and the whole world will become your enemy.

Real Madrid fans need not be sorrowful, for your players have already reached heights that many cannot attain.

Royalty is not eternal.

The Champions League field is full of contingency.

The story between challenger and defender will continue as before.

Congratulations to Arsenal, blessings to Real Madrid.

The camera cuts.

The Big Ear Cup is being engraved with a new name: ArsenalF. C

Cristiano Ronaldo's eyes rimmed red, and feelings of loss and resentment quickly spread.

The European Championship final was lost.

The Champions League final was lost again.

Oh, no... the most important thing now is to care about Pepe's injury!

Wiping away tears, his gaze instantly regained resolve, and he immediately turned and headed toward the tunnel.

He does not worry about right or wrong on the pitch, because Pepe is his best brother.

It has been this way for years; no grand principle can surpass the friendship as strong as gold.

Whenever I am bullied, the first to stand up is always Pepe.

The cordon at Qiannian Qiuchang is impenetrable.

Several fans attempting to rush onto the pitch were pushed back by security onto the advertising boards.

"Lee!

"!"

"Lee!

"!"

"Lee!

"!"

Li Kang had no chance to enjoy the flowers and applause.

He was surrounded by the medical and coaching staff as he left the field... continuing to receive treatment, getting a cast.

Wenger felt regret.

His refined bearing is gone; the 68-year-old Arsenal manager now resembles a nagging old grandmother, constantly blaming himself: 'It's too risky, letting Li persist in the match is too risky... I've been too indulgent toward Li... how could I listen to him? Even if Arsenal can't win this Champions League, I don't want Li's career to be ruined.'

Morata and the old Real Madrid teammates embraced one by one, with match-worn jerseys hanging on their shoulders: he had agreed with all the players before the game that the Champions League match-worn jerseys would be auctioned off and donated to sick children.

Soon, the players on the field became bald.

Arsenal's frontline star had no time to continue pleasantries, turning to go with his teammates to watch Li Kang's casting process.

Modrić looked dejected: 'I did a lot of preparation before the match, why Li...'

The tactical thinking system built up over the years in his mind wavered on the brink of collapse, almost about to crumble.

Kroos patted his shoulder and comforted: 'Respect objective reality; if Varane were fully recovered, if Pepe hadn't been sent off... without so many 'ifs', we will surely have a chance to face Arsenal again next year.'

Casemiro hesitated: 'Li might not stay at Arsenal... maybe he'll become our teammate.'

Upon hearing this,

Bell, whose thoughts had flown to the golf course, suddenly remembered something:

Cristiano Ronaldo's dispute with Florentino over the salary increase is essentially about status; his current salary isn't even comparable to Messi's, let alone Neymar's—he doesn't care about money, he cares about status.

Florentino hesitated over the wage increase... he thinks Cristiano Ronaldo is too old.

What are you thinking? Cristiano Ronaldo could never leave Real Madrid, and Li would definitely not join Real Madrid!

As soon as the words left his mouth,

The Real Madrid stars all looked at Bale with strange eyes: 'This kid's thoughts are wandering too far!'

At the same time.

Emirates Stadium.

Tens of thousands of Arsenal fans, relying on the live broadcast on the four big screens around the pitch to quell their cravings, were wildly excited.

The image finally froze: the back of Arsenal's number 10, wrapped in bandages.

Triple crown.

FA Cup champion.

Premier League champion.

Champions League champion.

Arsenal, founded 131 years ago, finally has the ticket to join the ranks of top-tier giants!

「eonyougunners！

！」

Fireworks burst into bloom.

They cheered for the team's title win, and for the 200-million-euro man!

Under the night sky, the Emirates Stadium echoed again and again with Li Kang's name.

North London, tonight, no one sleeps.

Tottenham's home fans also gritted their teeth and lay awake.

The Qiannian Qiuchang gradually grew quiet.

UEFA staff bustled about, and finally set up the award podium.

The Big-Ears Cup glittered.

Arsenal's crest and the Champions League logo were visible everywhere.

Li Kang, wearing a cast, returned to the pitch; the team doctors horrifiedly discovered his hand tendons were also injured, frightening Wenger and Boerde into restless agitation.

Players from both sides also changed into clean spare jerseys.

The clamor gradually faded.

The award ceremony proceeded without undue delay.

At such a moment, nobody had the heart to listen to UEFA President Čeferin's nonsense.

Fireworks and salute cannons boomed in unison.

Colorful paper scraps fluttered everywhere.

Accompanied by the stirring Champions League anthem, the Qiannian Qiuchang resembled a holy sanctuary.

Li Kang and Wenger each took hold of one side of the Big-Ears Cup.

One.

Two.

Three.

The moment the Champions League trophy was raised.

Countless flashbulbs flickered wildly.

Arsenal fans worldwide felt their blood boil.

「2016/17 UEFA Champions League champions, Arsenal！

！」

The celebrations died down.

Friends and family entered the pitch.

Arsenal teammates were either passionately kissing their wives and girlfriends, or chasing after their sons and daughters.

Welbeck, that guy, excitedly dragged his own father to face Li Kang.

Li Kang's grandparents didn't come.

Wo Le Er fell ill.

Tuopu Laotou felt unwell.

Bosque had to prepare for the Confederations Cup.

Kieslin, at La Masia's youth academy, not only harvested several talented young prospects, but also successfully persuaded Sofia's foster mother to go to the Lewokusen cafeteria...

Finally.

Li Kang, urged by the coaching staff and team doctors, left the pitch.

The entire Arsenal squad returned to North London overnight.

On the plane.

A strong wave of drowsiness hit.

Li Kang had a very long, very long dream.

「The starting central defensive pairing of Real Madrid is Varane and Ramos。」

「Varane in good health is too strong; he once again neutralized Li Kang's attack on the left flank。」

「Look, with no pressure on the back line, the ceremonial midfielder need not drop back, fully unleashing the two-point attacking firepower! 」

「Modrić's link-up on the left with Marcelo and Cristiano Ronaldo is too strong! 」

「Kroos, the immortal points the way! 」

「... 」

「After 90 minutes, the match ended 2-2 between Arsenal and Real Madrid; the game is about to go into extra time... 」

「Penalty shootout... 」

「Ah—uh—ah—uh! This little donkey is pretty lively, huh? Li, I also want to go play for Arsenal! 」

「The club will erect a statue of you outside the Emirates Stadium! You'll become the club chairman! Yes, we'll play for Arsenal for life! We'll become Arsenal legends! Legendary! 」

「Li San... 」

「Bang! 」