Chapter 518: Triple Crown (Everyday Transition)

At the moment the final whistle blew.

Real Madrid players lowered their heads in dejection.

Chelsea players raised their arms and shouted, while the coaching staff and substitutes huddled in embraces as they rushed onto the pitch.

At the Olympic Stadium, various emotions intertwined and permeated.

"The match is over."

"The night in Kyiv, the outcome is decided."

"After six years, Chelsea have won the Champions League again!"

"Li Kang delivered a superstar-level performance, shining atop Europe! Scoring twice, he helped the club bring home their second heavy Champions League trophy,"

"For two consecutive years, representing different clubs, they achieved the feat of a treble!"

"The pride of the yellow-skinned people!"

"German coach Tuchel, with his unfathomable deployment in this match, reminded one of the Battle of the Dnieper 75 years ago!"

German head coach?

Battle of the Dnieper?

He Wei's face flushed, he paused, then continued:

"The Blue Army players, with their indomitable fighting spirit and high-level martial skill, won a glorious victory in Kyiv!"

"Real Madrid players need not be disheartened, for Manstein once said in 'Lost Victories'"

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The commentator stuck to his old routine: mixing geography, chicken soup, and famous quotes to stir up emotion.

Olympic Stadium.

Security personnel stood ready, stopping fans who tried to rush onto the pitch.

Tuchel excitedly took the champagne from Dino's hand and switched to spray mode.

Buffon approached the gleaming Big Ears Cup, as if gazing at a fated partner he could never be with; excitement and fervor had faded, leaving only the calm and joy of finally being united.

Cahill's eyes were red, his vision blurred, as if the moment of victory in 2012 coincided exactly with now.

Rüdiger punched Bakayoko to confirm he wasn't dreaming.

Kante tiptoed, grabbed Li Kang's shoulder, jumped excitedly a few times, then suddenly felt a chill in his crotch!

Little Black Egg's first reaction wasn't to pull up his pants, but to turn and see who had tugged at them—of course it was Diego Costa!

William somehow produced a burger and handed it to Hazard.

Azpilicueta raised his phone to record the moment.

Not far away.

Before a massive billboard.

Morata tidied his hair, and as the club's player representative, he confidently faced the media's long and short guns.

"The key to winning the championship? Of course it's Li!"

"Also the coach's tactical deployment and the boss's support!"

"Yes! The World Cup!"

"Li and I's honor shelf is missing only a World Cup!"

"Goodbye, Russia!"

Someone rejoiced.

Someone felt sorrow.

The camera panned; Cristiano Ronaldo walked alone down the tunnel.

The commentator's voice and a sad BGM sounded at the right moment:

"Time, don't rush me; what's meant to come, I won't push away."

"Even through the screen, you can feel his unwillingness, making one's heart ache."

"A great tragic hero."

"Can the breeze by the Dnieper River carry away his sorrow?"

"Even at 33, Cristiano Ronaldo still displays leadership qualities, even when his team loses!"

"Undoubtedly, Cristiano Ronaldo greatly boosted Real Madrid's strength on a mental level."

"The passage on the night in Kyiv was so long; he did his best, alone bearing the Galacticos"

C Ronaldo looked furious. On one hand he flung his shin guard hard to the ground, on the other hand he swore as he left.

A pile of shit!

You're all kicking a pile of shit!

Real Madrid locker room.

Zidane had changed into a fresh pair of spare trousers.

He adjusted his tie.

Looking at his disheartened disciples, he loudly encouraged:

"Your performance has already been excellent!"

"My in-game decisions have serious problems!"

"Pick yourselves up, heads high, chests out, like men go thank the fans who accompanied us on the expedition!"

"What we lost tonight, we'll win back next year!"

Too bad.

Real Madrid will next season welcome a head coach with the worst coaching ability of the new century, breaking the team's 67-year-old loss record.

The Olympic Stadium gradually grew quiet.

The awarding platform emblazoned with Chelsea's crest had been set up.

Li Kang took hold of the Big Ear Cup.

Fireworks and salute guns sounded together.

Accompanied by the stirring Champions League anthem, pillars of fire rose around the podium!

The Chelsea players bent over, silently murmuring in their hearts.

One.

Two.

Three.

The Big Ear Cup was raised high.

Magnesium lights flashed wildly.

Chelsea fans worldwide were filled with passionate fervor at this moment.

"2017-18 season, UEFA Champions League champions, Chelsea!!!"

"Triple crown, Chelsea!!!"

The image froze.

Li Kang and his Chelsea teammates left behind a precious group photo.

This time, there was no farewell.

Tuchel stood silently in the corner, lightly clapping: he firmly believed that this blue dynasty would dominate an era to come!

The revelry ended.

Chelsea did not linger in the dangerous city of Kyiv.

Bomb alerts and attack incidents were so frequent.

What if someone wanted to blow up a hotel out of desperation?

Li Kang and his teammates flew overnight back to London.

Abramovich is an impatient man, even when giving money he is especially hasty. The club will advance the triple crown bonus.

When Dino saw that astonishing string of numbers in the email, he couldn't help but doubt life. After a moment of bewilderment, he inevitably made a silent resolution: he too wanted to follow Li Kang to spend his final years at Stamford Bridge, even if he remained an assistant coach for many more years!

Morata looked at the beaming Buffon and said, "Upon receiving the bonus, the first thing you'd most want to do is pay off your debts, right?"

Buffon stroked the Champions League medal on his chest and nodded seriously.

Morata continued asking, "What about the rest?"

Buffon said, "The rest, we'll pay back slowly."

Everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.

That night.

The news of Chelsea's ascent to the summit of Europe exploded across the internet.

Li Kang's photo on the green field occupied the front pages of all major media.

"Football Emperor!"

"Triple Crown, Chelsea!"

"Sky-Shattering Echo, a hint of blue above the Olympic Stadium."

"Ultimate Passing Dash - Deep Blue Giant Beast Ultimate Form, Crushing the Galactic Battleship!"

"Supercharged Sprint, the Unstoppable World's Number One Midfielder!"

"Zidane's Mysticism Falters, Real Madrid Comes to Grief in Kyiv."

"Heavyweight Recap: The Peak Tactical Duel Between Tuchel and Zidane."

"Li Kang's Victory Cannot Conceal the Decline, C Ronaldo Shows Kingly Bearing in Adversity."

Comment counts, likes, and shares surged wildly.

【Li Mingdeng, stunned handsome, as core for two consecutive years, winning the triple crown with different clubs, truly the undisputed new emperor of Europe!】

【Chelsea No. 10 · Ultimate King Skin!】

【Just one World Cup title away!】

【Left hand gripping the Big Ear Cup, right hand gripping the God of War Cup, crowned atop the world!】

【It's not that simple; the national team lacks the mature framework and chemistry of Arsenal and Chelsea, the Bullfighters squad is now a bunch of old, weak, sick, and disabled, Li Kang won't have it as easy as two years ago at the European Cup.】

Tomorrow I will write a bit more.