The Chinese feel relaxed at this moment, but their steps are a little sloppy and their stomachs are a little hungry.

But he saw Carragher who had just cramped on the court. For some reason, he ran very fast on the court, shouting everywhere, and there was also Drogba who was injured. Why is this big black man still alive?

"This group of guys..." Yang Cheng smiled in the deafening ocean, and even he could not hear the voice himself.

Turning around, I saw countless Liverpool fans in the stands, hugging each other in groups, crying one by one.

In the lower stands, countless Liverpool fans rushed out of the seats and rushed to the outside of the seat area, shouting at Yang Cheng and others, venting their excitement and excitement.

On the contrary, Yang Cheng himself, looking at these scenes, should be very happy and excited, but his heart was quiet.

It’s not that he won the championship too much and became numb. In fact, he didn’t feel numb. He was still very happy and excited, and even shouted in an attempt to vent. But after experiencing such a game, he felt a little exhausted all over and couldn’t tell whether he was hungry or something.

He slowly walked back to the home team coach's seat, put Tim Hank's laptop next to him, and sat down in the seat of his own.

He clasped his hands in front of his mouth, looked at the Liverpool players in a mess on the court, and listened to the overwhelming cheers that poured in his ears, he really felt like a dream.

Tens of thousands of fans, who had accumulated 90 minutes of enthusiasm, erupted at this moment, just like a volcano. The shock was enough to melt everyone present, allowing them to personally feel the madness and enthusiasm of Liverpool fans.

The players shouted excitedly on the court, gathering together in groups of three or three. Even Carragher, who was cramping just now, ran around the track and field track of the court. God knows how this guy recovered from the cramps.

Gerald also got off the stands. He put on his jersey, walked into the stadium, and hugged his teammates one by one. Although he failed to participate in this game, he had already swore in his heart that he would try to win another Champions League trophy as Yang Cheng said.

A group of people celebrated crazy on the court, fireworks, banners, and colorful flags... The entire stands at Atatuk Stadium have completely become a sea of ​​celebration. Liverpool fans have turned this stadium into Juventus' hell and Liverpool's paradise.

They are the ones who really decide the outcome of this game!

Without them, there would be no such game!

"Boss!"

Just when Yang Cheng was in a daze, Gerald ran to the front of the home team's coaching seat.

"Hmm?" Yang Cheng woke up, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing!" Gerald said with a smile, and the Liverpool players around him laughed.

"Everyone and I think that if we can't give the boss a special celebration at this time of winning the championship, we really can't express our gratitude and gratitude to the boss!"

Yang Cheng was about to refuse, but the players there had already started to take action.

Then he saw Drogba shouting directly, "Boss, I'm sorry, I'll do my job as they told me!" Then he saw him pulling up Yang Cheng's legs.

"Didil, who killed Thousand Swords, you obviously mentioned this idea first!" Carrick and Little Ronaldo raised one shoulder by themselves.
Chapter completed!