Fang Jue's nerves were tense and he stared at the field.

Then he heard the whistle.

In the noisy court, the whistle was so clear.

The first sound.

Immediately afterwards, the second sound.

The third whistle sounded.

Here are the three whistles at the end of the game.

Fang Jue was standing around him full of players, but at this time they all opened their arms wildly and rushed into the stadium.

Warner hugged Sebalus all at once, and the two old men jumped and jumped.

In the stadium, at the moment the whistle sounded, Milner was holding the ball. He heard the whistle, and he looked at the referee, confirmed the game was over, and then kicked the football into the air with a big foot, opened his arms and began to run excitedly.

The other players also started running, hugging and cheering like crazy.

...

"The whole game ends! The game ends! The champion belongs to Aston Villa!"

"The match ends! The match ends! Aston Villa is five to two Barcelona, ​​they are the European champions! They are the kings of Europe in the 2010/2011 season!"

"Twenty-nine years ago, Aston Villa defeated the powerful Bayern Munich 1-0 in the European Champions League final and stood at the top of Europe. Twenty-nine years later, they came back, and they stood at the top of Europe again and dominated Europe for the second time!"

"Two years ago, coach Fang Jue and his wife jointly acquired Aston Villa. In the first year, they won the English League Cup and Premier League championships. This season, they defended the Premier League and League Cup championships again. Now, they defeated the powerful Barcelona and stood at the top of Europe. A new triple-championship has been born!" He Wei shouted excitedly, "Five years ago, he started from the Spanish Football B League, Spanish League Two, La Liga, Spanish League Two Champions, La Liga Championship, European Cup Championship, Spanish Cup Championship, Spanish Cup Championship and then to dominate the Premier League and Europe. He did it!"

"Congratulations to Aston Villa, to Fang Jue, they are the European champions of this season! Congratulations to them!"

...

The moment the whistle sounded, Fang Jue only felt his scalp numb, and a huge sense of joy filled his nerves.

He looked up and saw his players celebrating wildly.

He looked around, and the Aston Villa fans in the stands hugged, shouted, and celebrated.

Many reporters flocked to interview him. Now every word he said is fragrant and part of history.

Fang Jue ignored these reporters and walked straight to the Barcelona coaching seat.

Guardiola had a depressed expression and didn't even say a word of congratulations. She just touched Fang Jue's hand and took it away.

Fang Jue opened his mouth and watched Guardiola leave straight and walk towards the stadium to comfort the Barcelona players.

Still so rude.

Then, Fang Jue was surrounded by reporters.

"Mr. Fang Jue, Mr. Fang Jue."

"Coach Fang Jue, can you tell me how you feel now?"

"Very good, very good!" Aston Villa's young coach couldn't hide his excitement, "I, like the championship!"

The flash was made, which made Fang Jue feel a brief sense of dizziness. He was so excited. At this moment, he felt that he was the most successful person in the world and the happiest one.

"Coach Fang Jue, can you talk about your tactics for today's game?"

Fang Jue pushed away the reporter's siege and pointed to the field, "I want to be with them now, they are the biggest contributors, sorry."

...

In the camera, the young and handsome coach stepped into the stadium with great strides. There were many reporters in front of him, carrying cameras, topics and recorders, and following closely. The flash lights light up from time to time, illuminating his future and future, building a different kind of brilliant red carpet.

He saw Ronaldo kneeling in the field, and the Brazilian was wiping his tears.

"Hey, why are you crying?" Fang Jue pulled Ronaldo up and hugged him, "Ronnie, you should be happy, you should be happy, you are the European champion now."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Ronaldo hugged Fang Jue tightly and shouted loudly, tears rubbing against Fang Jue's cheeks.

Fang Jue patted Ronaldo on the shoulder, "Smile, be happy, Ronnie."

Then he walked towards Barack, the German veteran was red in his eyes and was interviewed by German TV stations.

Seeing Fang Jue, Barak rushed up and hugged him, "Boss, thank you, thank you."

"Michael, you're a Grand Slam now." Fang Jue laughed.

Barack was also laughing, laughing, and tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Shevchenko was running with the Ukrainian flag on her body, just like the scene she had at Old Trafford Stadium eight years ago.

Bell, Milner, Abanglaho, they were hugging each other, yelling excitedly.

Aston Villa's captain Desler was summoning the entire team to assemble, and then everyone held hands and rushed towards the stands in a gliding state, attracting huge cheers from Aston Villa fans in the stands.

...

At this moment, in Birmingham, there were also huge cheers resounding, and the fans jumped and jogged and celebrated.

Many older fans were wiping their tears and were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

The camera locked on a white-haired female fan in the stands of the New Wembley Stadium. She hugged the black and white album tightly in her arms. It was her husband. Twenty-nine years ago, Aston Villa stood at the top of Europe. Her husband, ordinary fans who were engraved with Aston Villa's imprint from birth to death, witnessed the team's glory on the hospital bed through live TV and left the world with a smile.

Twenty-nine years later, she brought him to the scene to witness the team's glory again twenty-nine years later.

"Joel, did you see it?" The gray-haired old man looked up at the night sky in London, and the stars were shining. He was there.

Hug and high-five with every player, thank them for their efforts and dedication.

Fang Jue even walked over to comfort his friends in Barcelona, ​​Messi, Iniesta and others.

He finally stopped and accepted an interview with the media, to be precise, an interview with CCTV media of his motherland, while other media were interviewing freely.

"Guide Fang Jue, this is the first time that a Chinese coach has led a team to win the European Champions League championship. Do you have anything to say to fans across the country?"

"Thanks to all the fans who support me and support Aston Villa. The first time is always the hardest, and I hope it's just the beginning and we won't stop moving forward."

"What do you have to say to Chinese footballers?" The reporter asked this question.

"Football is football. Football has its own rules. If you develop according to the rules of football, you will succeed one day."

The reporter had to continue asking, and Fang Jue waved his hand and signaled that he would stop there.

He ignored the reporters' encirclement and retention and walked towards the entrance of the players' corridor. His players had already left the court under the arrangement of the assistant coach. They went to the locker room and wanted to change the championship T-shirts specially prepared by the club for the championship, and then returned to the stadium to win the gold medal and win the trophy at the top of Europe.

...

Fang Jue stood at the door of the locker room and he sorted out his clothes.

Through the door, the locker room seemed quiet, without crazy celebration sounds.

Is something wrong?

He pushed the door open and entered.

Then a huge cheer sounded. Fang Jue was about to speak, but Milner and Bell, who were ambushing behind the door, screamed and poured them down with champagne bottles.

"You guys!" Fang Jue opened his mouth and was immediately filled with several large mouthfuls of champagne.

He swallowed it sweetly.

"Welcome to our champion coach - Boss Fang Jue!"

Under the leadership of Deisler and Ronaldo, everyone screamed and more champagne was spraying.

Fang Jue was in an extremely embarrassing situation now, like a chicken that fell into trouble.

"My new clothes." The young head coach shouted.

Everyone laughed.

The carnival has begun.

The players carried champagne and beer as weapons, sprayed each other, and took a few sips at each other, making the atmosphere warm and crazy.

Ronaldo was the most excited. The Brazilian veteran was shirtless, carrying a bottle of wine, climbed onto the table, almost roaring, leading everyone to shout over and over again:

champion!

champion!

We are the king of Europe!

Looking at the noisy locker room, watching several players even take off their legs and run around with birds to make a fuss, Fang Jue was also amused and crying.

He wiped his watch, looked at the time, clapped his hands, "Okay, guys, go take a shower, change into a champion T-shirt, don't let Barcelona wait for a long time."

There was another cheer and scream.

...

The staff pushed open the door and was immediately sprayed with champagne. They wiped their cheeks helplessly and shouted, "Mr. Fang Jue, it's time for you to go back to the stadium to receive the prize."

After saying that, seeing that the players were going to continue to ‘attack’ him, the staff quickly closed the door and ran away.

Everyone laughed again. After working hard for a season, they stood at the top of Europe. Everyone's tense emotions were completely released. Now is the time to indulge in happiness.

Finally, amid the coaching staff's "reprimand" sound, everyone took a battle bath and replaced the champion T-shirt.
To be continued...