King Bayern

Chapter 262 Award Ceremony

The game is over, Old Trafford has witnessed an epic myth, Munich won the UEFA Cup.

The Sevilla players were all sitting on the ground. They were naturally not reconciled to the result, but they could do nothing. This is football.

Ramos was stunned for a long time, then stood up and walked towards Hasler, "You have won, congratulations."

"Your team is great too."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, but this is not important anymore, the winner is king, this is football, and there is only one king at Old Trafford today - Munich

Those big names in the football world in the stands stood up and applauded. Although they looked down on the UEFA Cup, such as Ferguson, he was more concerned about the Champions League final a week later, which was the highlight of European football this year.

Young Bayer cried, he was sent off in the game, but it was sacrificed for the team, and he didn't make a malicious foul, just to keep the victory, when he came back to the court, he cried , almost crying into tears.

Jeremes hugged him, "Daniel, why are you acting like a child."

"I was originally a child."

Although the team won the German Cup last season, compared with the UEFA Cup, it was as insignificant as a mosquito's leg, but this time it is the final of the three major cups, the UEFA Cup, and it is a great event that can be proud of for a lifetime .

Hassler went to hug Lenz, "Andre, I think with the performance of this game, Klinsmann will take you to the World Cup, believe me."

Lenz also shed tears. For him, participating in the World Cup in Germany is a dream of his own.

"Hope, Thomas, if I can participate in the World Cup, I would rather exchange the UEFA Cup medal."

The focus of the photographers was on Chen Mu. He was the one who scored the goal in the final. It was like shooting a cannonball at Chen Mu.

"Crack."

"Crack."

"Crack."

"Say a few words, say a few words."

Chen Mu just laughed. Chen Mu, who was immersed in happiness at this time, couldn't say anything. There was no need to say anything. The only thing he needed to do was to enjoy this moment.

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Half an hour later, the podium was set up.

Some bigwigs in the stands also came down, first of all was Blatter, who presented the award for the champion.

Munich players lined up, this is a ceremony, as champions, they need to welcome the runner-up.

Sevilla walked through the alley. Although they were surrounded by applause, the Sevilla players felt very bitter at this time. They fell to the place closest to the champion, and even saw the UEFA Cup trophy. It's a pity that Sevilla will never be able to touch it.

Ramos is comforting his players, "Children, we are already great, and we can win the Champions League next year."

"The Champions League?"

Many players may be very disdainful in their hearts. After all, the team will leave many people this summer. This is the sorrow of the second-rate giants. I left, many people left, and maybe there will never be a next time.

Sevilla players walked up to the podium one by one and took the medals from the UEFA president, but many of them put them on and took them off immediately, some stuffed into the socks, and some were handed over to the assistants Coach, anyway, carrying a silver medal is always so uncomfortable, this is not the Olympics, this is football.

silver medal?It means nothing.

The finale is coming. According to the rules, the less important person walks in the front, so it is Paul who walks in the front.

A photojournalist followed Paul to shoot. Paul didn’t know the unspoken rules, but he was still very excited and shouted at the camera: “Mom and Dad, did you see that I won the championship, I am Australia’s first UEFA Cup champion, you can tell Your friend, your son Paul won the championship."

Bayer chuckled, "This Paul is stupid, doesn't he know that the people walking in front are all team staff?"

When Paul walked up to the podium, Blatter didn't know him, but asked politely, "Are you a staff member?"

Paul was suddenly dumbfounded, he was upset, what might he do?The opponent is the president of FIFA.

This is not the place to explain. In the end, Paul could only nod in embarrassment. Then Blatter smiled and put the gold medal on Paul's neck, patted Paul and said, "Logistics is also very important. Without you It is impossible for the players to play so well at work, by the way, are you in charge of the drinking fountains?"

Paul nodded, and Bratt smiled again, which meant—you can go.

Chen Mu walked onto the stage, and after receiving the award, he stood beside Paul, "What did the old man say when he patted you just now?"

Paul thought, "This is such a disgrace, I can't kill myself to say it."

"Just to be polite, Mr. Blatter said I'm doing pretty well."

"Not bad? Are you on stage?"

Paul was upset, "You're welcome, I wish you a Merry Christmas too, do I really care if you are happy or not?"

Chen Muna called a Khan, what happened to Paul today?Can't even take a joke?Take gunpowder?

He didn't know that Paul was suffering in his heart at this time.

Finally, after Hassler came on stage last, the awards ceremony was about to reach its climax, that is, Blatter would hand over the UEFA Cup trophy to Chen Mu.

However, Chen Mu will lift the Gold Cup with Hassler, and this season's UEFA Cup will officially end.

When Chen Mu walked towards Blatter, what were the thousands of fans doing in front of the TV?

Mark was crying, like a tearful man, and the fans in the Blue Lion bar were chanting their names, singing, and dancing.

At this time, in the streets and alleys of Munich, blue has become the most eye-catching color, and even people who don’t know each other can confide in their inner joy.

"Here we are, we have created a miracle, we have won the UEFA Cup."

"Look, blue lion, we are stronger than Bayern tonight, envy, jealous, hate it."

Chen Mu took the trophy from Blatter, and then he and Hassler held it high, fireworks rose over Old Trafford, and "We are the champions" rang out in the stadium.

Paul rushed over first, "Let me touch, let me touch."

"Don't worry, here you are."

Paul touched the UEFA Cup trophy, as excited as picking up a treasure, "Quick, Daniel, take a picture of me."

"Fuck, I'm not your secretary."

Chen Mu pointed to the photojournalist over there: "You are stupid, there are professional ones over there, you can go and show off."