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Chapter 545 Celebration Moment
With a gratified smile, Nie Fei looked at the two figures stacked together in the middle of the court, and then patted Sun Chenghai on the shoulder next to him.

"Why?" Sun Chenghai, who was depressed because Arsenal conceded two goals in a row at the end, turned his head dissatisfied, thinking that Nie Fei would take the opportunity to laugh at him.

"Hehe, why are you still angry? Don't you think that with the state these two little guys are showing now, they might be able to complete the tasks we didn't complete in the World Cup?" Nie Fei said with a smile.

Sun Chenghai's eyes lit up: "You mean the World Cup?"

"That's right." Nie Fei's words caught the attention of Ailin, Zhu Guosheng, Wu Jiang and others. Although they have faded out of the national team now, they still care about the national team very much. But having said that, even if they were not former members of the national team, they would not care about the World Cup: "Look at the state of these two little guys. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the best striker combination in Europe now? With such a pair of striker combination that cooperates tacitly, what kind of performance will we have in the World Cup? Goals must depend on forwards. Now which country has two such outstanding strikers? A combination of strikers and a club with such a tacit understanding? In this way, what a big advantage we have over other strong teams before the start of the World Cup!"

"But isn't it too difficult to surpass our previous results?" Sun Chenghai asked suspiciously: "Our best result in the World Cup was No.3! And that time there was a big reason because the competition was held in Asia, and that World Cup was actually quite abnormal. After that, the quarter-finals in two consecutive World Cups is the embodiment of our true level. Moreover, this year's World Cup is held in Brazil, and Brazil's seventh World Cup championship is almost a certainty. Is it possible to achieve this goal?"

Ai Lin and others nodded their heads. These old international footballers naturally know what level the overall level of Chinese football has reached. It can be said that if there is no sudden blowout situation and a large number of talented players, it is impossible to say that it is impossible to achieve or surpass their record in the 02 World Cup. Messi was not the world footballer at that time.

"I don't think it's impossible." Nie Fei said surprisingly, "But I'm not referring to this World Cup, but the next World Cup... At that time, Messi was only 31 years old, and Long Bisheng was only 29 years old, which was the golden age of a player. And don't forget, four years later, the World Cup will be held in China—our territory."

Since successfully defeating Qatar two years ago and obtaining the right to host the World Cup, all Chinese fans have been looking forward to the day when they will win the championship in their home country.

Although influenced by Nie Fei's words, Sun Chenghai still shook his head: "Four years is too long, and no one can be sure what will happen in four years. Is it too early to be happy now? Instead of looking forward to the World Cup four years later, it is better to look forward to what they will create in Brazil this year."

Nie Fei smiled and did not answer. In fact, he is not sure. It is just that after four years, the players who won the 09 World Youth Championship will be the main players in the national team. Nie Fei is looking forward to this group of champions.

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While these former Chinese national team players in the stands were discussing the future of the Chinese national team, Arsenal on the field had reached the most dangerous moment.

Now they are behind, and compared with Newcastle before, they are facing a more severe situation-that is, there is not much time for them to catch up!

Wenger replaced three attackers in one breath, but Mourinho would not give him this opportunity. In terms of the thickness of the bench, Newcastle is still higher than Arsenal, and at this time, how could Newcastle allow Arsenal to spoil their feast at the last moment!

Wenger changed three attackers, while Mourinho directed the players to focus on marking these new forces, starting from the midfield to start a fierce interception, so that Arsenal's offense could not be organized smoothly!

Of course, this approach consumes a lot of energy, but for Newcastle, they only need to survive the last few minutes. With the support of this spirit, Newcastle's players are enough to complete this task!
Destroy it if you can, and kill time with the ball if there is a gap to take the ball-this approach has long been familiar to Newcastle.

And now Arsenal's offense is not as organized as in the first half. One is physical problems, and the other is psychological problems-no matter how determined Arsenal's players are, it is already difficult to regroup in this situation.

Cesc Fabregas and a few others still wanted to try to equalize the score, but Newcastle's Long Bisheng and Gerrard entangled the core that was most likely to perform miracles one after the other, leaving him with few opportunities to get the ball. Without Fabregas' organization, Arsenal's offense began to become chaotic.

When Wilshere shot a hasty long-range shot across the crossbar from the front of the penalty area, Wenger could only sigh and admit his failure.

Mourinho used up the last substitution quota, and Messi left the field amid the applause of the Newcastle fans. He did not leave the field quickly, but at this time, the Arsenal players did not protest. They just looked at Messi and Walcott with a bit of a dazed hug before leaving the field.

In the final minute of stoppage time, Gerrard grabbed the ball in midfield and passed it to Long Bisheng. Long Bisheng dribbled the ball and went to the wing. Although his ball-handling skills were not very good, his ability to protect the ball on the spot was quite good. Arsenal had been dispatched until the third person snatched the ball from his feet. The moment the ball was snatched, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game!

At that moment, half of the stadium cheered, while the other half of the stands heard heavy sighs, even crying!
Falling down in the face of honor - is there anything more tragic than this?

Arsenal's players have no lack of other honors, the only thing they lack is this Champions Cup, and Wenger is not lacking any honors, the only thing they lack is also this Champions Cup!
They were once very close to this honor they dreamed of, but it was often so close, but so far away.

The Newcastle people are cheering, cheering desperately, because they have produced a great season, a season of four crowns, and the Arsenal people are suffering, because they are close to the peak of their club and collapsed!

When the referee blew the whistle to end the game, everyone on the Newcastle bench rushed into the pitch and celebrated with the players on the pitch, while Mourinho and Pei Wei just shook hands, sorted out their clothes, and walked to Arsenal's coaching bench.

There was a wry smile on the corner of Wenger's mouth. He had tried his best and his players played extremely well, but he still lost to Newcastle.

Even someone as resolute and open-minded as Wenger showed a trace of fatigue and unwillingness at this moment.

"Jose, Pei, congratulations, you guys... are quadruple champions and deservedly the best team in Europe this season." Tiredness and unwillingness were just a momentary thing, and Wenger returned to his handsome demeanor in a blink of an eye, and congratulated Mourinho and Pei Wei.

"Our luck is better." Mourinho was humbled for a rare time. Firstly, Wenger was the coach he respected. Second, he also admired Wenger for almost cornering himself when the cards in his hand were not as good as his.

"Luck is also a part of strength." Wenger shook his head: "You created more opportunities in the game. If you want to talk about luck, our luck is even better, but we can't win you...Jose, you have a good chairman."

In the end, Wenger still showed his dissatisfaction. If the owner of Arsenal can be as generous as Pei Wei, if Arsenal can have a few more outstanding players, maybe the result of today's game will be different. Unfortunately, if it's just if, the football field can only talk about the final results. Having a good owner is also an integral part of the strength of a team.

"Oh, professor, I really feel embarrassed when you praise me like this..." Pei Wei laughed.

"Hehe..." Infected by Pei Wei's emotions, Wenger also laughed, shook hands with Pei Wei, and said: "You guys celebrate, I have to comfort my players... The lads are very sad, but we still have a future, don't we?"

Mourinho and Pei Wei nodded at the same time. Wenger turned around and strode towards the pitch. A gust of wind blew by, blowing a few strands of white hair on Wenger's head. Although this scene looked so bleak, Mourinho and Pei Wei felt Wenger's immortal ambition.

"It seems that the war with Wenger will continue for a long time." Pei Wei said.

"Isn't that better? Ferguson retired and Benitez went to Italy. If Wenger also wants to retire, then I'm the only one left... What's the point?" Mourinho said passionately.

At that time, the four coaches of the four giants of the Premier League retired one after another. Although there are still world-class coaches like Ancelotti to supplement them, if only Mourinho is left among the four famous coaches, Mourinho will also find it very boring.

Cesc Fabregas was lying on the lawn, looking up at the completely dark night sky, his mind went blank, and he felt that he had no energy in his body.

In this game, he was Arsenal's best player and also the hardest player. He almost contained Newcastle's Essien, Gerrard and Long Bisheng alone, scored a penalty kick and instigated a goal. Even he himself thought this game was his best performance this season, but in the end, he still lost the game.

Before the game, I vowed to help Arsenal and the professor win the Champions League, but they still couldn't do it. If they can't win the Champions Cup, maybe the professor is going to retire?Then is it necessary for me to stay at Arsenal?Barcelona has always wanted me to go back, think about Pique, he left Barcelona a year later than himself, much later than he became famous, but now Pique is already a Grand Slam player, what about me?

Just as Cesc Fabregas was feeling powerless, a familiar face appeared above his head.

Wenger stretched out his hand to him: "Cesc, get up, we lost today, but we still have a future."

Holding Wenger's old but still strong hands, Cesc Fabregas stood up in a daze, looking at Wenger who looked younger than before the start of the game, full of doubts.

"Don't forget that you are only 27 years old and have just reached your peak period. Arsenal is also a young team and we can afford to lose." Wenger smiled confidently: "I am not old yet, I am only 65 years old! Ferguson can work until 74 years old, how can I retire so much earlier than him! There is still such a long time, enough for us to rebuild a strong team! Now the club has almost paid off the loan to build the stadium, and our financial situation will get better and better... How? Maybe you will become the first foreign player to dedicate his entire career to Arsenal!"

Although Cesc Fabregas was trained by Barcelona, ​​he really embarked on the road of professional football, but it was from Arsenal. Although Barcelona was a dream he started when he was a child, after spending 11 years of professional career in Arsenal, Arsenal has already become a part of Fabregas' life!

"As long as you don't retire, Professor, I will stay here forever!" Fabregas said excitedly!
"Haha!" Wenger laughed and hugged Cesc Fabregas: "Cesc, maybe we will retire together... You still play for ten years, and I still coach for ten years. At that time, we will retire together and become a legend in the history of football!"

When Cesc Fabregas calmed down slowly, he began to perform the duties of a captain, pulling up his teammates one by one, and preparing to return to the locker room.

"Let's go! We lost today, and this is where they celebrate!" Fabregas led his players to the player tunnel, turned to look at the Newcastle players who were celebrating on the pitch, and said coldly, "It's just a one-season match! There will be many opportunities for revenge in the professional football circle. Next season, we'll wait and see!"

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Long Bisheng only stayed in the stadium for a while, then he ran to the stands where Ning Xi and Lu Xiaoshan were, and kept waving his hands to the stands. This stand was also occupied by Newcastle fans. Seeing the hero of this game like this, they were all extremely excited.

After only a few swings of his hand, Long Bisheng hadn't found Ning Xi and Lu Xiaoshan from the stands. He was surrounded by several reporters. Several microphones were passed to his mouth. A reporter asked loudly, "Dragon! Dragon! You scored two goals in today's final. This is your eighth and ninth goal in the Champions League. You became a double scorer in the Premier League and the Champions League. Before you moved to Newcastle, did you think you would create such a result?"

"Of course I thought about it, but I'm not sure if I can do it!" Long Bisheng laughed loudly: "It doesn't matter how many goals I score. The important thing is that we won. If we lose this game, no matter how many goals I score, I won't be happy."

"So how are you feeling at the moment?" another reporter asked.

"How do you feel at the moment?" Long Bisheng asked rhetorically, and then grinned: "Of course it's great! I feel like I'm flying right now! It's a fantastic season to win four championships in one season!"

"What do you think of Arsenal's performance today?" The reporter continued to ask.

"They performed very well, and we also performed very well. Although we are the winner in the end, Arsenal still deserves respect." Long Bisheng replied very formulaically.

After answering these few innocuous words, Long Bisheng didn't want to entangle with these reporters any longer. He couldn't find Ning Xi and Lu Xiaoshan, so he still had other fun to find...

Mourinho was celebrating with Pei Wei, and then he found several players rushing towards the two of them, Mourinho rolled his eyes, and was about to abandon Pei Wei and run away without any loyalty, but...

Bell, who had been preparing for a long time, grabbed Mourinho and shouted: "Guys! The coach wants to escape!"

The other players rushed forward, grabbed Mourinho and threw them into the sky. When Mourinho flew into the sky involuntarily, he happened to see Pei Wei being caught by the players and thrown up...

"No loyalty...Jose, this is the fate of no loyalty!" Pei Wei shouted at Mourinho gloating while falling in the air, completely forgetting that his situation was no better than Mourinho's...

It's a time of celebration, isn't it?At this moment, is there anything else to consider?
Long Bisheng mingled with his teammates and threw the head coach and chairman into the sky, while smiling cheerfully, completely forgetting everything.

(End of this chapter)