Chapter 69 We are the champions!

Chapter 69 We are the champions!

"Three to one! Three rounds of penalty kicks have passed, and now it is three to one! Mallorca is far ahead! As long as Mallorca can score the next penalty, they will win the game!"

The ESPN commentator shouted loudly, he was also extremely surprised by this result, anyway, Arsenal is still much more famous, and Suk and Vieira both hit the ball at the post And the crossbar also makes people feel surprised. This game seems to have been shrouded in a strange atmosphere from the very beginning...

The Arsenal fans were pale, with disappointment hanging over their faces. In the next two rounds, unless Mallorca can't score both, Arsenal can score both, then they will be able to score. After the ball fight dragged on to five rounds...

Jose waved his hand, then turned around and said with a big smile to the assistant coaches and substitute players around him: "Guys, wait for Thiago to score this goal, and then we will celebrate!"

The members of Mallorca waved their fists to express their agreement, but there were also some people who were a little worried. Facing such a crucial situation, Motta, who was only 18 years old, could he score this penalty?

The Mallorca fans in the stands were also a little worried, after all, they had never seen Mota play before...

However, after thinking about it, they realized that Mallorca really didn't have many penalty shooters. This young Brazilian might need support.

So there was warm applause from the Mallorca fans in the stands, hoping to show their support for the young teenager, while the Arsenal fans raised a glimmer of hope that such a young player might be able to play at the point. Weak feet in the ball game, right?

In the applause of the Mallorca fans, Motta walked towards the penalty area step by step. This is the most important day after he entered Mallorca, and this moment is the most important moment!

It is impossible to say that Mota is not nervous at this time, but he knows that it is useless to be nervous.

When Mota walked towards the penalty area, the Mallorca players behind him put their shoulders on each other, silently cheering for Mota. They are not familiar with Mota, but at this time, they can only choose to believe Mota .

And the Arsenal players are praying that the young man on the other side will fly the ball. Mallorca's first three penalty kicks have been missed. If one is missed, it may be able to form a chain reaction...

This section of the road looks very long, but it still quickly ends at Mota's feet.

After receiving the ball from the referee, Motta put the ball on the penalty spot, then straightened up and looked at Seaman opposite.

Seaman is fully twice his age, but Mota is not afraid.

The entire stadium became quiet, and even the chattering commentators shut their mouths. Everyone knew that this scene might be the last moment of the game.

If Motta scores a goal, the game is over. If Motta does not score, the game will continue.

Jose also put his shoulders on each other off the court, watching the scene in the penalty area without blinking his eyes.

Seeing that both sides were ready, the referee raised his right hand, put the whistle in his mouth, and blew the whistle vigorously for a penalty kick!

Motta starts to run!

All the cameras were aimed at this young man who was not yet eighteen years old, watching him run close to the ball, and then swung his left foot!

Seaman threw himself to the left!

Motta hit the bottom of the ball with the inside of his left foot!

Spoon Penalty!

The ball drew a perfect arc in the air, and fell directly into the goal at a slow speed!

Motta opened his arms and knelt down, and the stands burst into huge cheers from the Mallorca fans!

At the same time, the Mallorca players near the middle circle rushed into the penalty area like crazy, and the assistant coaches and substitute players off the field also rushed to the field at the same time!

"The goal! Motta scored Mallorca's fourth penalty! The next penalty shootout is no longer necessary, four to one! Mallorca won the penalty shootout! Bless them! Through tenacious defense and accurate shooting in the penalty shootout, Mallorca defeated Arsenal and won the first European trophy in the history of the club! The first UEFA Cup after the merger, the winner is from Real Mallorca of Spain!"

Denmark, Copenhagen, Parken Park Stadium!

Now this stadium has become a stage for Mallorcans to celebrate!

On this night, what happened at this place, all the bits and pieces, are destined to be engraved in Jose's mind, and will never be forgotten, because this is the first time he has achieved when he coached the team alone. The championship is the starting point of his brilliant achievements in the future. From this day on, the name of Jose Alemani will truly become famous throughout the European continent.

Since the start of this game, Jose's performance has been dazzling, whether it is the roar commanding the team to retreat from the sidelines, or the roar when Ngonga was sent off, or even every penalty kick scored in the penalty shootout The waving fists killed an unknown number of reporters' films, but at this time, when there was no one around, Jose was still standing on the sidelines in a daze—he had imagined that after winning the championship more than once, he would What to do, but when this moment came, he suddenly felt a deep tiredness.

Since taking office, he has always seemed energetic, omnipotent and confident-but only he himself knows how much pressure he actually bears. Facing a team in a mess, the so-called modifier didn't know how to use it. After calculations one by one and adjustments step by step, they finally achieved a result that exceeded Mallorca's current strength. Every step was condensed. Jose's sweat and blood!

At the same time, the fresh feeling of coaching a team independently for the first time also made Jose begin to mature rapidly.

He feels very tired now, not just physically tired, but the kind of tired who has been hollowed out. For half a season, he has been working at his desk almost every day, racking his brains to think about tactics and adjustments. Now All Jose wants to do is get a good night's sleep and have a great vacation.

People are not machines, and they need to relax after a long time of operation, even if he is still young.

But obviously, Jose can't go to rest now, because the game has just ended and the celebration has just begun!

The live radio shouted loudly: "The winner of the UEFA Cup in the 99-00 season is-Real Mallorca!"

"Mallorca! Mallorca! We are champions! European champions!"

Amidst the huge cheers of the fans at the scene, the Mallorca players and staff seemed to have discovered that one of the most important people had not participated in the celebration. Under the leadership of the assistant coach Natal, they collectively moved towards Jose rushed over, lifted up the unprepared Jose, and threw it towards the sky forcefully!

"One, two, three! Haha, the Mallorca players threw their coach Jose into the sky... Obviously, they like this coach very much! But no wonder, halfway As soon as he took office, he immediately brought Mallorca, which was originally at the bottom of the league, out of the relegation zone and successfully avoided relegation. He also won the UEFA Cup! If the team I support also meets such a head coach under this situation, I will also I will love him unreservedly!"

"Congratulations to Mallorca! Last season, under the leadership of the former coach Argentine Cooper, Mallorca reached the final of the Cup Winners Cup, but in the end fell short and only won the runner-up. This time, Mallorca led by Jose did not It is such a good result to get the third place in the league, but the runner-up in the UEFA Cup is not inferior to Cooper! Mallorca is lucky to be coached by such two outstanding coaches for two consecutive seasons..."

Jose flew up involuntarily, and every time he fell, his body was hit, which made him feel a little discomfort in his waist again, but he didn't care anymore, and there would be a long vacation , go see a doctor again...

At this time, he was just enjoying the thrill of winning the championship, the thrill of being worshiped by everyone!

After being thrown up by the players for more than ten times, Jose was put down by the players who were too excited to find the north. After landing, Jose supported his waist while staring at the group in front of him: "You guys! You almost broke me up! After I go back, practice for another week!"

Speaking of this, Jose himself couldn't help laughing. Seeing him laughing, all the players knew that Jose was joking, so cheerful laughter immediately filled the area!

After celebrating for a long time, when the display stand in the stadium was about to be ready, the award ceremony officially began!

Wenger took his disciples to receive the silver medal silently. This season was a failure for them. They finished second in the League, failed to win the League Cup and FA Cup, and reached the final of the UEFA Cup, but they were notorious. Far inferior to his own Mallorca defeat... This season, it does not belong to Arsenal.

After the runners-up received their medals, it was the turn of the champions.

The Arsenal fans were busy leaving the field, the Mallorca fans didn't care, neither did the neutral fans - that's the cruelty of football, no one cares about the runner-up.

Mallorca won the final, and everyone praised Mallorca for "successful use of tactics, defeating the strong with the weak, and played a classic game in the UEFA Cup final". If Arsenal won, then Everyone will also praise "Arsenal is really strong. Although facing the opponent's intensive defense, they still rely on their strong strength to win the game..."

Things in this world are like this, winners and losers.

Johansson, the president of UEFA, smiled and brought gold medals to the Mallorca players one by one, and occasionally praised him. Jose came up last, and Johansson shook hands with him, and then said with a smile: "What are you doing?" Well done, young man! You're the youngest head coach I've ever given out medals to..."

"It's my honor, Mr. Johansson." Jose replied with a smile. He has no ill feeling towards this old man who has been in charge of UEFA for a full ten years. In his previous life, he was a fan who liked to watch stars and giants. , he was even less fond of Platini later...

"Congratulations, champion coach." Johansson said with a smile, and then picked up the gold medal. Jose lowered his head slightly, letting the opponent hang the gold medal around his neck.

Next, is the most important time.

After receiving the UEFA Cup trophy from Johansson, Jose took a deep breath, lowered his hands slightly, and then suddenly raised the trophy high above his head!

An insignificant voice sounded from Jose's waist, but it was quickly submerged in the tide of cheers. No one noticed that at that moment, the expression on Jose's face was astonishing, Some stiffness.

"We are champions! Long live Mallorca!"