Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

"Not celebrating without me, huh?"

Seeing how lively the locker room was.

Inzaghi lunged forward with a horse stance and darted into the locker room.

He nearly knocked Huang Kaiwen and Kaka off their feet.

The charging Inzaghi wrapped one arm around Sheva and rhythmically clenched a fist with his left hand, chanting, "Milan, champions, Milan, champions!"

"Milan!"

"Champions!"

"Milan!"

"Champions!"

"Isn't it a bit too early to celebrate?" Kaka asked worriedly.

"Leading by four goals, how can they win?"

Inzaghi said nonchalantly and started chanting again, "Champions, Milan, champions, Filippo!"

Cafu and Dida became emotional.

"Watching 'Casablanca', I fell in love with you. Back then, in a drive-in theater, the back row lights flickered uncertainly. Popcorn and soda under the stars turned into champagne and caviar, we fell in love in the long and sultry summer nights..."

Brazilians have a gift.

Even if it's a ballad, they sing it joyfully.