Chapter 280 The Miracle Of 4 Crowns! Glory Belongs To Chinese Players!
"Lukaku!!!"
"What an extraordinary strike!"
"If there is a God in this world, his name must be—Lord Suuuuuuu!!"
Sky Sports commentator Martin Taylor's raspy voice echoed across the globe.
Su Luo's precision-guided missile from over 50 meters away set up Lukaku's goal, igniting celebrations among fans worldwide.
The massive screens outside the Millennium Stadium exploded with excitement, as crowds gathered in the square embraced strangers next to them in pure joy.
This is the magic of football!
Chelsea's last-minute strike stirred the emotions of millions, and this Champions League final became an unforgettable moment for everyone watching.
No matter how many years go by, people will always remember Su Luo's hat-trick. They will recall his long-range rocket that leveled the game when all seemed lost. They'll never forget his final moment of brilliance, when he pierced Real Madrid's defense to assist Lukaku for the game-winning goal.
4-3!
Chelsea completed a world-shocking comeback!
It's another miracle in football history!
The Cardiff Miracle!
Real Madrid fans, once full of confidence, could hardly believe what they were witnessing.
Florentino Pérez and King Felipe VI, seated in the stands, were speechless—stunned.
"Is this... really happening?" Florentino muttered, numb from the shock.
Earlier, when Real Madrid were leading, Florentino didn't even glance at Abramovich. Now, with the championship slipping away, he was left utterly embarrassed. The trophy that seemed firmly in Real Madrid's grasp was suddenly snatched away.
In the past two seasons, Real Madrid had been favorites to win. They were the dominant force in Europe. But both times, they had faced Su Luo... and both times, they had been defeated.
Su Luo had become Real Madrid's ultimate nemesis.
Florentino was at a loss, while King Felipe VI managed to remain composed, though clearly disappointed.
"Congratulations, Mr. Abramovich. You truly have the courage to sign players who can perform miracles," the King said graciously.
To be fair, even an oil tycoon in 2016 might have hesitated to spend £155 million on a Chinese player. In European football circles, Chinese players were often dismissed as nothing more than overhyped imports. Signing one was seen as a huge risk.
Even the most talented players from Japan and South Korea were undervalued compared to their European counterparts. Meanwhile, English players of the same level often commanded premiums of at least £30 million.
When Su Luo joined Chelsea, there was no shortage of ridicule and skepticism from the English media. But after just one season, who dared to doubt him?
It was Su Luo—the Chinese superstar—who was now on the verge of delivering Chelsea an unprecedented four trophies.
"Thank you," Abramovich replied modestly. "Real Madrid also performed well. Unfortunately, luck was not on their side today."
Florentino's face darkened.
Is this kid doing it on purpose? Florentino thought. Is he mocking us for being unlucky?
Meanwhile, the elderly Queen behind them made her own conclusion.
"That was truly a wonderful match. To witness Su's performance in person—now I can die without regrets," she said with a chuckle.
"Your Majesty, don't say that! You've got at least another hundred years ahead of you!" Prince Harry quickly interjected.
The Queen let out a hearty laugh. "A hundred years? Poor Charles wouldn't be able to wait that long!"
The crowd erupted in laughter, even as the players' adrenaline still pumped from the epic battle they had just witnessed.
The Chelsea celebration lasted longer than expected, and the referee signaled that there would be an additional minute of stoppage time.
But by now, Real Madrid had completely lost their will to fight.
Two seasons in a row, they had been stunned by Su Luo. Two seasons, two reversals.
And this time, with Chelsea down two men? Could they really let this happen again?
After the restart, Real Madrid's players were mentally drained, unable to complete basic passes. Meanwhile, Chelsea, having pressed hard just minutes earlier, were exhausted. They retreated to their defensive positions, prepared to see out the game.
Su Luo's "unbeatable" mode had worn off, but he kept running diligently, not wanting to slip up in the final moments.
Fortunately for Chelsea, Real Madrid couldn't muster any real threat. Only Ronaldo continued to try.
With Su Luo's help, Ronaldo was unable to break through. In the end, Su Luo even made a clean tackle, bringing Ronaldo down.
Ronaldo lay on the pitch, staring up at the night sky through the stadium's oval roof. His energy and fighting spirit seemed to have been absorbed by the darkness above.
Suddenly, a sense of calm washed over him. Su Luo appeared in his field of vision, offering a hand.
Ronaldo smiled, somewhat defeated, and allowed Su Luo to pull him up.
"Not injured, are you?" Su Luo asked with a grin.
"Don't worry. It'll take more than that to hurt me."
The two best players in the world exchanged playful banter, their rivalry now mixed with mutual respect. Ronaldo felt a strange sense of peace.
"I have to admit," Ronaldo said, "this Chinese player really is the best in the world."
He sighed. "There are so many talented players out there. Maybe I'm just getting old."
"But... I'll keep fighting," Ronaldo added with determination. He wasn't done yet. He still had one more Champions League title in him.
"We'll battle again next year."
The referee, Blüch, glanced at his watch. He had considered adding another minute or two of stoppage time, but the clock had already reached 96:30.
A few boos rang out from the crowd, but the referee knew that if he added any more time, it would only spark outrage.
Real Madrid had one last chance—a free kick, but it was too far out. Ronaldo's shot was weak, curving over the wall but lacking power. Courtois easily caught the ball.
It was over.
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
The final whistle blew, and the Chelsea bench erupted! Players and coaches stormed the pitch in wild celebration.
Conte, usually so composed, had a crazed expression on his face, reveling in the moment like never before.
Nine players—under the leadership of the godlike Su Luo—had pulled off the impossible.
They had done it!
Chelsea, once again, stood at the pinnacle of European football.
"It's over! The game is over!" Zhan Jun shouted, his voice trembling with emotion.
"This is the most thrilling Champions League final ever, and Chelsea have emerged victorious!"
"With just nine men, Chelsea have completed an unbelievable comeback against Real Madrid!"
Tears streamed down Zhan Jun's face as he spoke. "Yes! This is the most valuable match I have ever witnessed!"
"Chelsea's resilience is unmatched!" Director Zhang added, wiping away his own tears. "And Su Luo... Su Luo was magnificent!"
It was an emotional moment for everyone involved.
Director Zhang, who had witnessed the ups and downs of Chinese football since the 1970s, couldn't contain his feelings. He had seen the dark days, the brief glimmer of hope in 2002, and the long fall into despair that followed.
But now—now, from the depths of footballing obscurity—Su Luo had risen.
From a country ranked over 70th in the world, Su Luo had emerged, gone abroad, and become the best player on the planet.
That's right!
Director Zhang could proudly say it out loud:
Su Luo is number one in the world!
Anyone who watched this game, anyone who followed Chelsea's Champions League journey this season, could no longer question Su Luo's worth as the world's best player.
It was once said that he lacked major trophies. Well, now he has seven!
Su Luo was about to win the Champions League!
"Tears!!"
"Champion! Champion! China has won the championship with Su Luo!"
"Damn! Su Luo is a legend!!"
"I cried! Stayed up all night for this game! How are we supposed to sleep after this?"
"Sleep? It's already morning!"
In the barrage of the live webcast, the comments were filled with joyful fans, many crying with happiness. Everyone was sharing in the celebration.
Across China, in countless neighborhoods and bars, the atmosphere had long reached a boiling point.
At this moment, fans were screaming Su Luo's name loudly, echoing throughout the buildings. And no matter how loud they were, no one would complain about the noise—because everyone was watching!
Men, women, children—all were cheering for Su Luo.
On Weibo, celebrities and influencers were posting non-stop, celebrating Su Luo for leading Chelsea to victory.
#Su Luo hat-trick
#Su Luo's incredible comeback
#China's first Champions League champion
#The world's number one is a Chinese player
In just a few minutes, Su Luo had completely dominated the trending list. Each post was marked with a bold red "explosive!" tag.
Today, no news could surpass Su Luo's triumph!
With a commanding presence, Su Luo had become a global superstar, outshining every other celebrity. The spotlight belonged to him alone.
As fans watched the TV broadcast, seeing Su Luo draped in the Chinese flag and celebrating with his Chelsea teammates, they felt prouder than ever.
At 5 a.m., the night was no longer dark. The first light of dawn appeared in the east—the light of hope!
Just like one fan had commented:
Indeed… it's a new dawn.
Back at the Millennium Stadium, the arena had transformed into a carnival. Chelsea players popped champagne, pouring it over their teammates' heads, reveling in the victory.
As for the defeated, they had quietly left the pitch.
The moment the final whistle blew, Real Madrid's Galácticos collapsed on the ground, covering their faces as they wept bitterly.
In the end, it was Ronaldo, Modric, and Casemiro who helped lift their teammates up and guided them to the locker room.
The pitch now belonged entirely to the winners; the losers no longer had a place there.
Cristiano Ronaldo glanced back at Su Luo, who was celebrating. He thought about exchanging jerseys but then decided against it. Even though Ronaldo had come to terms with the loss, his pride still wouldn't allow him to face Su Luo as the defeated.
"We'll win the championship next year," Ronaldo thought to himself. "Then I'll ask him to trade jerseys."
Real Madrid's white No. 7 and Chelsea's blue No. 7 stared at each other from a distance.
On one side, there was fiery jubilation. On the other, desolation and loneliness.
Photographers on the sidelines captured the moment perfectly, and that photo would go on to win the Pulitzer Prize for photojournalism.
Two contrasting figures—both telling a story of their own. The image immediately brought to mind the epic final, the comeback from the brink of defeat.
It symbolized something deeper too: the handover of the title of world's number one—from Ronaldo to Su Luo.
From this moment on, football's landscape had changed forever!
Originally, Prince Harry of the British royal family was supposed to present the trophy, but to everyone's surprise, the Queen herself had come to watch the match in person. She would now be the one to present the awards.
Real Madrid's players walked up first, heads hung low, quickly accepting their runner-up medals before leaving the stage in despair.
Now, the stage belonged to Chelsea alone!
More than 70,000 spectators in the stands, and nearly a billion viewers watching the broadcast, stayed to witness the upcoming moment.
One by one, the Chelsea players stepped up to the podium. The Queen handed out the Champions League gold medals, smiling kindly as each player received their reward.
When it was Su Luo's turn, the Queen beamed at him.
"Young man, I'm a fan of yours. That was truly incredible! We're honored to have you in British football," she said.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Su Luo replied with a respectful bow, accepting his medal with grace.
Then, the highlight of the ceremony arrived.
Sir Alex Ferguson, Manchester United's legendary coach, was tasked with presenting the championship trophy.
The iconic red-nosed manager smiled as he handed the trophy to Chelsea captain John Terry. He then gave Su Luo a thumbs-up from a distance.
"If this Chinese lad had been born a few years earlier, I'd have signed him at any cost," Ferguson thought to himself. "Maybe Manchester United could've kept the dynasty going."
But today, it was Chelsea's turn to lift the trophy.
Captain Terry joined his team, and the players erupted in excitement.
This was the trophy they had been dreaming of all season.
Now, that dream had become a reality.
"We've seen so many miracles this year!"
"We've witnessed the unprecedented quadruple!"
"And we've watched a Chinese player become the brightest star on the field, achieving the impossible!"
The crowd's cheers grew louder.
Now, it was time to sing together:
"Chelsea! Champions!"
"Su Luo! Champion hero!"
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