The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 331 Taking it a step further, to create perfection.

"Bastia is the champion!"

"After 108 years of waiting, this moment has finally brought a perfect end!"

"The Stade de la Cerro ...

"Let us remember this great name once again: Jan Gaio, who perfectly blended individual heroism with team glory with 46 legendary goals! He is the eternal king of this island!"

"Look! The entire island of Bastia is engulfed in a frenzied blue ocean! Tears, shouts, embraces—all emotions are released in this moment!"

"This is not just a victory in a game; it's a century-old dream finally coming true!"

Congratulations to Bastia! Congratulations to everyone who believes in miracles!
Tonight, football once again proved its charm – passion, faith, and unity will ultimately triumph over everything!
Let's celebrate tonight!

Next, their sights will be set on Amsterdam – the ultimate battleground of the Europa League, awaiting the newly crowned Ligue 1 champions to conquer.

The TF1 commentators joined the fans in the celebration.

The Stadio de la Cerro ...

Amidst the joyful atmosphere, the Ligue 1 champion award ceremony is about to begin.

"Bastia is the champion!"

When the announcement resounded through the stadium's loudspeakers, the emotions that had been building up all night at Thessaloniki Stadium reached another peak.

The podium had already been erected in the center of the stadium, bathed in countless spotlights, resembling a sacred altar.

Legera stood smiling at the front of the stage, holding the gleaming silver Ligue 1 championship trophy, awaiting the heroes.

The players took turns going up onto the stage.

Every time a name was announced over the loudspeaker, it triggered a deafening roar of cheers from the corresponding area of ​​the stands.

When the names of key players such as Kanté, Mané, and De Bruyne were mentioned, the cheers rose even higher.

They shoved and jostled each other as they walked onto the stage, their smiles dazzling as they bowed to put on their medals.

The climax arrived at the very last moment.

"Finally, let's welcome—Captain, Legend, Our Core—Yang—Gaio!!!"

The decibel level in the entire stadium instantly reached its peak!

Gaio was the last to step onto the podium, draped in a blue flag, with a tired yet incredibly bright smile on his face.

His gaze swept over the faces of the cheering crowd in the stands, the fans weeping with joy, and the excited faces of his teammates who had fought side by side with him.

At that moment, countless images flashed through his mind: the twilight of his solo training session by the sea, the silent yet steadfast companionship of his father Pierre, and the thrill he felt when he first put on that blue jersey.
Of course, there's also the unfamiliarity of being new to this world.

Gaio took a deep breath.

He first hugged Legera tightly, then bowed slightly to let Legera place the medal around his neck.

Legera had long since come to terms with Gaio's decision not to stay in France. He said softly, "Congratulations, Yann. You not only won the championship for Bastia, but also wrote a new legend for French football with your unparalleled performance throughout the season. The whole country will remember your name. Enjoy this moment, young man! You have made history! And now, go and lift the trophy that belongs to you with your teammates!"

Gaio smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Chairman."

But he didn't immediately go to pick up the trophy.

Instead, he turned around, looked at the huge TIFO in the stands with his own image on it, pounded his chest, and pointed to the crowd of fans who were going crazy for him!
This move elicited cheers from the crowd that nearly tore the night sky apart!
The final moment has arrived.

Gaião took a deep breath, exchanged glances with De Bruyne and Kanté beside him, and then gripped the base of the trophy tightly.

The teammates had already gathered around, and everyone was incredibly excited.

His eyes were shining!

As the countdown began, "Three! Two! One!", they worked together to raise the trophy high above their heads!

"we are the champion!!!!"

In an instant, ribbons, mainly gold and blue, burst forth from all around the podium, enveloping everyone like a magnificent rain curtain.

The champagne, which had been prepared beforehand, was shaken wildly and then opened, spraying bubbles into the sky and onto everyone!

Click, click, click!

The camera flashed continuously, faithfully recording this scene.

The players were laughing and crying, vying to touch and kiss the trophy. Hagi Begic was doused with champagne by his players, but he was laughing more happily than anyone else!
Gaião, along with De Bruyne, Lukaku, and others, carrying the trophy, rushed towards the giant club flag in front of them. Everyone knelt around the flag, placing the trophy in the center, creating a group photo that is destined to go down in history.

After receiving the award.

The host asked for a brief moment of silence, "This is our last home game of the season. Let's welcome Gaio to say a few words!"

clap clap clap!
A round of applause and cheers erupted.

Gaio took the microphone from the host and stood on the podium in the center of the court.

The spotlight shone on his face, which was soaked with sweat but incredibly bright.

The entire venue fell silent instantly, and tens of thousands of eyes were focused on him.

Gaio opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Thank you. Thank you everyone."

His voice was a little hoarse at first, but quickly became firm and strong, "108 years, to be honest, I don't know how long that is, after all, I'm only 18 years old."

But I want to say that this trophy belongs to you—to everyone who cheered for the team through thick and thin, to every Bastia soul who has their faith etched into their very bones!

I still remember the heart pounding when I first stepped onto this field. It was your passionate shouts that gave a lost and bewildered boy a sense of belonging.

This team, this island, have become a part of my life.

clap clap clap!
Applause erupted as many fans listened intently to Gaia's words, their eyes moist. Hearing Gaia's words in the current situation always felt so poignant.

They know

This was Gaio's last game in Cesar, and they couldn't keep this talented young man.

Gaio took a deep breath, his tone becoming profound and sincere, "I don't want to talk about this championship. I just want to say that no matter where I am in the future, please remember that the blood of blue Bastia flows in my veins! My heart will always beat for Bastia!"

The stands erupted in shouts mixed with tears!
"Geo!"

Hajibegić, Chatham, Jerónimi, and others applauded Gaio.

The skinny boy they saw had become the pillar of Bastia!

Before Gaio could finish speaking, he patted the team badge on his chest and said firmly, "I promise you: one day, I will return here—maybe not as a player, but I will definitely return to this land that nurtured my career, and continue to fight for Bastia in another way!" "But now—"

Suddenly, Gaio raised his voice, "The festivities aren't over yet! Next week, in Amsterdam, let's take it a step further and create true perfection together! Bring the Europa League home and let all of Europe hear Bastia's roar!"

"Fight, Bastia!!"

He tossed the microphone behind him, opened his arms, and swirled around to embrace the surging waves of sound.

"Fight, Bastia!!!"

When Gaio's voice echoed through every corner of the stadium via microphone, the reaction of tens of thousands of fans was not an instantaneous outburst, but rather a tsunami of emotions that built up gradually and eventually broke down completely.

"Gaio! Gaio! Gaio!"

The fans were chanting his name at the top of their lungs.

This shout was no longer just a simple celebration, but a response to and affirmation of Gaio's vow—they were telling him, "You are also our pride! You will always be one of us!"

After the tifo was taken down, the die-hard fan in the stands, Modoso, vigorously beat the war drum and led the entire stadium in a rhythmic stomping, causing the entire stands to shake violently.

Countless scarves were once again raised above the head, forming a surging blue wave.

This moment lasted for a long time.

at last,

After their emotions calmed down, the players took turns carrying the trophy and began a parade around the stadium.

They high-fived and hugged the fans at the front of the stands, splashed champagne into the crowd, and even accepted traditional Bastia Moorish flags from the fans and draped them over their bodies.

The players also celebrated and took photos with their families.

Surrounded by his family, Gaio's champion pride gradually transformed into a deeper, more tender feeling belonging to his loved ones. He took his mother's hand and held it tightly, while stroking Lupp's hair with his other hand. His gaze met that of his father and brother, René.

now,

He is no longer the king on the field, but simply a son and brother who brings glory to his family.

The awards ceremony concluded amidst a shower of confetti, golden champagne bubbles, and a thunderous, unending chorus of tens of thousands of people.
The curtain falls.

But the revelry didn't end there; it simply spread from the stadium to every street in Bastia and continued throughout the night.

This trophy has finally been crowned in its true home arena in the most perfect way.

After the show ended,
The locker room in Bastia was filled with the strong smell of champagne and the salty taste of sweat.

The trophy was placed on the table in the center, reflecting a dazzling light.

The silence that followed the revelry began to spread, carrying with it a weary emptiness.

Lukaku slumped on the bench, a towel covering his face but unable to hide the upturned corners of his mouth: "Damn, I was singing and dancing in front of 20,000 people just now, and now that it's suddenly quiet, my bones are melting, but this feeling is fucking awesome!"

De Bruyne looked down and ran his fingertips along the medal around his neck, chuckling softly, "In three days, it will be Amsterdam."

He looked up, his eyes slightly dazed. "We just won Ligue 1, but it seems like we're already thinking about the next game."

Someone opened another bottle of champagne, the hissing sound of the foam mingling with a few tired but satisfied laughs.

"Of course, we want the championship!"

Gaio stood up, walked to the trophy, and touched its cold surface. He looked around at everyone, his voice tinged with laughter, "Do you remember this time last year? We were still in Ligue 2, vowing to fight our way up to Ligue 1. Now, we're standing here, and we're the champions."

He turned to look at everyone, his voice unwavering, "Just like I said outside, three days from now, let's go and shake up Europe again, and take it a step further, to create perfection!"

"no problem!"

The voices came from the locker room door; it was Hajibegić, Chatham, Jerónimi, and others.

They went into the locker room and hugged everyone again.

Everyone laughed.

As the boss, all Jerónimí could do was offer more money!
"Play well next week, and the bonuses are all yours!"

"Great!!"

While everyone in Bastia was celebrating and looking forward to next week's Europa League final.

Numerous media reports continued to fuel the controversy.

L'Équipe: A small island team with a budget only in the middle of Ligue 1, and a young talent once abandoned by a giant, together they wrote one of the most touching comeback stories in French football. Bastia clinched the title two rounds early, ending a century-long wait.

France Football: This isn't a tactical victory, it's a miracle of belief! Bastia brought the Ligue 1 title back to Corsica with a resounding victory. Their star striker, Guéa, single-handedly broke the goal-scoring record again, proving he's not just a league champion, but a groundbreaking super striker.

Bastia Daily: Our team, our boys, lifted the heavy championship trophy on our home turf. Thanks to Hagi Bejic, and even more thanks to God for giving us Jan Gaio—he is the inextinguishable flame of Bastia!

As such.

Overnight, all of France was talking about Bastia's success.

This is different from Montpellier last season, because Bastia won the Ligue 1 title this season while competing on two fronts.

Furthermore, PSG has strengthened its squad again this season.

Therefore,
Bastia's victory is more prestigious!

night.

When Gaio and his family returned to the hotel and checked in, he turned on his phone to check the Bastia news for the night, only to find that while the European football world was still marveling at Bastia's grassroots miracle.

English football has received a bombshell that could reshape the Premier League landscape: Saudi Arabia's PIF has entered into advanced negotiations with Fenway Sports Group, the parent company of Liverpool FC!

The report states that Fenway Group is open to a sale.

Since acquiring Liverpool for £3 million in 2010 and overcoming its debt crisis, its relatively conservative operating strategy has not resulted in a significant improvement in the team's performance.

An irresistible offer is seen as the perfect opportunity to cash out and recoup funds.

If the acquisition is ultimately completed, the capital landscape of the Premier League will be completely overturned once again.

Gaio's gaze was sharp!

Liverpool?

A fallen tycoon family—this is actually a good place for them.

(End of this chapter)