After Paris Saint-Germain was removed from the list, I led England to victory!

"The match is over! It's over!" In the commentary booth, He Wei's voice carried a profound sense of relief and deep emotion after experiencing so much turmoil.

"The champions of the 2022 Qatar World Cup have been decided! England! They defeated Argentina 4-1 in the final, lifting the World Cup trophy for the second time in history! Fifty-six years of waiting, the dream of generations, has been realized today, at this moment, by this young England team led by Yan Yuan!"

In an instant, the entire stadium transformed into a white ocean of joy.

Players, coaches, and staff on the bench rushed onto the field like a flood, running, shouting, and hugging wildly.

On the green grass, countless white figures, distorted with excitement, instantly appeared.

Most of the English players on the field were stunned for a second when the whistle blew, as if they couldn't believe that such great happiness had really arrived.

Then, they were overwhelmed with ecstasy.

Pickford, who was closest to Yan Yuan, was the first to rush over. The tough goalkeeper, with tears in his eyes, hugged Yan Yuan tightly and shouted excitedly and incoherently in his ear:

"We won! Yan! We won! We are the world champions!"

Following closely behind were Harry Kane, Declan Rice, Jude Bellingham…

All the teammates gathered around.

Someone shouted first, "Let's toss the captain up!" This suggestion was immediately echoed by everyone.

"one two three!"

Under the spotlight of countless cameras and the world, the heroes of England tossed their young captain, Yan Yuan, the biggest contributor to the final, high into the Qatari night sky time and time again!

Each toss was accompanied by the players' hoarse, unrestrained cheers; each catch drew an even more enthusiastic response from the England fans in the stands.

The shouts of "Shh! Shh! Shh!" echoed rhythmically through the sky.

Yan Yuan was thrown into the air.

Looking at the ecstatic faces of his teammates below, at the surging white waves in the stands, and at the dazzling lights on the stadium roof, he opened his arms, closed his eyes, and savored this unforgettable moment.

All the pressure, all the sweat, all the effort—at this moment, all of it transforms into unparalleled happiness and glory.

He smiled, a smile as radiant as the brightest star in the desert.

However, on the other side of the lens, there is a completely different world.

On the edge of the bustling ocean, Lionel Messi stood quietly near the center circle, hands on his hips, head slightly bowed.

His blue and white jersey was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his back.

Messi stood there for a long time, like a frozen statue.

Then, he slowly raised his head, looking in the direction of the English people's wild celebration, looking at the World Cup trophy shining under the lights, and finally, looking at the starry night sky.

Tears, uncontrollably streaming from the corners of this legend's eyes, mingled with sweat, silently dripping onto the grass beneath his feet.

He didn't wipe away the tears; he just let them flow.

At this moment, he was no longer the invincible king of football, but just an old man whose dream was shattered once again and who was full of regret.

Messi's teammates came over one after another.

DePaul was the first to hug him, whispering something in his ear, his eyes filled with heartache and comfort.

Di Maria, Otamendi, Paredes, Tagliafico...

These brothers who fought alongside him silently walked over one by one, hugged Messi tightly, and patted him on the back.

No one spoke much; at this moment, any words seemed pale, only silent companionship and the deepest understanding remained.

Messi buried his head in his teammate's shoulder, his shoulder twitching slightly.

This touching scene, in stark and cruel contrast to the jubilation of England not far away, constitutes one of the most moving yet cruelest images in the sport of football.

Just then, He Wei's poetic voice rang out again from the commentary booth. This time, his tone was deep and full of emotion, both crowning the victors and paying tribute to the defeated:

"Dear viewers, the score of this final may be four to one, but the significance of this final goes far beyond a simple victory or defeat."

"Let us congratulate England and Yan Yuan."

The fruits of victory are sometimes like snow lotuses on mountain peaks, not easily obtained. They require climbers to exert courage, wisdom, and sweat beyond their limits, and even require generations of people to follow in their footsteps.

Today's England team deserves this highest honor. Yan Yuan, this 22-year-old, with his incredible performance, tells the world that a new era has arrived.

"But let's also give a round of applause to Argentina, and to Lionel Messi. The beauty of life lies not in never falling down, but in getting up every time you fall, dusting yourself off, and still having a bright look in your eyes."

Messi's career has been great and legendary enough. His tears tonight are not those of a loser, but the deepest and most sincere farewell to his dream after a warrior has burned out.

Please don't believe that victory is as easy as dandelions on a hillside. But please believe that there are always some beautiful things in the world worth our utmost effort.

Viewers, that concludes our story of the Persian Gulf. Four years from now, let's meet again in the Rocky Mountains, Niagara Falls, and the Yucatan Peninsula, to explore the places where the Mayan civilization once existed. And four years from now, let's meet again at the Mexico City World Cup.

He Wei's commentary is always so poetic.

In the stands, Yan's father and Lin's father, these two old guys, were already crying like children.

They embraced tightly, and Lin's father patted Yan's father's back forcefully, choking back tears as he shouted, "Old Yan! Did you see that?! Your son! My son-in-law! Is a world champion!"

Yan's father was in tears and could barely speak; he could only nod repeatedly.

"Good son! He's my good son! And also your good son-in-law!!"

Yan's mother and Lin's mother hugged each other, crying tears of joy. Lin Jianwei, while shedding tears of happiness, frantically took photos of the figure surrounded by everyone on the field with her phone.

The grand awards ceremony began.

When the entire England team stepped onto the podium and FIFA President Gianni Infantino pinned the gold medals around their necks, the cheers from the crowd rose in waves.

When it was Yan Yuan's turn, Infantino spoke to him a few more times and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, his eyes full of admiration for this rising star.

Finally, the most exciting moment arrived.

Infantino received the World Cup trophy, the coveted prize of countless people, from the hands of the hostess.

Just as he was about to hand the trophy to team captain Yan Yuan.

A staff member from the Qatar organizers quickly stepped forward, holding a beautiful black gauze robe with gold trim, a traditional Qatari garment called a bisht.

Amidst the curious and surprised gazes of everyone, the staff member solemnly draped the robe, a symbol of nobility and honor, over Yan Yuan's shoulders.

The black gauze robe fit him well and was dignified, with gold embroidery that shimmered under the light, adding to Yan Yuan's heroic air and solemnity.

This moment, transcending cultures and blending tradition and modernity, is one of the most unique and sublime tributes to the newly crowned king.

Yan Yuan was somewhat surprised, but he quickly accepted it. He straightened his robe, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Then, he took the heavy World Cup trophy from Infantino's hands!

He gripped the cup handles tightly with both hands, feeling the cool, historic touch of the metal.

Yan Yuan took a deep breath and, under the watchful eyes of the world and his teammates, raised the trophy high above his head!

"Now, let's congratulate the 2022 Qatar World Cup champions – England!" The stadium loudspeaker announced with rousing music.

"Whoa—!!!!"

Golden ribbons burst forth from the stadium roof, like a magnificent golden rain, instantly enveloping the entire podium and the cheering teams.

Yan Yuan stood at the very center of the team, his black bishop robe standing out against the golden rain and white jersey.

He smiled, talking to Kane, Henderson, Pickford, Bellingham, Saka...

Together, all the teammates raised the trophy again and again!

Their faces were filled with pride, ecstasy, and tears of dreams come true!

England fans in the stands.

The song "Football is home!" resounded through the sky, accompanied by uncontrollable cheers and cries.

This was a night belonging to England, a night belonging to Yan Yuan, a legendary night destined to be recorded in history.

On the shores of the Persian Gulf, a new football monument has been erected by Yan Yuan himself.

England's coronation is over.

Yan Yuan's coronation is about to begin.