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

This morning in London was enveloped in a tranquility unlike any other, filled with anticipation and joy.

Westminster Abbey's Gothic spires pierce the azure sky, and the sunlight bathes this thousand-year-old building in a golden glow.

The area around the church was already enveloped in a festive atmosphere.

Solemn royal guards patrolled designated areas of the church, with tight security measures in place to minimize disruption to the celebration.

The red carpet stretched from the roadside all the way to the church's massive wooden doors, with media areas set up with cameras and microphones on both sides.

Reporters from all over the world had been waiting here, excitedly anticipating the wedding that was destined to go down in history.

Luxury vehicles such as Rolls-Royces and Bentleys began to slowly drive into the designated area.

The appearance of each guest triggered a flurry of camera shutters and hushed gasps from the media area.

"Look! It's David Beckham and Victoria! The whole family is here!"

"Wow! It's Kane! Harry Kane with his wife!"

"Mbappe! Haaland! They're both here!"

"My God, it's Cristiano Ronaldo! Cristiano Ronaldo is here too!!"

Next, Prince William and Kate Middleton arrived.

This brought the atmosphere to its first climax.

They smiled and waved to the media and the waiting crowd in the distance, demonstrating the royal family's approachability and the importance they placed on the wedding.

at the same time.

The atmosphere in the bride's preparation room was warm yet slightly tense.

Lin Jianwei wore a stunning wedding dress custom-made by a top designer, which blended traditional Chinese elements with Western tailoring. The delicate embroidery on the skirt shimmered softly in the light.

She was like a fairy who had stepped out of an ancient Eastern painting, elegant and beyond compare.

Lin's mother carefully adjusted her daughter's veil, her eyes filled with tears of happiness.

"Weiwei, you look so beautiful today." Lin's mother's voice was a little choked up.

Lin Jianwei held her mother's hand and said softly.

"Mom, thank you and Dad."

Her heart was beating fast, but more than that, she felt a sense of peace and happiness as if the dust had settled.

Beside her, her best friends, who were also her bridesmaids, exclaimed in amazement and captured this most beautiful moment with their phones.

The groom's preparation room presented a completely different scene.

Yan Yuan was dressed in a tailor-made suit, his bow tie was impeccable, and a white rose was inserted in his breast pocket. His posture was as upright as a pine tree.

Surrounding him was a groomsmen group that could be described as the most "expensive" and most reliable in history, consisting of his World Cup-winning teammates such as Harry Kane, Jude Bellingham, and Bukayo Saka.

The atmosphere was relatively relaxed, with the brothers joking around and adjusting each other's clothes.

"Senior brother, are you nervous?" Bellingham asked with a smile, nudging Yan Yuan with his elbow.

Yan Yuan took a deep breath, a confident yet gentle smile curving his lips: "I've never been this nervous, not even during the World Cup final."

"Hahahaha..."

His words drew good-natured laughter from everyone.

But Yan Yuan's gaze kept drifting towards the doorway, filled with boundless anticipation for the moment that was about to arrive.

In the family section, Mr. Yan and Mr. Lin sat together. Both fathers were dressed in smart Chinese-style suits that had been modified into traditional Chinese attire, and their expressions were excited and filled with pride.

Aunt Yan and Aunt Lin sat together, their hands clasped tightly, gazing at the solemn church, their eyes glistening with tears.

"Old Lin," Yan's father said in a low voice to his in-laws, "I never imagined that after watching football all our lives, we would end up attending our own child's wedding in a place like this."

Mr. Lin nodded emphatically, his eyes reddening: "Yes, Lao Yan, our Xiao Yan... no, my son-in-law, he's really made us proud! I have complete peace of mind entrusting Weiwei to him!"

Aunt Yan wiped her eyes and said to Aunt Lin.

"Don't worry, little sister, we will definitely treat Weiwei like our own daughter."

Lin's mother was also very moved.

"Sister, Xiao Yan is now Lao Lin's and my own son."

Not far away, Yan Zhendong's family, who had come from rural China, were dressed in brand-new clothes. They looked a little reserved, but their faces were filled with simple and bright smiles.

The siblings Yan Xiaoqiang and Yan Xiaoyue looked around excitedly, deeply impressed by the dreamlike scene.

At 11:00 a.m. sharp, the bells of Westminster Abbey rang out, their deep and melodious tones echoing throughout London's West End.

Inside the church, the organ music suddenly changed, playing the familiar "Wedding March".

The magnificent gate slowly opened, and all the guests stood up in unison, their eyes fixed on the entrance.

The first to enter the hall were the best men and bridesmaids, dressed in formal attire.

Then, the entire room fell silent, and all eyes turned to the doorway.

Amidst solemn music, Yan Yuan, accompanied by his best man, walked steadily to the front of the altar and stood still.

He turned around, facing the end of the long red carpet, his eyes filled with endless expectation and love.

The next moment, Lin Jianwei appeared at the door, arm in arm with her father.

The sunlight shone through the stained glass window, giving her a holy glow.

Her face was partially obscured by the veil, breathtakingly beautiful.

She walked slowly towards her lover, step by step, on a red carpet covered with flower petals.

Lin's father's arm trembled slightly. When he placed his daughter's hand in Yan Yuan's hand, his voice was choked with emotion but extremely solemn.

"Xiao Yan, I'm entrusting Weiwei to you."

Yan Yuan bowed deeply, firmly grasped Lin Jianwei's hand, their eyes met, and a thousand words were unspoken:

"Dad, don't worry."

The most important moment has arrived.

The highly respected Professor Arsène Wenger, dressed in a solemn gown, walked to the center of the altar.

He adjusted his glasses, looked at the perfect couple before him, and a signature smile, full of wisdom and warmth, appeared on his face.

Instead of rushing into the traditional ceremony, he began reciting his carefully prepared wedding vows in clear and steady English.

"Distinguished guests, today we gather in this historic hall not to witness a victory celebration, although the young man before us has won almost every team and individual honor the world can give to a player."

His opening remarks were unique and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"We are here to celebrate something far more complex, more beautiful, and more courageous and wise than winning a trophy: love."

Wenger's gaze swept gently over Yan Yuan and Lin Jianwei.

"When I met Yan Yuan, he had just turned 18. I watched him use his amazing talent, unparalleled football intelligence, and greed for victory to read the game on the field, solve problems, and lead the team to victory. He is a master, a true artist."

He changed the subject, his gaze becoming even more profound.

"But today, I want to say that a successful marriage is no less complex and sophisticated than directing a Champions League final or a World Cup final."

It also requires extraordinary vision—not to find openings, but to discover the light and sorrow in your partner's eyes; it requires top-notch basketball IQ—not to predict passing routes, but to understand the unspoken thoughts of your partner; and it requires selfless assists—not for stats, but to bring out the brightest smile on your partner's face.

This analogy, which cleverly incorporates football terminology into the philosophy of marriage, brought smiles to the faces of the guests, especially those from the football world, who were then met with enthusiastic applause.

The Beckhams exchanged a smile, Cristiano Ronaldo nodded repeatedly, and Henry and others looked on with admiration.

Wenger continued.

"Yan, on the field, you always know how to pass the ball to the most dangerous position at the right moment."

In marriage, I hope you also understand that in this longer and more complex game of life, you must always accurately convey your trust, support, and love to the heart of the beautiful woman beside you.

He looked at Lin Jianwei, his tone full of affection.

"Ms. Lin Jianwei, you have chosen a hero. But more importantly, you have chosen a man who understands loyalty, responsibility, and love. Your gentleness, wisdom, and tolerance are the most solid 'back line' that allows him to single-mindedly gallop on the world stage. Thank you for making him the more complete person he is today."

Finally, Wenger's voice was solemn and powerful:

"So today, we are not celebrating the crowning of a champion, but celebrating the decision of two of the best 'teammates' to merge their lives into one 'club' and fight side by side for a lifetime toward a common goal—happiness. This is the most romantic and greatest match in the world."

This heartfelt and insightful wedding speech moved everyone present.

Yan's parents kept wiping their eyes, while Lin's parents held each other's hands tightly, tears streaming down their faces.

Yan Yuan held Lin Jianwei's hand tightly, his eyes filled with gratitude for his mentor.

Lin Jianwei's eyes also welled up with tears, and through her veil, she cast a grateful glance at Wenger.

During the traditional oath-taking ceremony, Yan Yuan gazed into Lin Jianwei's eyes and spoke in a clear and firm voice.

"I, Yan Yuan, take you, Lin Jianwei, to be my wife. I promise that, in good times and bad, in wealth and poverty, in health and sickness, in joy and sorrow, I will always be by your side as your husband, loving you and cherishing you forever."

Lin Jianwei's voice was gentle yet firm.

"I, Lin Jianwei, am willing to marry you, Yan Yuan, as my husband. I promise that, in good times and bad, in wealth and poverty, in health and sickness, in joy and sorrow, I will always be by your side as your wife, loving you and cherishing you forever."

At the moment of exchanging rings, Yan Yuan carefully placed the dazzling diamond ring on Lin Jianwei's ring finger.

Then, Lin Jianwei placed an elegant platinum ring on Yan Yuan's hand.

This moment symbolizes their belonging to each other and their eternal bond.

"Now, I am honored to announce that you are officially husband and wife!" Professor Wenger's voice was loud and joyful.

"Sir Yan Yuan, you may now kiss your bride!"

Under the watchful eyes of the entire world.

Yan Yuan gently lifted Lin Jianwei's veil and saw her face, which was shy and smiling with tears in her eyes.

He lowered his head.

This kiss encapsulates every moment of their acquaintance and growing understanding, every storm and sunshine they've weathered together, and their endless dreams for the future.

In an instant, thunderous and prolonged applause erupted in Westminster Abbey!

The pipe organ played a magnificent melody, and colorful confetti rained down from the dome.

All the guests stood up and applauded, offering them their best wishes.

Yan's parents and Lin's parents embraced and wept tears of joy and pride.

Beckham whispered to Victoria.

"So beautiful, just like we were back then."

Cristiano Ronaldo gave Georgina a rare, gentle smile.

All the teammates whistled and cheered, happy for their beloved captain.

After the ceremony, the newlyweds, hand in hand, beaming with undisguised happiness, walked out of the church, surrounded by their best man and bridesmaids, to the sound of cheerful music.

When they appeared at the church entrance, the waiting crowd erupted in a deafening roar of blessings.

Yan Yuan and Lin Jianwei smiled and waved to the crowd before boarding a vintage carriage decorated with flowers.

The carriage, escorted by the Royal Horse Guards, slowly made its way through the streets of London to the venue for the evening's celebratory banquet.

Along the way, countless citizens and tourists cheered and showered them with flowers; all of London was sending their blessings to the newlyweds.

This wedding was witnessed in an ancient church.

It perfectly blends the understated elegance of the East with the classical romance of the West, possessing both national solemnity and the warmth of family and close friends.

This is not only a grand celebration of love, but also the climax of a touching story about struggle, growth, and fulfillment.

For Yan Yuan and Lin Jianwei.

A new chapter in life has begun in all its splendor, witnessed by the tolling of these auspicious bells and the gazes of countless eyes.

(Bonus episodes will begin tomorrow)