Soccer: Maxed-out ball control, the skill is too overpowered.

Arsène Wenger stood in the locker room, arms crossed, facing the tactical board.

The players are all warming up on the field, and as the head coach, this should be the most nerve-wracking moment.

We need to use this time before the game to do a final review of the team's tactics and playing style.

And based on the latest intelligence gathered by scouts, consider whether adjustments are needed.

The starting lineups and formations for both sides also need to be reviewed in mind.

A coach is like a chess player.

It is necessary to mentally simulate and deduce many different scenarios in order to respond promptly on the field.

The mental exertion and psychological pressure they endure are no less than those of athletes.

Wenger should have considered more things when the players were warming up.

Right now, Wenger is standing with his arms crossed, seemingly lost in thought.

His playing career was not particularly illustrious; at most, he played for amateur teams, making only 11 appearances in 3 years.

However, he showed some talent in his first season as a coach.

They helped Nancy, a French Ligue 6 team on the verge of relegation, secure their survival with a score six points above the safety line.

They transformed Nancy, whose defense was terrible, into a team that kept 17 clean sheets in a single season.

Subsequently, whether he coached Monaco in Ligue 1 or Nagoya Grampus in the J-League,

Wenger has consistently delivered outstanding results.

Then in 1996, Wenger arrived in England, in North London, with Arsenal.

From a disciplined and tough army,

Under Wenger's tutelage, Arsenal gradually incorporated some of the technical style of European football at the time, completely different from the traditional "English roughness".

He is also very good at unlocking players' potential.

Vieira, Henry, Pires, Fabregas, Van Persie... many famous names in football owe much to Wenger's careful cultivation.

Then came the Champions League final on May 17, 2006.

Even now, Wenger reviews the games every day.

I can even picture every pass and every attacking move by Barcelona with my eyes closed.

And those two crucial goals.

If we could go back to 2006, Wenger might have been more confident in beating Barcelona and winning that damn Champions League title.

Unfortunately, everything from the past can never be returned to.

Henry has become a commentator, Vieira is coaching in MLS, and Fabregas has been gradually marginalized at Chelsea.

Ronaldinho also officially announced his retirement this year.

Things are wrong.

The Arsenal of today is not the Arsenal of yesteryear.

Their current opponent is not Barcelona, ​​but their arch-rivals Real Madrid.

Thinking of this, Wenger clenched his fists.

"They're a La Liga team no matter what!"

"This time, I will never let that happen again!"

"Today!"

Just then, the Arsenal players, having finished warming up, returned to the locker room.

I was a little stunned to see Wenger looking so confident.

"Gentlemen, you've come at the perfect time!"

"In less than half an hour, it will be the most important game of your careers, perhaps even your entire lives!"

"Since its inception, the Premier League has never seen a true grand slam!"

"A team that can win 3 championships has already created an incredible miracle... Our season has been truly fantastic."

Thank you everyone for helping the team lift the League Cup, FA Cup, and Premier League titles...

Next, only the last and most important championship remains!

The championship trophy is right outside; you all saw it when you came in, and you can almost touch it!

but!

I want to truly kiss this damn trophy.

At least another 90 minutes of war are needed!

Yes, this is a damn war!

I don't need to emphasize the strength of our opponent, Real Madrid; I just need to emphasize it again!

You, right now, each and every one of you is the best player in the world!

We are gunmen!

We are A! Sen! Na!

Light the fuse and blast them!! With your thirst for the championship and your unwavering determination to win!

Bomb them!

Arsenal!!!

"Arsenaaaaalllll——"

Wenger is not an impromptu speaking master like Mourinho or Klopp.

Even his usual level of passion is not as high as Zlatan Ibrahimovic's during his time as the dominant force at AC Milan...

But at that moment, Wenger couldn't judge whether the impromptu speech was good or bad.

It truly ignited everyone in the locker room!

Including Lu Xiao himself!

Although I don't know what's burning,

But inexplicably—it ignited!

"champion!!"

"champion!!!"

"champion!!!"

Chants of victory echoed in the locker room.

……

"I can't believe it's you again."

Inside the players' tunnel, the players from both sides of the final, fully prepared and ready to go, had already lined up.

Lu Xiao stands at the back of the Arsenal team, the absolute core player under the spotlight!

Beside him, of course, was Cristiano Ronaldo, the leader of the Real Madrid team.

Having faced Lu Xiao so many times in the previous two seasons,

Facing Lu Xiao again,

It's really hard for Cristiano Ronaldo to maintain his arrogance.

But Cristiano Ronaldo happens to be someone who cares most about his image.

It's hard not to hold your head high.

Lu Xiao could rarely detect a trace of deep fear in his expression, as well as a forced confidence.

"This time..."

Seeing that Lu Xiao did not respond to him, Ronaldo was just about to say something harsh.

French referee Clément Tilpin looked back, beckoned with his finger,

Shouted loudly in English with a heavy French accent:

"Gentlemen!! Get ready to enter the stage!!!"

"Aww!!"

Lu Xiao clearly heard that Cristiano Ronaldo next to him tensed up at this moment.

The boy's hand was squeezed so hard it hurt, and he cried out.

Lu Xiao thought through all the sad things in her life before she could stop laughing.

Unexpectedly,

Cristiano Ronaldo, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, is actually a hidden goofball?

"Kick Barcelona, ​​kick Barcelona, ​​kick Bayern Munich—"

"My factory has collapsed—"

The opening performance at the final venue had already ended.

Accompanied by a live band playing at the Kyiv Olympic Stadium,

The familiar string anthem of the Champions League played in my ears.

Lu Xiao, holding the hand of a ball boy, followed his Arsenal teammates out of the players' tunnel.

Suddenly,

Flashes of light, cheers, screams, whistles, and applause converged into a majestic mountain, rushing towards us!

……

"Kick Barcelona, ​​kick Barcelona..."

Li Xin sat in front of the television, his arms around Xiao Yu, his body trembling slightly.

Throughout the country, from south to north, in countless cities, under countless lights late at night, almost all present similar scenes.

Luka is aiming for his second Grand Slam title.

This is also the first time a player has achieved a full Premier League slam!

Four-time champion, and later a seven-time champion!

This Champions League final is undoubtedly the most important one.

This is also the final test of the 2017-2018 season!

Xiao Yu didn't say anything. She knew why Li Xin was trembling. She just silently reached out her small hand, held Li Xin's trembling hand, and gently nestled in his arms.

Under the television screen, the only sound in the room was the voice of CCTV5 commentator He Wei!

"CCTV! CCTV!"

"Dear viewers, we are now broadcasting live the 2017/18 UEFA Champions League Final!"

The two teams participating are Real Madrid, who are wearing their traditional white home jerseys.

And Arsenal wearing their black away kit!

With the sounding of the whistle by referee Clément Tilpin

The competition has officially begun!