When playing football, you should call it GOAT.

Chapter 263 One more time?
A system notification sounded in Roy's mind: "Achievement detected - 2004-2005 UEFA Champions League Winner. Talent Module Unlocked: 2024-2025 Season Ousmane Dembélé's Ambidextrous Skill."

This unlocked talent template perfectly replicates Ousmane Dembélé's ambidextrous skills in the 2024-2025 season, allowing Roy to have completely undifferentiated bipedal abilities.

Specifically, when shooting, the difference in power and accuracy between the left and right feet is less than 5%, and the ability to randomly switch the dominant foot to change direction during high-speed breakthroughs is demonstrated. When crossing the ball, the accuracy of the landing point can be maintained at over 85% regardless of which foot is used.

This talent simultaneously optimizes neuromuscular coordination, eliminates the delay when the non-dominant foot touches the ball, and eliminates the difference in foot feel for basic actions such as ball control and short passes.

In addition, he also inherited Dembele's signature inside-of-the-foot curling shot technique, which allows him to directly curl shots into the far corner from either side of the penalty area.

The most significant feature is that under pressure, players instinctively choose the optimal foot for passing the ball, avoiding the decision-making hesitation common in traditional two-soccer players.

The person with the most extraordinary talent for having a weak foot is probably someone who says, "I don't know which foot is my dominant foot."

On the afternoon of May 26, 2005, Chelsea's chartered plane carrying the Champions League trophy landed at Heathrow Airport.

More than 20,000 fans had already crowded around the airport, many of them still looking tired from last night's celebrations.

Chelsea supporters throughout West London had been waiting for this moment, and cameras from all major British media outlets were pointed at the track.

When the plane door opened, the crowd erupted in cheers.

The cabin door opened, and Abramovich was the first to step off the plane, followed by manager Mourinho.

Next up was Roy, wearing a blue championship commemorative T-shirt, his tall and upright figure standing out in the crowd.

He was wearing sunglasses, and the moment he stepped out of the cabin, he was greeted with cheers from the entire audience.

The media cameras immediately turned to him, and flashes went off one after another.

Terry and Lampard followed closely behind, the two of them holding the Champions League trophy together on either side.

Under the sunlight, the gleaming silver trophy became the focus of the entire event.

“Frank, let me handle this for a bit,” Terry said in a low voice.

Lampard released his grip, a smile playing on his lips, and took a step back.

Terry took a deep breath and raised the Champions League trophy high by himself, its silver gleaming brilliantly in the London afternoon sun.

He shook the trophy vigorously at the reporters crowded around the runway, then turned towards the distant terminal building.

Through the glass, countless Chelsea fans were frantically pounding on the windows, their cheers faintly audible even across the track.

Chelsea fans across the UK went wild in front of their television sets.

Some people jumped onto the sofa, others smashed beer glasses, and the fans screamed: "Yes! Yes! John! We are the Champions League winners! We are the quadruple champions!"

At this moment, Roy turned slightly to the side, his eyes hidden behind black sunglasses, but the smile on his lips betrayed his joy.

The live television camera focused on him, and Chelsea fans across Britain erupted in cheers.

In the streets, in bars, and in living rooms, people raised their arms and shouted at the top of their lungs:

"Roy! Roy! Our King of Stamford Bridge!"

Three goals! One trophy! A legend!

"Stay for another five years! Win ten more championships!"

"Stay for another ten years! We're going to win countless championships!"

The roar of the fans suddenly rose, sweeping in like a tsunami from behind the terminal glass, from in front of television sets in thousands of homes, and from every street in West London.

At the Chelsea fan bar, a child looked up, his fingers still tightly clutching the corner of his father's shirt with the Chelsea logo.

His eyes shone like newly lit stars, and his voice was childish yet incredibly earnest: "Dad, I want Roy to always wear blue and play football. Until the day he can't run anymore, I hope he retires at Stamford Bridge."

The bar fell silent for a second, then erupted in good-natured laughter and applause.

Someone reached across the table and ruffled the child's hair: "Kid, you've spoken the wishes of all of us."

On this day, the air in North London seemed to freeze.

Even with the windows closed, Arsenal and Tottenham fans could feel the tremors coming from West London; the streets shook, and cheers surged like waves, audible even from miles away.

Chelsea's open-top bus slowly drove through the streets of West London, the four trophies gleaming in the sunlight.

The Champions League trophy was placed at the front, with Terry and Lampard taking turns supporting it, its silver surface reflecting a dazzling light.

Mourinho held the Premier League trophy in his hands, standing at the front of the bus like a captain.

The FA Cup and League Cup were being passed around casually by the players, and Drogba was using the trophies as wine glasses, pretending to drink champagne, which drew laughter from the fans on the sidelines.

Hundreds of thousands of people crowded both sides of the street, some climbing onto phone booths, others hanging from streetlights.

When Roy appeared on the top deck of the bus wearing sunglasses and accepted the Champions League trophy with one hand, the entire Kings Road erupted in cheers.

A little girl was carried on her father's shoulders, her homemade sign fluttering in the wind: "Roy, you gave me my first championship!"

He suddenly bent down, as if to hand the trophy to the fans below who were reaching out their hands in a frenzy.

In an instant, countless arms surged forward like waves, fingers taut, both eager to touch and afraid of the trophy falling.

Just as the silver cup was about to fall, Roy suddenly pulled his hand back and straightened up.

In the sunlight, a sly smile played on his lips as he raised the trophy and shouted to the crowd:
"One more time?"

This question was like a spark splashed into an oil drum.

The entire street erupted in a deafening response:

"ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!"

The air trembled throughout the street as the same phrase burst forth from millions of mouths, syllables overlapping, creating a rolling wave of sound.

At first, there were sporadic shouts, which came from several directions at the same time. Some were hoarse, some were sharp, and some were low.

Soon, these sounds converged, collided, and merged like a tide, eventually becoming a unified roar:
“ONE MORE TIME!”

The sound was squeezed out of his chest, mixed with the heat of the beer and the roars of the previous night.

“ONE MORE TIME!”

The sound collided with the asphalt road and was reflected by the glass walls of the buildings on both sides, creating an echo.

“ONE MORE TIME!”

The rhythm grew faster and heavier until the last three words completely merged together, becoming a pure, deafening roar.

This is not a request, not an expectation, but rather like a prophecy that has already been confirmed.

In this wave of noise, the future is being celebrated as if it were the past.

Roy handed the Champions League trophy to Maicon, who took it and, shirtless and wearing a gold chain, held it high and shook it wildly.

Sweat streamed down his muscular back, glistening in the sunlight.

In yesterday's Champions League final, it was Maicon who cut in from the right wing and scored after receiving an assist from Roy, giving Chelsea a 2-0 lead.

After a season of coaching by Mourinho, Maicon's performance on both ends of the pitch has become more balanced.

Although Cafu, who was directly matched up against him in the final against AC Milan, was close to 35 years old, Maicon's performance on the right flank was in no way inferior in terms of attack and defense.

That evening after the match, Brazil's national team coach, Pereira, called to congratulate him on winning the Champions League title again, which means that Maicon has gained a clear advantage in the competition for the right-back position in the Brazilian team.

Roy stood on the championship parade bus and laughed out loud.

In front of the television, Arsenal manager Arsène Wenger was slowly sipping tea, his long-held dream of winning the Champions League title for his team had been realized by their city rivals.

Manchester United manager Sir Alex Ferguson was also in a bad mood, as Chelsea not only became the second English team to win the treble, but their dominance also clearly surpassed Manchester United's achievement in 1999.

Forlán, who was signed by Manchester United for a high price but performed poorly, surprisingly became the top scorer in La Liga after transferring to Villarreal, surpassing Eto'o.

When Diego Forlán was signed for £700 million, the Uruguayan striker had endured a nightmarish two and a half years at Old Trafford.

He only scored 10 goals in 42 Premier League appearances, earning him the nickname "invisible striker" from fans.

Ferguson faced countless criticisms for this, with some even showing up at the Carrington training ground holding banners that read "overpriced flops".

当弗兰以300万欧元转会比利亚雷亚尔后，他只用了一个赛季就迎来爆发：2004-05赛季以25球力压24球的埃托奥夺得西甲金靴，其中包含对阵巴萨的梅开二度。

The Manchester United fans who had once mocked him were speechless, and the phone in Ferguson's office rang incessantly again, this time with reporters pressing him on whether he regretted letting the Golden Boot go.

What Ferguson found most unacceptable was the relentless headline from the English media: "For two consecutive seasons, the teams that eliminated Manchester United have only finished as runners-up in the Champions League."

This comment, like a precise straight punch, struck Manchester United's most vulnerable spot. It wasn't just mocking the embarrassment of their elimination; it also hinted at a cruel "Manchester United curse."
"Beating Manchester United = Missing out on the Champions League title"

The bizarre pattern of two consecutive seasons has turned Manchester United from a Champions League title contender into a kind of "championship filter".

The media pointed out sharply: If even the team that eliminated you can't win the championship, then you are probably much further away from the Champions League trophy than the score suggests.

This kind of narrative is more hurtful than a simple defeat.

It turned Manchester United from the protagonist into a supporting character, from the hunter into the prey.

The real sign of a dynasty's collapse is when opponents start to see "eliminating Manchester United" as an ominous sign.

The deeper humiliation came from Roy's comments after the rescheduled league match.

When asked about Manchester United's performance, the Chelsea midfielder simply shrugged: "Not as good as Liverpool."

These few words are more powerful than any lengthy discourse.

Manchester United's collapse this season is not only a drop in the standings, but also the collapse of the prestige they have built up over many years.

After acquiring Manchester United, the Glazer family publicly pledged: "We will bring Manchester United back to its peak, improving everything from club operations to global influence. The team will have ample funds for transfers, while continuing to focus on the youth academy and nurturing players who truly understand the Manchester United spirit. Not every team needs to rely on players like Roy to win, even though he scores many goals. Football is a team sport, and there are no irreplaceable individuals. Manchester United has its own path to success."

Before flying to Istanbul, Roy responded to Glazer's remarks in the following way:
"Everyone has the right to express their opinion, but I'm a naturally proud person. My goal is simple: to keep scoring goals and make opponents fear my presence in every game. I can't play for every team; my career needs planning, but I hope that every team's management will say: 'We need Roy.' If they don't think so now..."

“They’ll change their minds after they play against me.” The following day, Roy appeared at the Nike Oxford Street flagship store.

The glass exterior of the shop was already covered with his huge posters.

In the poster, he is roaring at the camera, with blue confetti flying everywhere in the background of Istanbul Night.

The limited-edition sneakers sold in the store are from the Blue Mercurial series, with "ISTANBUL 2005" printed in small gold lettering on the outside of the shoe.

The tickets were originally scheduled to go on sale at 10 a.m., but fans started lining up as early as 4 a.m.

By 8 a.m., the queue had circled Oxford Street twice, and police had to close the adjacent Berners Street to manage the flow of people.

A girl excitedly announced after receiving the signature on her collarbone, "I will tattoo it on my body forever!"

But then, a man in the line held up his baby, wrapped in blue swaddling clothes, and begged Roy to sign his name on the child's little feet.

Roy paused for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, taking the baby as he joked, "Signing is no problem, but I hope you're not planning to give this little guy a tattoo too."

The crowd burst into laughter, and even the police officers maintaining order couldn't help but grin.

The baby was unusually quiet in Roy's arms, staring at him with its round eyes.

Roy gently squeezed the child's chubby feet and wrote his name very lightly with the tip of his pen, his handwriting much more delicate than usual, so as not to frighten the little fan.

The child's father was so excited that his face turned red, and he kept saying, "He will definitely become a champion like you when he grows up!"

"Of course, if he works hard enough."

In the evening, I also participated in the filming of an advertisement for Samsung Electronics, the club's official partner, which involved promoting a commemorative mobile phone for winning the Champions League.

On May 28, Henry's wife Nicole Meryl gave birth to a daughter named Tea.

After Roy learned of the news, he called Henry.

"Congratulations! I wish your little princess health and happiness."

During the phone call, Roy didn't talk about football; he simply congratulated Henry and his wife and wished the children good health and safety.

The two chatted casually for a few minutes, their tone calm, and the conversation always revolved around the newborn.

Finally, before hanging up, Henry added, "Congratulations on winning the Champions League."

"Again."

"what?"

"I mean, I've won the Champions League again."

Roy's voice carried that familiar calm that made Henry's back teeth itch.

There was a sudden two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Henry's expression, which had just softened slightly at the congratulatory call, instantly tightened again. He looked down at his sleeping daughter in his arms and took a deep breath.

"Thank you for your blessing, Roy."

Henry practically spat out those words through gritted teeth, then decisively pressed the end call button.

He silently vowed in his heart: he would never be friends with Roy in this lifetime.

That arrogant guy is always so annoying.

While Roy was on the phone with Henry, Cheryl leaned on his shoulder and listened quietly.

As the phone hung up, she suddenly flipped over and straddled Roy's lap, cupping his somewhat bewildered face in her hands.

"What about us?"

Her fingertips gently traced his brow bone, her voice as sweet as honey, "When can I hold your child, hmm?"

"Don't joke around, Cheryl, how could I have a child?"

Cheryl gently stroked her lower abdomen, her eyes tender: "I mean the child that will grow from my body, our child."

Roy looked away and gave a faint "Mmm": "That day will come."

Cheryl's eyes lit up. She had imagined it countless times in her mind: their wedding, the child's name, and even which school to send the child to.

"By the way, let's buy that Cartier diamond necklace you had your eye on tomorrow."

"There's a friendly match for the national team on May 31, but I'm not planning to go. I need a great vacation. Abramovich is willing to lend us the Compass. Do you want to go to the Mediterranean or the Caribbean? Lampard might come with us, along with some of my friends."

"Relax, relax, honey. I've had my agent find a fantastic house in Cobham, about fifteen acres. I'll be doing a major renovation after I buy it. We'll build a five-a-side football pitch on the north side and a clay tennis court on the east side. The main building will have a Turkish bath and sauna, as well as a standard indoor and outdoor swimming pool."

"Your walk-in closet is located next to the master bedroom. It will have an automatic lift-up bag rack, a rotating shoe cabinet, and a glass island with a constant temperature system in the middle, specifically for your jewelry and watches. All the cabinets are equipped with soft lighting, making it easy to find things."

The house Roy had his eye on was in Surrey, covering a full fifteen acres. It was considered a top-tier mansion among English football stars, with a total price of over ten million pounds.

However, with his current income, he can easily afford to pay this amount.

"Have you never thought about marrying me?"

"It's not yet time."

When will it be time to call it time?

"I don't want to say empty words like 'wait until I retire,' but at least I need to be prepared first."

Cheryl was acutely aware that she had virtually no say in the relationship.

Roy was almost perfect as a partner: he was highly intelligent and emotionally intelligent, had a gentle personality, and rarely lost control.

His annual income exceeds ten million pounds, making him one of the top players in football, enjoying continuous attention from the media and fans.

Cheryl hardly needs to actively seek exposure; top-tier collaboration opportunities always come her way.

Just as Roy agreed to participate in the Sky Sports documentary filming, the director of Fox Music contacted Cheryl's team the very next day, offering a contract to tailor-make a solo album, along with resources to support a global tour.

The contract was so generous that even top brokers in the industry were surprised.

What's even more remarkable is that, despite being surrounded by numerous temptations, Roy has never been rumored to have cheated.

Cheryl ultimately had no choice but to back down.

Roy had never seriously considered marriage; the mere thought of signing a legally binding long-term commitment made him feel suffocated.

In his eyes, marriage is like a final match with no substitutions, where you're forever trapped in the same formation until you're exhausted.

On May 29, Roy and Cheryl set off for Paris to begin their vacation.

French national team coach Raymond Domenech expressed his understanding of Roy's refusal to be called up to the national team, believing that he really needed rest after a season of high-intensity matches.

A medical report submitted by Chelsea's team doctor showed that Roy had a mild muscle strain in his groin area, and the medical team clearly recommended that he need at least three weeks of complete rest.

Like Roy, Henry, Vieira, and Makelele also did not accept the call-up.

Domenech called up players such as Pedretti, Malouda, Cissé and Wiltord to bolster the squad.

Meanwhile, 22-year-old Ribery received his first call-up to the national team.

On that day, Roy appeared in the VIP section of Roland Garros to watch the fourth round of the French Open men's singles matches.

世界排名第一的费德勒以6-1、6-4、6-3的比分轻松战胜了1998年赛会冠军莫亚，继2001年后再次闯入赛事八强，这同时也是费德勒在法网取得的最佳单打成绩。

Just after leading Chelsea to a Champions League victory, Roy's appearance at Roland Garros stadium to watch the game immediately caused a sensation in the French sports media.

Journalists from L'Équipe and France Football rushed to report the news, and several media outlets published high-resolution photos of Roy watching the game from the VIP seats on their official websites.

Following their title win, Chelsea continued their summer transfer activity.

According to media reports, Athletic Bilbao defender Horno's transfer to Chelsea is in its final stages, with the two clubs expected to complete the signing in London this week.

24-year-old Orno has agreed to personal terms and will officially announce his transfer after playing for Spain against Lithuania and Bosnia and Herzegovina.

He stated that although he was reluctant to leave his former club, the transfer fee would be a significant source of income for Athletic Bilbao.

In addition to finalizing the transfer of Orno, the club is also actively looking for other left-back options.

Meanwhile, several players are planning to leave the team: Joe Cole is considering a transfer due to a lack of playing time, Russian midfielder Smertin hopes to return to the Russian Premier League, and right-back Glen Johnson is being pursued by several Premier League clubs. Most notably, left-back Bridge's situation is becoming increasingly marginalized with the arrival of new signings.

Meanwhile, Chelsea are also considering signing AC Milan's Georgian defender Kaladze, with media reports suggesting a possible £100 million swap involving Crespoga.

Mourinho faces a choice: Horno is strong in attack but weak in defense and is good at making runs down the flanks, while Kaladze is solid in defense and has a lot of Champions League experience.

Meanwhile, Chelsea's central defensive lineup is facing restructuring for the new season.

With Desailly's retirement and Huth seeking a return to the Bundesliga to secure his place in the German national team, the team only has three available starting center-backs: Terry, Carvalho, and Abidal.

Rumors continue to intensify regarding Chelsea defender Gallas' potential transfer to Arsenal.

In fact, rumors of the French defender being linked with Arsenal had already begun circulating as early as the Champions League knockout stage this year.

As the two clubs continue their discussions, the likelihood of this transfer is gradually increasing.

This forces the club to add one or two more young center-backs as rotation options in case of a manpower shortage during the long season.

Chelsea scouts highlighted Vincent Kompany, the 19-year-old centre-back who plays for Anderlecht in Belgium, in their report.

While Mourinho was in his office reviewing the young player's match footage, Roy came to confirm the schedule for the summer Asian tour.

Upon reviewing Kompany's profile, Roy briefly commented, "Signing him won't be a bad deal."

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