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Chapter 437 The competition ends, and amateur players are snapped up.

With the referee's whistle, the match officially ended.

The referee himself was puzzled; the game hadn't entered stoppage time yet, but his watch showed that 94 minutes had already passed.

The Royals players appealed to the referee, and no stoppage time was added.

The referee could only apologize, acknowledging it was an operational error on their part—they failed to announce stoppage time, even though the game had actually exceeded the allotted time.

In the end, the score was fixed at 10:4.

The entire audience erupted in thunderous applause for the Hamburg team, who had accomplished a miracle.

Many fans were so moved that they cried.

Many die-hard Royal Club fans who had traveled long distances to attend the match shed tears over the team's humiliating defeat.

The narrator excitedly delivered his impromptu speech.

"The match is over!"

"Before the match, no one would have imagined that this unknown team from a small seaside town in southern France could upset the other teams of the invincible Royal Cosmo Tower."

"Who would have thought that this Royal team, full of confidence and aiming to achieve a 25-game winning streak and make history, would suffer its Waterloo in this small town?"

"Who would have thought that the Royal team, with a total value of over 15 billion, would be defeated by this small team with no value among its members?"

"Manelli, a historically great striker who was just crowned the world's number one player two days ago, can only sigh as he looks at the goal guarded by Oddo."

"This defense, which is known as the strongest in the world, is simply no match for Benny."

"Banni scored seven goals on his own, which is almost a rarity in football history. Unlike his predecessors who racked up stats by beating weaker teams, Banni accomplished this feat against what is known as the world's best defense, the Wall of Sighs. I can't imagine how many teams will extend offers to him after the match."

"The team is in the eighth tier of leagues, with all players being semi-professional. The head coach was injured by a substitute and left the field early."

"This is the team that accomplished an unprecedented miracle in football history."

"There is no proper training ground, no systematic tactics, and they can't even complete basic technical movements."

"But so what? The Hamburg players showed us another possibility for football in an extraordinary way."

"This match has overturned our imagination and understanding of football."

"I firmly believe that some of Hamburg's tactics and technical moves in this match will completely change football!"

The Royals players didn't linger and slunk into the fan tunnel.

He was greeted by enthusiastic fans who offered him jerseys and autographed pens.

With tears welling up in his eyes, Manelli said, "I'm sorry to have disappointed everyone."

Then, without signing autographs for anyone, he walked dejectedly into the locker room.

The Royals players all looked dejected, and like Manelli, they apologized to the fans and left, none of them having the face to sign autographs.

All everyone heard was the locker room door being slammed shut and the coach's furious roar coming from inside.

The disappointment of one group is the celebration of another.

Hamburg's players jumped around on the sidelines, arms around each other, enjoying this impossible victory amidst the cheers of the fans.

Everyone shouted and jumped excitedly.

John even hugged the camera lens and kissed it repeatedly.

Suddenly, everyone surrounded Young Master Mang.

He looked puzzled: "What do you want to do?"

Everyone lifted Young Master Mang high into the air and tossed him into the air, shouting his name.

"Too high! Too high!" Young Master Mang shouted in panic.

But soon, he lost himself amidst the constant exclamations of "greatness".

He squinted, enjoying the feeling of being tossed high into the air by everyone.

"Greatness needs no words. I love football so much. It's my life!"

Club president John was embracing his son's swollen shoulders as the two took turns passionately kissing the camera lens. Suddenly, he felt a strong vibration coming from his pocket.

He covered his ears with one hand and answered the phone amidst the noise.

"What? It's a bit noisy here! Speak louder!"

"What? You want to sign our players? Real Madrid! You're scamming me! I'm still a Barcelona player!"

He had just hung up the phone when it rang again.

"Hey, what? You guys are Barcelona? You just attacked Real Madrid too."

"You guys want to sign our players too? A package deal?"

"Would you like to pack it up, John?"

"John is actually very talented and could easily establish himself at Barcelona. Oh, you don't need to, right?"

"Then let him go look after the water dispenser?"

"Oh, oh, there are people here too."

"Okay, I'll tell the players to wait for you to come over."

He hung up the phone, and little John eagerly said to him, "Dad, I want to go to Barcelona too!"

"If you don't go to Barcelona, ​​Dad will help you get a job at Manchester United."

After the celebration, the players walked back excitedly. In the players' tunnel, they saw everyone reaching out to shake their hands for the first time.

"My God, I never imagined I would receive such treatment in my entire life."

Enthusiastic fans took out their jerseys for everyone to sign.

Although most of them were Real Madrid fans whose names were printed with Manelli's, the Hamburg players welcomed everyone.

A moment later, from the other end of the player tunnel, Delulu, disguised as Steve, ran over excitedly, blended into the group, and happily signed autographs for everyone.

The young master performed 18 somersaults for the fans on the field before reluctantly leaving.

He was stopped by staff at the sidelines.

A transparent cube-shaped trophy was handed to him.

He looked puzzled and didn't reach out his hand.

Because the robotic arm wasn't activated yet, the hand was still hanging there swinging.

"Congratulations, Benny, you are the MVP of this game. What are your thoughts?"

What is MVP?

The reporters exchanged bewildered glances; the player's simplicity and honesty had exceeded their expectations.

"He is the Most Valuable Player."

As the staff member explained, they awkwardly handed the trophy to him.

Young Master Mang activated the robotic arm, which automatically took the trophy and held it above his head.

Amidst everyone's puzzled looks, he excitedly said, "I'm so excited. I think I'm a football genius, I was born for this sport, and I only realized it today. Why didn't I get involved in football sooner? I want to let my dad know that I'm not useless."

Although the sentences were somewhat disordered, they still moved those present.

The reporter continued, "You defeated the Royal team, which is hailed as the strongest in the world. As the brightest star in this football miracle, what are your thoughts?"

"Everything is going as expected—" he said, as the robotic arm began manipulating the trophy again, dribbling it between his legs, which dazzled everyone.

"I think they're nothing special, they're practically no match for me."

The reporters were speechless with astonishment at the arrogant remarks and unconventional actions of the young master.

"If a top team were to extend an invitation to you, which team would you prefer?"

(End of this chapter)