Manchester United's heir apparent, but can't play football.

Chapter 125: Are we about to say goodbye to the beginner village?
"The story of the 2014/15 season has finally come to an end!"

"The wind along the Vistula River, carrying a cool, moist air, blows from north to south, softly telling every passerby the story of his early fame."

"Li Luo left no regrets at the prime of his life."

"There are always beautiful things worth pursuing with all your might, which keep those who chase the light moving forward."

"After a 70-year wait, Wolfsburg has finally lifted its first European trophy in club history."

"Li Luo and his Wolfsburg teammates walked a long journey together and finally stood at the top of the Europa League, thus unlocking the treble!"

"And he personally set a historical record for Chinese players in the top five European leagues."

Congratulations to Wolfsburg.

"The camera focused on Mr. Black Gold, whose face was flushed with excitement. Oh dear, a good friend of Chinese fans, he accidentally took a big fall."

The commentator then offered another blessing to Sevilla.

Coach Zhang couldn't stop smiling as he carefully recounted Li Luo's outstanding performance in the final. How could a Chinese player shining brightly in the Europa League not excite Chinese fans?

He saw that Li Luo looked like he was about to be stripped naked, but fortunately the CTV5 director switched back to the studio in time.

Studio.
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Wow, Wolfsburg fans are way too excited!
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[The club's first European trophy! I suspect the Volkswagen Group will probably erect a statue for this loaned player, or at least a bust in a museum, given the incredible commercial returns he generated last season.]
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[A beautiful connection between me and Wolfsburg, the prologue to a legend, the starting point of a hero.]
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What? Li Luo only has one pair of underwear left?!
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[Underwear brand's market value skyrockets!]
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[Mr. Black Gold, along with Wolfsburg staff and security personnel, are escorting him towards the tunnel!]
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[Arnold, Maranda, Knoch, and a bunch of his teammates cried. A treble! For some players, tonight might be the most glorious moment of their entire career!]
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[Next season, if Li Luo returns to Manchester United, will he be able to perform with the same ease and confidence as he did at Wolfsburg?]

Warsaw International Stadium.

A green ocean.

Several green flags stood tall on the center circle line, fluttering in the gentle breeze.

De Bruyne was also stripped of his jersey and boots, and was shyly covering his chest as he ran away.

Bendtner opened his arms wide and shouted excitedly to the fans, "Come on, don't be shy, come on!"

Maranda walked to the edge of the stands, hugged her family, and cried uncontrollably.

"Mom, you're right. Those who follow the stars will not get lost in the dark."

not far away.

Trent Alexander-Arnold, the son of Wolfsburg's star striker, was equally moved, his eyes welling up with tears: "I never imagined that at my age, I would have won the treble with Lee. Next season, I will inherit his number 10 jersey."

Gustavo patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "This season will be a precious memory in your career. We'll hardly ever have a teammate like Li again."

"He is responsible, has a strong sense of duty, always encourages his teammates in adversity, and always leads everyone to the right path to victory."

"He has a good personality, never acts like a prince of a prestigious youth training program, has a clean private life, is self-disciplined, and trains hard."

"Look, even his back seems to be glowing."

far away.

Wearing only a pair of shorts, Li Luo walked confidently into the passageway amidst a flurry of flashing lights.

The locker room door.

The team doctor and security personnel were on high alert.

Li Luo took a comfortable shower.

I controlled the overall situation for most of the game and didn't have to frequently switch back and forth to defend, so I wasn't tired at all.

No one was injured.

Wolfsburg fans gently "snatched" his jersey and shoes without tearing or pulling them.

I changed my clothes again.

A cold, mechanical, electronic synthesized voice sounded at the opportune moment.

[Achievement unlocked: Europa League champion.]

[Special Redemption: Module Upgrade Tool * Random]

[Would you like to spend 100,000 Shock Points to redeem this item?]

[Currently being redeemed]

Rumble!
A measuring tape, gleaming with a golden light, appeared before my eyes.

[Essien's "beast waist" module.]

【upgrade!】

[Rijkaard's "Swan Dancer" module.]

Can he lead Manchester United on the road to revival with his current abilities?

Li Luo shook his head, dispelling his thoughts.

The chaos subsided.

A luxurious UEFA Europa League final awards ceremony stage has been set up on the green field.

Accompanied by an exciting background music.

Li Luo and his Wolfsburg teammates walked out of the tunnel again.

The stadium loudspeaker called out the name of each player.

Platini and Infantino were extremely excited when they met the Chinese prodigy.

"Li, your talent is very similar to mine when I was young! A midfield artist!"

"Li, that's amazing! You single-handedly boosted the Europa League ratings, it's incredible! Promise me you'll lead Manchester United out of the Champions League group stage next season!"

"By the way, the national team's World Cup Asian qualifiers can't be delayed! God bless you, you must lead the Chinese team to the 2018 World Cup!"

Li Luo's popularity and commercial influence are beyond doubt.

FIFA would love for China to host a World Cup!

Putin is already running for the position of head of FIFA.
Polish legend Boniek, equally grateful, shook hands with the Chinese prodigy: "Thank you, Li. During this time, you have brought more attention to the city where the Europa League final is being held."

Li Luo put on the medal and politely responded to each one:

"Manchester United will go further next season, and so will the Chinese national team."

As soon as he said it, for some reason, he suddenly became a little worried: Perrin said he didn't have to travel all that way, so he probably wouldn't be beaten to the point of being dismissed by the "easy group" opponents, right?

At last.

Wolfsburg captain Benaglio once again jokingly urged Li Luo to lift the trophy.

Warsaw Stadium, a sea of ​​green, churned and surged. A historic moment for the fans and everyone at the club.

"Wolves won the 2014/15 UEFA Europa League!"

"Triple Crown Winner!"

"Li Luo lifted the championship trophy!"

Fireworks soared into the sky, and cannons roared in unison.

Golden confetti drifted down.

The Wolfsburg team returned to Lower Saxony overnight.

The streets of Porsche were already packed with people. The sycamore branches cast dappled shadows in the dim streetlights, and the gray-green Wolfsburg jerseys were layered on top of each other like surging waves.

Some people cheered, holding up beer cans, the foam dripping down their wrists.

The children jumped around holding inflatable wolf claws, their view sometimes blocked by the crowd in front of them, so they tiptoed to peer forward.

The white-haired old man, leaning on a cane, revealed an expression that said, "I'll live to see the end of my life."

A poster congratulating Wolfsburg on their victory was pasted on the glass of Hugo Bakery on the street corner, and the aroma mixed with cheers filled the street.

Wolfsburg flags and scarves were also hung on the surrounding balconies.

Suddenly, deafening cheers erupted in the distance. The horns of the motorcycle team pierced the air first, and vehicles flashing blue lights led the way, followed closely by the green championship bus with three trophy patterns printed on its body. De Bruyne's head popped out of the window, eliciting screams from the crowd.

Li Luo stood on the roof of the open-air car, surrounded by three championship trophies.

He grabbed the neatly folded team scarf and threw it into the crowd, each throw eliciting cheers.

"Triple Crown Winner!"

"Li Li Li~"

"Our hero~ Li Li Li~"

The car was moving very slowly.

Let the players be like triumphant heroes, fully enjoying the flowers and applause from the fans.

An LED screen on a building is playing back highlights of Wolfsburg's 2014/15 season.

The next morning.

The lawn at the Wolfsburg training ground was covered in morning dew.

All players proceeded with training and medical examinations as scheduled.

Beep!
Black Gold personally blew the whistle to start the training camp.

"Guys, the long holiday is about to begin, and I've sent all the holiday tips to everyone's email address!"

"I don't want to ramble on! But please be sure to pay attention to safety and do not engage in dangerous behavior."

"The preseason plan has also been sent to your email."

Perhaps many of these faces will never be seen again next season.
But the Wolfsburg manager still proceeded with his pre-holiday pep talk and reminders as usual.

They maintained their team spirit until the very last moment.

"Idiot, what's there to cry about? Don't wipe your snot on Li's clothes!"

"There's no need to be sad about parting ways. We had a wonderful season together, one that will be worth reminiscing about even after we retire."

Black Gold turned around and silently walked towards the office.

The vast training ground fell silent, as if only the soft sound of the wind rustling through the grass could be heard.

In a trance.

The crowd seemed to have truly seen the back of a renowned coach.

After a while.

De Bruyne walked over: "Li, I had something I wanted to talk to you about, but let's talk about it later. Relax and enjoy your vacation!"

As he spoke, his tone softened, and he smiled.

Li Luo smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Bendtner sighed and stretched: "Damn it, I've been playing so well with Lee this season, and Manchester United doesn't want me. Where am I supposed to find another Lee?"

Everyone laughed.

Maranda quietly approached Li Luo, her voice low but firm: "Li, the boss said that next season, I don't necessarily have to strictly follow the Manchester United coaching staff's tactical arrangements."

Li Luo asked, puzzled, "What did Teacher Hei Jin say?"

"Pass the ball to Lee!"

Night fell heavily on Cheshire, and Hale was gently shrouded in a thin veil of mist.

clang!
Clang!

Three chimes echoed from the old clock tower.

A few Manchester United fans were strolling along the cobblestone alley when their eyes inadvertently swept across a glass window, and they were surprised: the warm yellow firelight was illuminating Sir Alex Ferguson's face, which was marked by the passage of time, and his features were gentle and familiar.

"Jazz, it looks like you're writing something?"

The group quietly walked away; if they dared to go in and disturb them, they would definitely get a good scolding.
Inside the window.

Ferguson is writing the latest version of his autobiography.

A serious look on his face.

“Hecking, born on September 12, 1964, in Kastrop Lauxel, Germany, is the kind of coach I want to mold Moyes into: a true leader, the helmsman of Wolfsburg’s dream season.”

"As a coach, his training was methodical and thoroughly brought out Li's talent in organization. He transformed Li from a one-sided attacker into a midfield commander who could completely control the overall situation in top-level competitions."

"His strict discipline always ensured that the team operated according to his vision, and all players remained loyal to our Manchester United heir, preventing any dressing room unrest."

"Regardless of victory or defeat, he always remains elegant and humble, taking the blame for the loss himself and giving all the credit to the players."

"The young crown prince went on a journey and met a knight commander who was experienced and of noble character."

While Jack was pouring the Scotch tea, he couldn't help but steal a glance.

Thinking to myself: If Lee had been loaned to another club and encountered a stubborn and rigid coach, then Blackgin is indeed extraordinary, able to give both De Bruyne and Lee such a high degree of freedom.

(End of this chapter)