We made you the King of Prisoners, and now you've become the King of Football?

Chapter 115 A View from St. James' Park

St. James' Park fell into a two-second silence.

The next instant, the stands where the Monaco fans were located erupted in a loud bang.

The cheers and shouts almost shook the entire stadium.

The Seville fan section was completely silent.

Countless people held their heads in their hands, staring blankly at the still-trembling football in the net, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Goal!

"Decisive kill!!!" He Wei's hoarse roar, piercing through the screen, came through the screen.

"95th minute! Jiang Ming! He dribbled from near the center circle, beating four players! A solo run and a goal! The winning goal!"

"This is the winning goal in the Europa League final!" Xu Yang's voice trembled.

"He dribbled past Nzonzi with a low shoulder! His crossover evaded Krychowiak! He used a Marseille turn to break free of a double-team! Finally, he calmly slotted the ball into the net!"

"This goal was both spectacular and decisive, truly a once-in-a-lifetime moment in history!!!"

"Such agile footwork and unpredictable dribbling rhythm—"

"The only one I can think of is Ronaldinho, the football genius of yesteryear!"

"With little time remaining, our young Chinese player may just snatch the Europa League title with this goal!"

The chat messages in the live stream were moving so fast that the content of the discussion was no longer legible.

"Holy crap!! A dragon kill!!!"

"A solo goal in the 95th minute of the Europa League final—this is something even a scriptwriter wouldn't dare to write."

"Who just said we needed extra time? Come out and take your punishment!"

"Sevilla's dream of a three-peat shattered, they were just a few minutes away!"

"Jiang Ming's goal should be considered the best goal in Europa League final history, right?"

"To have seen this ball, my life is complete!"

Sidelines.

Yaldin jumped up and threw a punch in mid-air.

The moment they landed, they hugged assistant coach Caldera tightly.

The two grown men, their eyes brimming with tears of emotion, embraced passionately.

The players and staff on the bench rushed to the sidelines.

With their arms raised high, the whole team jumped and danced, caught up in an indescribable ecstasy.

On the other side.

Emery remained kneeling, his hands on his knees, staring blankly at the direction of the goal on the field.

They turned the game around at halftime and took the lead.

Then, in the final second, he was defeated by his opponent.

Amidst the dramatic ups and downs, only disbelief and bewilderment remained on the face of this "King of the European League".

Jiang Ming strode to the sidelines and stepped over the GG sign.

The red and white fans in the first row leaned out, and countless arms reached out to him.

Someone grabbed the hem of his jersey, and someone was calling his name.

But Jiang Ming stood still.

He simply raised his hands and placed them in front of his forehead.

The stadium lights stretched his shadow long.

Jiang Ming just stood there.

My gaze swept over the crowds, over the "GG" sign, over the roaring stands, over the entire St. James' Park stadium —

Looking into the distance.

The next second, his teammates rushed at him from all directions like madmen.

Mbappe was the first to rush to Jiang Ming's side and put his arm around his shoulder.

Lemar followed closely behind.

Bakayoko, Moutinho, Fabinho —

A group of red and white figures surrounded Jiang Ming in the center.

The photographer on the sidelines crouched down and took this picture from a very low angle.

A young, inexperienced Chinese boy gazes into the distance.

The stands were filled with surging waves of red and white scarves, waving team flags, and countless faces flushed with excitement.

Everything was frozen in time at St. James' Park that night.

It was captain Moutinho who was the first to calm down.

He said in a deep voice, "Let's hold back for now! There's still time in the game! Don't give them a chance!"

The group then realized what was happening and started rubbing Jiang Ming's hair as they walked back.

The players from both sides returned to the center circle.

"The whistle blows, the game resumes."

Sevilla immediately pushed into the opponent's half.

Even the two center-backs, Rami and Carrizo, pushed up significantly.

Seville is clearly going all out.

"Sevilla haven't given up yet!"

"Until the final whistle blows, everything is still uncertain!"

Banega receives the ball in the middle.

Two Monaco defenders instantly surrounded him.

Banega passed the ball to Mariano, who was making a run down the right flank.

The latter took a step forward and immediately crossed the ball.

Wallace stretched out his foot and blocked the ball, which rolled out of bounds.

"Corner kick!"

"Sevilla have won a corner kick!"

"The last chance to score!"

"Even goalkeeper Soria ran into the penalty area."

"They're determined to head this corner kick into the goal!"

The Seville fans stood up and held their breath.

Banega stood in the corner flag area, raising his right hand.

The penalty area was packed with people.

Jiang Ming stood near the far post, his gaze fixed on the corner flag area.

"Banega takes the corner kick!"

"The ball's position is—"

"Back point!"

The football arced towards the far post.

Gameiro shook off Carvalho, who was marking him closely.

He controlled the ball with his feet before Carvalho could get back in position to defend.

A powerful shot after a powerful swing!

Suddenly.

A figure in red and white pounced over.

He blocked the ball with his chest!

"Jiang Ming!!"

"A flying block!!"

"Critical rescue!!"

"He got into Gameiro's shot line and blocked the ball with his body!"

The football bounced out of the penalty area.

Moutinho launched a long ball forward.

Rami rushed to chase the ball, trying to organize a second wave of attack.

But just then...

"Beep~ Beep~ Beep"

Three crisp whistles echoed throughout St. Jacobs Park.

That whistle shattered the hopes of the Seville fans.

This also reignited the excitement among Monaco fans.

St. Jakob Park was completely transformed into a sea of ​​madness.

"The referee has blown the whistle!"

"The match is over!"

The 2015-16 UEFA Europa League final ended with a score of 2-3!

The team that won this season's Europa League title is—

"Monaco!!!!"

"They did it!!!"

"We have successfully defeated Sevilla, the kings of the Europa League!"

"After a twelve-year journey, Monaco has once again advanced to the European competition final!"

"And this time, they didn't repeat the mistakes Didier Deschamps made!"

"At the last moment, Jiang Ming scored a stunning solo goal! A decisive victory!"

"We've won our first-ever European trophy!"

He Wei slowed his speech slightly, his warm yet passionate voice resonating throughout China: "Twelve years is a cycle, from the coast of Monaco to the evening breeze of St. James's, the young challenger has finally overthrown the king."

The king on his throne.

"From the first half's dazzling display of talent to the second half's precarious situation, from the final long-distance run to the desperate block in the dying seconds."

"The most touching aspects of football are always hidden in these small moments."

"We witnessed the resilience of the Champions League champions, and we also witnessed the miracle of the youth storm."

"And that young Chinese boy from the East wrote his own epic with football."

"He also made Monaco's name appear on the Europa League champions' list for the first time."

"Regret and glory, loss and ecstasy, are all captured in Basel tonight."

"Let us congratulate Monaco and pay tribute to Seville."

"The story of football continues, and tonight's red and white starlight will be remembered for a very long time —"

The red and white figures on the field had already huddled together.

Mbappe ran wildly along the sidelines, waving his fists; the boy's liveliness and energy were simply unrestrained.

Lemar squatted on the grass, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders twitching from time to time.

Carvalho walked over to Jiang Ming and patted him hard on the back.

After holding it in for a long time, the legendary veteran finally managed to say, "Well done."

The Seville players stood in twos and threes with their heads down.

Emery whispered a few words to his assistant coach, then turned and walked toward the players on the field.

The figure in the suit walked away amidst the dejection of the crowd.

After a short rest, the podium was quickly set up in the center of the stadium.

The dark blue background features the Europa League logo.

The trophy stand stood in the center, the silver trophy gleaming with a metallic sheen under the lights.

The runner-up award ceremony was held first.

The Seville players walked onto the stage one by one, bowed their heads, and hung up their silver medals.

No one lingered; they quickly left the awards stage.

Everyone in Seville knew this.

This awards podium is not their stage.

Soon, the rousing championship music began to play.

The names of the Monaco players were read out one by one over the loudspeaker.

Each time a name was read, a cheer erupted from the stands.

"Subasic!"

"Fabinho!"

"Moutinho!"

"Kylian Mbappe!"

"Jiang Ming!"

When this name is mentioned.

The cheers from the away fans' section suddenly rose several decibels.

The applause and shouts blended together, almost drowning out the music.

Jiang Ming took a deep breath and walked onto the award stage.

UEFA President Platini took the initiative to extend his hand and firmly shake Jiang Ming's hand.

"An incredible goal, Ginger." Platini exclaimed in admiration.

"You made this final a classic, and you also made more Eastern fans remember the Europa League."

The UEFA official next to him laughed and said, "This winning goal will be replayed for many years to come. You are welcome to come to the final stage of European competitions often in the future."

Jiang Ming nodded slightly and replied politely, "Thank you, this is all thanks to the whole team."

The medals were hung up one by one.

Finally, it was Captain Thuram's turn to receive the trophy.

Instead of raising it immediately, he turned to the side and waved to Jiang Ming behind him, signaling him to come over and join him.

Jiang Ming stepped forward and, together with Tu Lalang, supported the trophy on either side.

"three!"

"two!!"

"!!!"

The two exerted their strength simultaneously, raising the silver Europa League trophy high above their heads!

In an instant.

Golden rain fell from the sky.

It was scattered all over the night sky above St. James' Park.

The cheers from the stands resounded through the sky.

Teammates swarmed around, a dozen hands together resting on the trophy.

The flashes of light filled the room, freezing everyone's smiling faces in that moment.

Fireworks rose into the sky at the edge of the awards podium.

Golden rain fell on the boys' sweaty faces.

"We are the champions!!"

Twelve years of waiting, a ninety-minute battle, and a last-minute decisive victory.

Tonight, Basel belongs to Monaco, and it also belongs to this young man from China.