“The 2018 World Cup champion in Russia is Spain!”

“A final that will go down in history.”

“The commander of the Invincible Armada—Lee Kang, turned the tide, scoring a hat-trick in a single game, leading a depleted team to defeat the star-studded Gallic Rooster.”

“A true powerhouse.”

“Facing severe circumstances, facing the torment of fate, he saved himself and saved the team.”

“He took the sword of the Volgograd monument and made the world feel his steely will. The Red Giant charged forward fearlessly.”

“All the ups and downs, all the wanderings, finally came to fruition.”

“After the storm, the Luzhniki Stadium completed its mission. The ancient and glorious stadium wrote a new chapter in history. The quietly flowing Moscow River gently caressed the young man's dark hair…”

“When our viewers grow old, sitting by the fireplace, telling their grandchildren World Cup stories, they will certainly not miss this 2018 final.”

“A brand new era has begun in world football.”

“This rainy night in Moscow is heartbreaking for the French team, just as Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo 203 years ago was heartbreaking.”

“One side's joy sets off the other's sorrow, the extreme emotions of mankind…”

He Wei entered sentimental mode.

The fans' mood gradually calmed down, looking at the dazzling fireworks in the Luzhniki on the screen, filled with mixed feelings.

The one-sword seal in the European Youth Championship.

God's gift to North Rhine.

The Heavenly Pride who reigned over France.

The Gunners number ten of the Red and White Myth.

The Blue Legend of Stamford Bridge.

A one-man World Cup.

The mute teenager who walked out of La Masia, stepped through the mud... all the way through wind and rain, finally reaching the top of the world.

…

The eyes of the whole world are focused on the Luzhniki under the night.

The rain stopped.

The crowd that rushed up from the Spanish substitute席en broke through onto the grass, splashing joyful water.

Lee Kang's figure rose and fell in the crowd.

“Lee!!!”

“Lee!!!”

“Lee!!!”

The evening outside Moscow echoed with the hero's name.

Isco squeezed desperately but couldn't get in.

Bosque wiped the rain off his face.

Miniano's eyes were red.

Finally.

Morata and Diego Costa, two 'high points,' took Lee Kang down.

Everyone turned around and hugged Nacho, who had been sent off with a red card.

At the same time.

Iniesta, Ramos, Cazorla, David Silva, and other injured players also stepped onto the field.

“Am I dreaming… we won! We actually won!”

“Bastard, why are you punching me in my dream?”

“Did you see clearly whether the fan who streaked onto the field in the second half was male or female?”

A moment later.

The Spanish WAGs entered the field, kissing their husbands passionately.

Lee Kang has a grandpa团 (group).

Teacher Berenta decided to go back and write about Lee Kang's 'breakthrough' cases since his debut.

The little assistant took off Lee Kang's jersey, twisted it hard, and didn't forget to chase the referee team for the match ball: a hat-trick in the World Cup final, which could be worth a lot of money if auctioned off in the future.

Völler was concerned about Lee Kang's ankle… the pressure on the supporting foot was too great for that last goal.

Old man Topp wiped his tears with the cuff of his suit. No one could hear what the guy was saying.

…

Gelsenkirchen.

The girl in the wheelchair glowed with radiance.

Raised her hand and pointed to the TV.

“Can I leave North Rhine? He promised me…”

Ms. Sandra hesitated for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

Her own Miss is still too naive.

The poor boy of the past has now become a world superstar… and will be favored by many, many "healthy" girls.

The things he once promised, how could they still count?

…

Luzhniki Stadium.

Deschamps comforted the sobbing little black eggs.

“Raise your heads and send blessings to Lee.”

“He is an opponent worthy of respect.”

“The European Cup in two years, the Qatar World Cup in four years, eight years later… you will have many, many opportunities to play against him in the future!”

“Breaking fate is what your generation must do!”

Mbappé nodded seriously, his eyes full of anticipation.

Kant looked at Lee Kang's back and applauded sincerely.

Pogba took off his red and green shoes and secretly made up his mind: he must get rid of all bad habits, train hard, and one day defeat Lee!

…

Fifteen minutes later.

The award ceremony stage was set up.

A drizzle began to fall again in the night sky.

“The 2018 World Cup Golden Boot, Lee Kang.”

“The 2018 World Cup Golden Ball, Lee Kang.”

“His Russian Summer.”

“The Hercules Trophy reflects his face, his breath touches the base of the trophy…”

Fireworks and salutes were fired together.

Golden confetti merged with the rain, and the Luzhniki Stadium seemed to be raining gold.

Lee Kang hugged the Hercules Trophy and walked towards the podium.

His teammates waved for him to lift the trophy.

One.

Two.

Three.

Countless flashes of鎂光燈 (magnesium lights) flashed wildly.

“A brand new era!”

“A one-man World Cup!”

“The story of Russia has come to an end, let us meet again in four years at the junction of the desert and the ocean.”

The scene in the camera froze.

At the top of the world, under the night, Lee Kang's figure holding the Hercules Trophy high became a part of football history.

…

Many, many years later.

London, a house in the Fulham district.

Across a floor-to-ceiling window in the kitchen, Grandma Sophia, with white hair and an apron, was teaching the new nanny how to cook Chinese food.

“What should children eat to become football stars?”

“Eat eggs!”

“Eat bananas!”

“Eat…”

Warm sunlight fell on the grass.

In the courtyard.

Three children and a dog were chasing a football.

They were wearing Leverkusen, Arsenal, and Chelsea jerseys respectively.

Suddenly.

The weakest child fell.

The two older brothers immediately stopped and turned around to help him up.

They didn't continue playing football.

They sat on the grass, talking about topics related to their dreams.

“Uncle Morata told me to work hard and bring the Bullfighting Legion back to its peak!”

“I listen to Uncle Havertz and join the German chariot.”

“The Bullfighting Legion is not good. Uncle Morata's shooting skills are very poor!”

“Germany is even worse. Uncle Havertz's shooting skills are not very good either!”

The weakest child was silent.

The two older brothers kept urging, trying to win their younger brother over to their camp.

“Hey, hey, hey, do you want to play for the Dragon Team?”

“Say it boldly, we support your decision!”

Finally.

The skinny child bit his lip and said in a childish but firm voice:

“I… I want to be a scientist!”

“I want to cultivate the best midfielder. He will hardly get injured, have a perfect and strong physique, have a God's perspective to see everything on the green field, improve after every game, and have the qualities of stars from different eras in history…”

The two older brothers were stunned for a moment and said, “Um… we know, you're talking about Pogba.”

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