Champions League Final, Lin Feng Appears

On match day, the temperature in Rome was 23°C, with humidity at around 70%—perfect conditions for a game.

The final drew 62,467 spectators, including prominent figures and politicians such as Spain's King Juan Carlos, Prime Minister Zapatero, Italy's Prime Minister Berlusconi, Prince William of the United Kingdom, and UEFA President Platini.

However, the fans had not come for them. After noticing them, they offered only symbolic applause, but when the two finalists emerged, the stadium erupted in deafening cheers.

"Look, who's that!?"

"Lin Feng!!"

"It really is him! Has he recovered from his injury?"

"I knew he'd definitely come! It was worth spending a fortune to get a ticket and watch the match live!"

"Hehe, Cristiano Ronaldo versus Lin Feng—now this match is getting interesting!"

"This ticket was worth every penny. I need to call my buddy and brag about it. That bastard said this final wasn't worth buying tickets for without Lin Feng. I'd love to hear what he has to say now!"

Lin Feng's appearance had caught everyone by surprise.

The attention he drew alone nearly overshadowed the entire opposing team, and the cheers he received exceeded those for all those dignitaries combined.

"Damn it, that old bastard Mourinho played us!"

The moment Ferguson saw Lin Feng on the pitch, his nose practically twisted with anger.

So all those reports from the Spanish media had been smokescreens, just to deceive them tactically?

Though deeply displeased, Ferguson had to admit that if that had been their goal, then they had succeeded.

Lin Feng's sudden appearance had completely caught Manchester United's coaching staff and players off guard. When they had devised their tactics earlier, they had already excluded Lin Feng from consideration.

But now he had suddenly appeared, forcing Manchester United to scrap and redo their tactical arrangement.

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