Zidane was tossed high into the air by the players in front of the bench, with Yang Yang right behind him.
As the team's Assistant Coach, he normally wouldn't have received such special treatment. But he was also the team's number-one star, so at Ramos's urging, everyone grabbed Yang Yang and tossed him even higher.
Every fan at the stadium, as well as everyone watching on television, could easily feel Real Madrid's players' love and respect for Yang Yang. It wasn't merely because his three goals that night had led Real Madrid to come from behind against Atletico Madrid, securing another Champions League three-peat and giving Real Madrid three consecutive treble-winning seasons.
More importantly, it was the prestige he had built up day after day over the past several years.
If Ramos was Real Madrid's captain and leader in the dressing room, then Yang Yang was Real Madrid's soul.
Without its captain and leader, Real Madrid could choose another one. At most, the team would need some time to readjust. But without its soul, Real Madrid would be nothing more than a walking corpse.
Atletico Madrid's players didn't leave. They chose to remain on the field.
The instant the match ended, Torres fell to his knees on the pitch, his head pressed against the grass as he sobbed uncontrollably.
He had wanted so badly to win a Champions League title for the team he loved most, snatching it from Real Madrid's hands. Even one title would have been the proudest achievement of his life.
Unfortunately, they had run into Yang Yang, a once-in-a-generation superstar.
Without Yang Yang, Real Madrid might have suffered a crushing defeat in the second half.
But there were no ifs or assumptions in this world, only cruel reality.
Atletico Madrid had lost again!
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