Take Down Barcelona!

The temperature was twenty-three degrees Celsius, with humidity at seventy-one percent.

After Yang Yang got up early in the morning and left his room for the hotel gym, he received today's weather data for Rome, Italy, from Winston Bogarde.

The temperature was fine, though it was a little humid and would be somewhat uncomfortable.

However, for Liverpool, which had spent years in England's northwestern seaport, it was hardly a major problem.

Of course, Barcelona, like Liverpool, would also have no trouble adapting to this climate and humidity.

The match would begin at 8:45 p.m., an hour later than usual for a Champions League match.

Liverpool had long since adjusted the schedule for the day before and the day of the match according to the final's kickoff time, including when to eat, when to take their afternoon nap, and when to set off...

Everything had been planned down to the minute, all to ensure that the players would face the match in their best possible condition.

Yang Yang was something of an exception, and everyone at Liverpool had long since grown used to that.

As before, after getting up in the morning, he went straight to the gym for a set of resistance-machine exercises. The intensity was not high; it was mainly to stimulate his muscles and adjust his condition so that he could face the Champions League Final in better physical shape.

After Winston Bogarde arrived at Liverpool, the Dutch fitness coach became Yang Yang's personal trainer, accompanying him throughout his training, including in the gym. The Liverpool coaching staff knew him well and trusted him completely.

Yang Yang and Bogarde had worked together for years, and the two had long since developed perfect understanding. Bogarde also knew Yang Yang's physical condition extremely well and always designed the most