Please help me protect it!

After the match ended, the Inter Milan players left the Bernabéu Stadium.

The entire stadium once again became Real Madrid's home ground, turning into a stage where the players and fans celebrated.

They sang and danced in celebration both in the stands and on the pitch. Ramos even took off his match shirt and threw it directly to the fans in the stands, venting his excitement.

Eight years!

It had been a full eight years since Real Madrid had last won the Champions League.

Over those past eight years, Real Madrid had rapidly fallen from the historical peak of the club, from being the best club of the twentieth century, to becoming the Champions League Round of 16 curse that media and fans around the world scrambled to mock, reduced to everyone's laughingstock.

Countless superstars and countless renowned coaches had hoped to revive this legendary team at this stadium, but all of them had ultimately fallen short. That continued until tonight, until this man came to the Bernabéu.

At some point, the live television camera switched to the sidelines, arriving at a corner of the pitch. Yang Yang sat alone on the grass in the corner area, legs crossed, silently watching the goal and the pitch.

Just moments ago, he had scored two goals into that net. The second had been a spectacular bicycle kick.

That goal would surely become another classic goal of his career.

But at this moment, he was not thinking about any of that. Instead, he was mostly in the Super Training Ground in his mind, reviewing the match that had just ended and studying everything that had happened during it with Old Bing.

"You really are a boring guy!" Old Bing had given him that assessment.

Even an artificial-intelligence robot thought he was boring. Yang