Unwilling Ronaldo, he wants a Champions League title so badly!

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Three whistle blasts tore through the night sky over the Bernabéu, declaring the end of this do-or-die UEFA Champions League clash.

The score of 3–2 was frozen on the scoreboard, red Arsenal shirts flying high amid a sea of white.

The cheers of thousands of Arsenal fans rang through the heavens, drowning out the sighs and choked sobs of Real Madrid supporters, becoming the Bernabéu's only prevailing melody at that moment.

The players embraced one another, sweat mingling with tears of joy as they ran down their faces.

Wenger stood before the bench, a long-missing look of relief appearing on his face as he gently wiped the corner of his eye.

The pedigree of Three Consecutive Championships was displayed in full at that moment, yet their footsteps had never stopped. They were steadily advancing toward the legend of four straight titles.

After the match, as was customary, the Best Player would receive an on-site interview from the media.

As for who the Best Player was?

There was no doubt—it could only be Arsenal's Number 13.

Li Yufei strode quickly toward the interview area, surrounded by reporters from all over the world.

Microphones, cameras, and recording pens were thrust before him in a dense crowd that nearly sealed him in.

"Fly, congratulations on being named Best Player. You scored the crucial goal and forced an own goal, leading Arsenal to a comeback victory away from home. How are you feeling right now?"

A reporter from the United Kingdom's Daily Mirror was the first to ask, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.

Li Yufei took the microphone and gave a slight nod toward the camera, his tone calm but firm. "First of all, I'm honored to be named Best Player, but this honor doesn't belong to me alone. It