King of Football, Li Yufei!

When the main referee blew the final whistle, the seventy-eight thousand spectators at Maracanã Stadium erupted completely...

White streamers and golden confetti rained down from above the pitch, fluttering through the air.

Tens of thousands of England fans roared wildly, jumping, embracing, and weeping.

Forty-eight years of waiting, the hopes of generations of fans, and the regrets of countless stars were finally fulfilled today!

From winning on home soil in 1966 to being crowned again in Brazil today.

England had ended their nearly half-century World Cup title drought and once more stood atop the highest podium in the Football World!

The England players on the pitch instantly lost all control.

Rooney dropped to both knees, covering his face with his hands as he freely vented years of pent-up pressure and ecstatic joy.

Gerrard and Lampard embraced and wept. The veterans had finally realized their dream, bringing their careers to a perfect close.

Every player on the pitch hugged each other madly, roaring in celebration as they savored this hard-won moment of glory.

The substitutes' bench erupted completely!

All the substitutes, fitness coaches, team doctors, and staff charged onto the pitch like madmen.

Capello shook everyone off and sprinted onto the field. The usually composed legendary manager wore a broad smile, his eyes filled with relief and pride.

Having endured immense pressure while coaching England, he had finally led this team to the summit of the world!

Everyone swarmed toward the greatest hero of the match—Li Yufei.

The boy in the white number thirteen jersey stood quietly at the center of the pitch, the evening breeze stirring his shirt as he stood tall and straight as a pine.

The entire final had begun as a tug-of-war, turned into mounting pressure in the middle, broken open against the tide, and ended with