Taylor: Congratulations, Honey, You Achieved Your Dream

Under the gaze of countless people, Li Yufei walked alone toward the highest position at the center of the podium.

The resplendent, gilded World Cup stood silently atop a black platform, golden light flowing across its surface, its patterns etched with the legends and weight of a century of football.

It was the ultimate dream that countless stars could never touch in their lifetimes, the most prestigious supreme honor in the Football World.

Tonight, it finally welcomed its new owner.

Li Yufei bent slightly and firmly gripped the cool body of the World Cup with his long, powerful hand.

His fingertips traced the raised relief patterns, and a weighty texture filled his palm.

At that moment, countless scenes flashed through his mind.

The day-and-night training sessions on the Youth Training pitch in his youth, the lonely figure practicing extra drills through countless early mornings.

The times he had gritted his teeth and fought on the field, the times he had led his team to turn the tide from adversity.

All the sweat, all the hardship, all the effort had found their most perfect answer at this moment.

He slowly raised his hands and steadily lifted the World Cup, the symbol of football's pinnacle. Then he turned and walked back toward the center of the England squad.

Rooney, Gerrard, Lampard, Wilshere, Cahill, Hart, and all the other teammates had already struck their poses.

Everyone looked up at the World Cup in their captain's arms.

The next second, Li Yufei suddenly exerted force with both arms, stretching them fully!

He raised it high!

The dazzling World Cup was lifted above his head, pointing directly at the night sky over Rio de Janeiro!

At the same time, every player on the England team, starters and substitutes alike, veterans and newcomers alike, raised their