Iniest a's Words Left Tang Long Deep in Thought...

Ronaldo patted his chest, looking incredibly confident, as if the whole world was under his control.

He turned around, waved his hand, and strode into the passageway.

Tang Long's eyes lit up immediately, and he followed after him, wanting to see if what Ronaldo said was true.

Bonazzoli was initially hesitant, but seeing Tang Long follow, he quickly jogged to catch up.

The two have different goals and their own agendas, but if they could actually get into Barca's locker room, there would obviously be no harm in it.

The three of them were in the stands.

For safety reasons, the exit passage for the spectators is strictly separated from that for the players.

To get from the spectator area to the players' area, you have to go through several checkpoints.

At each checkpoint, there were stadium staff members stationed there.

Most people simply couldn't get through it.

However, Ronaldo is Ronaldo after all; his face is known to all.

Anyone working in the football industry knows the famous "alien" (referring to a highly skilled but unattainable player).

At each checkpoint, Ronaldo strode confidently, smiled and nodded slightly to the staff, and thus passed through without hindrance, leading the two of them directly through.

Wow, Ronaldo is here too!

"My God, I actually saw aliens with my own eyes!"

The staff members all had excited expressions on their faces. Instead of stopping the crowd, they were eager to take photos with Ronaldo.

When people occasionally asked, Ronaldo would say that it was his fellow Brazil Neymar who had specially invited the three of them to the locker room.

After all, Ronaldo had played for Barcelona for a year, and he had a very good relationship with his fellow Brazil Neymar, so the staff didn't ask any further questions.

Several people recognized Tang Long and exchanged a few friendly words with him.

As for Bonazzoli, almost no one knew him; they just considered him a friend of the two.

In short, on the way to the players' area, staff kept letting Ronaldo, Tang Long, and Bonazzoli pass.

"Hehe, I wasn't lying to you guys, was I? I'm not bragging, but even if I didn't run a company or get involved in business anymore, with this face of mine, I wouldn't have to worry about food and drink for the rest of my life."

In front of his two underlings, Ronaldo felt incredibly proud and unconsciously started boasting about himself again.

Bonazzoli was now completely convinced and couldn't help but wonder, when would he be able to make a living off his looks?

After passing through several checkpoints, the three headed towards the Barca locker room.

Bonazzoli was very excited and couldn't wait to take a photo with Neymar.

The person Tang Long most wanted to see was actually Barcelona midfielder Iniesta.

He was eager to learn from the Spain midfielder how he orchestrated those intricate combinations with the midfield.

There were many moves that Tang Long had only witnessed firsthand, but he could never do them at Inter Milan.

Ronaldo was in the tunnel when he saw someone standing at the entrance of the Barca locker room. He took a deep breath.

He knew that even if he passed all the previous levels, failing this one would be a waste of time.

"I only played for Barca for one year, which was almost 20 years ago. After that, I played for their arch-rivals Real Madrid for a few years. I don't have much contact with people from Barca, so do you think they'll still give me face?"

Suddenly, he hesitated.

After all, bringing a few people was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and no prior reservations were made.

Neymar and I do have a good relationship, but that guy keeps changing his phone number; the old one hasn't been working for a long time.

However, having made such a bold promise to his two underlings, how could Ronaldo back down?

It's the final hurdle, so let's keep moving forward!

Upon arriving at the gate and seeing the gatekeeper, Ronaldo's face immediately lit up with a smile, and all his anxiety vanished.

Ronaldo; he was Ronaldo's jersey manager when Ronaldo played for Barca.

I knew this person eighteen years ago, when Ronaldo was still playing for Barca in La Liga.

Ronaldo opened his arms and warmly greeted him, thinking that it would be easier to talk to someone he knew, and this last hurdle would probably be the easiest one to overcome.

Hey Garcia, do you remember me?

Barca's kit manager Garcia, looked up at Ronaldo, paused for a moment, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Ronaldo! What are you doing here!"

"You've gotten old, your hair's all white. I never imagined you were still at Barca. It's been almost twenty years since we last saw each other, hasn't it?"

"Haha, you're the same! You've not only gotten old, you've also gotten fat!"

When old friends meet, they exchange pleasantries, Ronaldo introduces Tang Long and Bonazzoli to Garcia.

Tang Long glanced at the closed door of the Barca locker room. He could faintly hear laughter and shouts coming from inside. Needless to say, the Barca players were definitely celebrating wildly, and there was plenty of champagne.

However, when Ronaldo said he wanted to bring the two of them in, Garcia frowned and refused without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, dear Roni, you don't have an appointment, so you can't come in."

"Forget about appointments, I just want to chat with my fellow Brazil Neymar and congratulate him on winning the UEFA Champions League in person. Let us in, it'll only take a few minutes," Ronaldo laughed.

"No, the club specifically instructed me that no outsiders are allowed through this gate after the match, not a single one, not even the Germany Chancellor!" Garcia's attitude remained firm.

Ronaldo's eyelids twitched, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Ronaldo was given a rebuff quite decisively, and surprisingly, it happened in front of former acquaintances. He was momentarily embarrassed in front of his two former protégés, Tang Long and Bonazzoli.

Bonazzoli tugged at Ronaldo's sleeve and mumbled, "Brother, how about we call it quits and go back?"

Seeing Ronaldo get roasted, Tang Long recalled his confident and self-assured demeanor and couldn't help but chuckle.

Ronaldo had no choice but to argue with Garcia.

I'm a striker, I've dribbled past five or six players, and now you want to stop me from scoring the final shot? That's outrageous! I won't swallow this!

The two men were exchanging words outside the Barca locker room.

No matter how much Ronaldo pleaded and begged, Garcia refused to open the door, even threatening to call security if Ronaldo continued to act unreasonably.

Just then, the locker room door creaked open.

Neymar was shirtless, wearing only his underwear, and the scent of champagne lingered on his toned muscles.

Looks like he's been drinking quite a bit.

It turned out that the argument between Ronaldo and Garcia had piqued Neymar's curiosity, as he was passing by the door. He pushed open the door to see what was going on outside.

As soon as Neymar poked his head out, he saw Ronaldo standing at the door.

The two looked at each other, both momentarily stunned.

Ronaldo pushed away Garcia's hand that was blocking his way and hugged Neymar tightly.

"Young man, congratulations! You've won the UEFA Champions League, something I've never achieved!"

Neymar glanced at Tang Long and Bonazzoli behind Ronaldo, then smiled and said to Ronaldo, "Come in, let's have some champagne!"

Before Garcia could react, the three of them slipped inside.

The locker room was a mess, with red champagne spilled on the floor and the air thick with the smell of sweat and feet.

The Barca players, who had been singing and dancing, became curious when they saw Ronaldo enter, accompanied by two young men, and the locker room fell silent.

Ronaldo is a very sociable person; he generously high-fived each player to congratulate them on winning their second treble in club history.

Behind him stood two 18-year-old players, Tang Long and Bonazzoli, who stood like lackeys.

Tang Long was fine, smiling and greeting everyone, while Bonazzoli looked reserved, even forgetting that his purpose in coming here was to take a photo with Neymar.

"Tang? Congratulations! I watched the UEFA Europa League final between Inter Milan and Sevilla. You played flawlessly; you controlled the midfield."

As they were talking, an inconspicuous, thin figure walked up to Tang Long and extended his hand to him.

It's Iniesta!

This world-class midfielder is unremarkable in appearance and is almost bald.

However, the smile on his face was very genuine, which immediately shortened the distance between him and Tang Long.

Tang Long held Iniesta's hand tightly, scrutinizing him intently.

Although he had learned passing from Iniesta in the AI Cloud Training Ground, this was the first time he had seen a real person.

Tang Long and Nesta exchanged pleasantries and then sat down in the locker room to chat.

A dozen minutes later, Ronaldo bid farewell to everyone, and the three of them left.

On the flight back to Milan.

Ronaldo couldn't help but ask Tang Long, "What did you and Iniesta talk about? Are you two very close?"

Tang Long said, "I asked him many questions about football, and he answered them patiently. I also asked Iniesta why he and his teammates could make such precise passes, breaking down pressing with just a few quick passes, and why I couldn't do that at Inter Milan."

"Um, what did he say?"

"He said... he put it very tactfully, but I understood what he meant. Because his teammates are all very strong, stronger than Inter Milan's midfield."

Ronaldo nodded meaningfully and asked Tang Long, "So, what do you think?"