Post-Match Arguments

"Congratulations, Annuo." Messi was the first to hold out his hand.

"Thank you, Leo." Chen Anno held out his hand as well. Their hands clasped tightly, and then they smiled at each other.

There was no need for any extra words.

Messi took off his jersey and handed it over.

Chen Anno took off his jersey as well and gave it to Messi.

Seeing this, Zhan Jun's voice carried a trace of emotion. "Messi and Annuo, two players nine years apart, represent two eras. They are rivals, but they are also part of countless fans' football memories."

"Hehe... From meeting in the 2014 World Cup final, to battling for La Liga supremacy, to reuniting in the Premier League. Over all these years, every clash between them has been a feast for fans. Today's match proved once again that the greatest rivals produce the greatest games."

After the match, in the mixed zone.

With a blue jersey draped over his shoulder, Chen Anno was surrounded by reporters.

He had just gone through such an intense match. Sweat still beaded on his forehead, but his expression had already returned to calm.

"Annuo, how do you feel after winning this title-deciding clash?" one reporter asked first.

Chen Anno thought for a moment. "This was one of the toughest matches of the season. The last time we felt this uncomfortable was away at the Etihad against Manchester City."

"Chelsea are the best opponents." He paused. "They almost made us stumble on our own doorstep."

The reporters all nodded.

"But!" Chen Anno's tone turned serious. "This is Anfield! We will not lose!"

It was a simple sentence, yet it carried an unquestionable force.

"What do you think about this clash between you and Messi?" another reporter pressed.

Chen Anno smiled. "Messi is one of the