The players' tunnel.
The atmosphere was delicate.
Chiellini cast a wary glance at Morata. The guy's finishing might have been a pile of crap, but he rose to the occasion against strong opponents. In the 2014/15 UEFA Champions League final, Morata had scored against Barcelona's peak MSN side, almost dragging Juventus back from hell.
Morata adjusted his hair, looking confident. "I have a feeling I'll score tonight! Don't be upset, my old Juventus pals. I won't celebrate if I score."
"..."
The Juventus players were not touched by those words.
Lukaku took a deep breath and glanced at the expressionless Malanda. "You get so nervous playing for the National Team, but you're this calm in a UEFA Champions League final?"
"Because the National Team doesn't have Li."
"..."
De Bruyne looked just as calm. He no longer put pressure on his teammates, or on himself.
Buffon warmly hugged De Gea and said with a smile, "I really envy you, kid."
Pogba stared at Li Luo's back, words like "destiny," "bonds," "burdens," and "shackles" surfacing in his mind... complete with their own anime background music.
His dark fists clenched involuntarily.
His eyes burned with fighting spirit.
The Millennium Stadium.
The UEFA Champions League final.
My showdown with Li.
The referee team led both sets of players out of the tunnel.
The Millennium Stadium erupted with earth-shaking cheers.
Gradually.
One name grew clearer and clearer.
"Li! Li! Li!"
Manchester United fans and neutral supporters from around the world spontaneously chanted Li Luo's name in unison.
Li Luo stepped onto the pitch.
He surveyed the stands.
It felt as though his tiny self were being swallowed by a giant beast.
Excitement stirred within him.
"Now, let's introduce the starting lineups!"
"Manchester United are lining up in a 4-4-2!"
"In goal: De