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As the cameras clicked, this moment was captured for eternity.

Saint Kevin Stadium erupted in thunderous cheers.

Even if it was only on a football pitch.

Even if the sword in Huang Kaiwen's hand was made of tinfoil and cardboard.

It did nothing to diminish the status of this scene in the hearts of the Rossoneri.

Or rather, in the hearts of football fans around the world.

Power had never resided in the object itself, but in the person wielding it.

Saint Kevin Stadium's first major event had not been perfect, but it perfectly illustrated that Milan was invincible under any circumstances.

Perhaps football was a sport where twenty-two men ran around, and AC Milan won in the end.

Seeing the Professor standing in the center of the pitch, Huang Kaiwen did not disturb him. Instead, he waved to call his teammates over to salute the fans.

After spending so many years in football before finally winning a UEFA Champions League title, the Professor's emotions must have been incredibly complicated.

His eyes were not on today, nor were they seeing the present. They were looking at his youth.

An unsuccessful playing career, followed by a coaching career.

Selling the captain to repair the stadium.

More than forty years of tireless effort, finally reaching the summit of Europe.

"This was not the greatest match in UEFA Champions League history. The most lopsided UEFA Champions League final was Chelsea's 8–2 win over Bayern Munich, while I believe the greatest match was the night in Istanbul. But this was the UEFA Champions League match with the greatest numerical disparity in history."

"Yes. An early incident in the match led to several AC Milan players being sent off, and the scales of victory seemed to tilt entirely toward Barcelona. But with their fighting spirit,