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The stadium was roaring.

The entire Maracana was drowning in cheers.

The fans in the stands and those waiting outside the stadium seemed to merge into one, their shouts echoing through the sky. Even the statues atop Mount Christ could not help but be moved.

Cities across the Apennine Peninsula had practically become sleepless towns.

Excited fans could be seen everywhere, laughing and celebrating in the streets, yet without disturbing anyone else.

At a time like this, even patients in hospitals sat in front of their televisions.

For those gravely ill, seeing their homeland win the championship at such a moment was at least a small comfort.

Across the Apennine Peninsula, Europe, the world, the entire planet—aside from parts of Germany—almost everyone who had watched the match was filled with happiness.

An unfavored team winning the championship was already a fairy tale.

Huang Kaiwen leading underdog teams through two consecutive major tournaments was a legend within a fairy tale.

Even those who did not support Italy hoped Huang Kaiwen could accomplish such a great feat.

In football history, no manager had ever won two consecutive major tournaments with different teams.

Winning consecutive major tournaments with the same team and doing so with different teams were entirely different levels of difficulty.

Just like Spain's recently fallen dynasty.

There was no denying that the veteran manager Bosque was highly capable.

But his players had remained at their peak, and there was no issue of building chemistry.

If Pique had not constantly stirred up trouble and divided Spain, they would have had virtually no weaknesses.

It was hardly surprising for a team like that to dominate international tournaments.

Switching teams after winning a title meant getting to know new players again, understanding their relationships, devising suitable tactics, and starting everything over from scratch.