"We did it!"
"We did it!"
"We really did it!"
"Premier League champions! Liverpool have ended a wait of nearly 30 years!"
"They endured bitter winter nights, scorching sumr days, and countless sleepless nights chasing this title!"
"And now, they stand here, at Anfield, crowned Premier League champions on their own ground!"
"The Premier League champions the whole world has been watching!"
"Liverpool stand atop England, shining across the nation!"
"They have finally made history, carrying on the glory of the old First Division era while opening a brand-new chapter!"
"The Treble! A dostic clean sweep!"
"The EFL Cup, the FA Cup, and the Premier League title. Liverpool have claid them all this season!"
"What can't they do?"
"This season, in English football, Liverpool are the most successful team. No one else cos close!"
"No one can share that title of success with them. Everything belongs to Liverpool. Every honor is theirs!"
Jon Champion is just as thrilled as every Liverpool fan.
Inside Anfield, the broadcast caras cannot even find the players. There are no close-ups to be had. The entire pitch is swallowed by red smoke.
Leo Lin feels like he is surrounded by darkness. There are too many fans, and they are completely wild.
Everyone is hugging him, pressing in from all sides. The crush makes it hard to breathe. Leo Lin cannot break free. He is exhausted after a full 90 minutes, and now he is being overwheld by the crowd.
A burly fan lifts Leo Lin onto his shoulders. Only then does he finally get a chance to breathe. Looking around, he realizes Firmino is nowhere in sight.
On the touchline, Klopp is half-hidden in the players' tunnel, peeking out. When he ets Leo Lin's eyes, he pumps his fist and laughs. Beside him, Krawietz's eyes are red with emotion, smiling like a child.
Scanning the pitch again, Leo Lin spots Henderson surrounded by a group of female fans. British fans clearly adore Henderson's rugged, masculine look.
Milner and Mané walk arm in arm to avoid getting separated, while fans reach out to touch their shirts, hoping to share in a bit of championship luck.
Mignolet has been lifted into the air by the crowd, drifting above the pitch like he is floating.
With red smoke filling the air, Leo Lin cannot help but think of the old TV dramas he watched as a kid, when special effects were crude and smoke was created by hand.
Lovren and Matip are the most energetic players on the pitch.
The two are actually dancing with the fans, breaking into wild moves and driving the atmosphere even higher.
The scene is completely out of control. Even the staff have run onto the pitch to celebrate. No one is trying to keep order anymore.
This is a mont of history. No one wants to stay calm. Celebrating with everything they have is the only thing that matters.
The live comnt feeds are moving at an unbelievable speed.
No one can read them clearly. At best, a few phrases can be picked out from the flood.
"They have nothing left to say. We are the Treble winners. Liverpool are the Treble winners!"
"A dostic clean sweep. An unbelievable achievent. Can you even imagine it? This is Liverpool!"
"Finally. We finally made it. This is the honor we deserve. The Premier League title. The club's first-ever Premier League title is here!"
Sky Sports reporter Henry struggles to find soone to interview.
He had planned to rush onto the pitch, beat the fans to Leo Lin, and secure an exclusive post-match interview.
But the speed of the fans makes him question himself for the first ti in his life.
After just a few steps, he is swallowed by the crowd. Even tearing his suit trousers in the process, he still cannot compete with the frenzy of Liverpool supporters.
Left with no choice, Henry stays near the sidelines, preparing to interview fans instead.
An elderly man with white hair looks especially excited. Lacking the strength to run, he ets Henry on the outer edge of the pitch.
"What's your na?"
Henry raises his voice so the man can hear.
"Tommy," the man replies.
"I'm with Sky Sports. Is there anything you'd like to say to the cara?"
Henry asks loudly. Tommy looks at him, smiles, and nods.
"I know you. The King of Highbury. I saw you trying to sprint just now, sticking your backside out. Looks like you haven't kept in shape since retiring."
Henry bursts into laughter, imdiately at ease. He knows he has found soone sharp and engaging.
"I once fought on this ground."
Henry pauses, then realizes Tommy must an he used to watch matches here in his youth.
"I was a goalkeeper here. I arrived at 17 and left at 31. I played 390 matches for Liverpool."
Henry freezes, staring at the elderly man.
Ti has changed his face. He struggles to place him.
Suddenly, a nearby Liverpool fan shouts in disbelief.
"Tommy Lawrence?!"
"You're Tommy Lawrence!"
Lawrence laughs heartily. Only then does Henry recognize him.
Tommy Lawrence. A legendary Liverpool goalkeeper, once nicknad the Flying Pig, a cornerstone of the club in its earlier era.
"This might be my last ti coming to Anfield. I'm old now, and my health is getting worse."
"I'm just glad that this final visit allowed to see Liverpool lift their first Premier League trophy."
Tommy Lawrence looks across the pitch, at the celebrating players and fans, before fixing his gaze on Leo Lin, still hoisted above the crowd.
"This is the result of generations of effort. For the Premier League title, we fought through hardship and rose again and again."
"But before this, we always fell short. That is the cruel beauty of the Premier League."
"No one can guarantee they will win it. Even if you give everything and stay consistent all season, a single mistake can cost you everything."
"What makes happiest is that we held firm this season. We stayed calm and fought until the very end, standing our ground for the club."
"Lin, an outstanding young man beyond words. The true core of Liverpool this season."
"Can you believe it? So young, yet so composed."
"So young, yet so steady."
"So young, yet so exceptional."
"I will not say his talent is obvious anymore, because he is already fulfilling it. He has grown into a true star."
"He is the new king of Anfield. He is Liverpool's city hero."
With tears in his eyes, Tommy Lawrence nods toward the cara.
"One day, I will leave this world. Maybe sooner than I think."
"But my heart will always beat for Liverpool."
"Liverpool!"
"You'll Never Walk Alone!"
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