The Bayern players were the losers of the ga and the runners-up to the Champions League trophy for the season, but they weren’t sore losers who reacted violently to an opponent stepping to comfort them.
To be fair, they needed all the comforting they could get and so of the better players on the opposing team stepping up to tell them that they had been a huge challenge was as comforting as it was annoying.
Annoying because it ant they had done enough to win the ga, but had just been a bit lacking at the end, and comforting because they knew that they had the quality to have won the trophy so they didn’t have to doubt their efforts as much as they currently were doing.
Shaking Lewandowski’s hand after offering a few words of comfort, Jason turned away, his comforting duties for the day over as far as he was concerned.
Going back to join his teammates in celebrating all round the pitch while they waited for the trophy and the podium to be prepared, Jason began once again looking for the familiar face of Adele in the crowd.
However before finding her, his eyes fell on the VIP boxes in the stadium and he noticed the dignitaries sitting in one of the boxes.
The FIFA president, so other FiFA officials and even officials he recognized from the Portuguese Football Association.
Speaking about the so-called officials, Jason could not but think of them as figureheads who got paid to do absolutely nothing as he couldn’t for the life of him think of their duties other than holding competition draws.
Apparently their job was to regulate football across the world, but to be fair, there wasn’t much they were regulating as things were already in place and all the officials did was travel around and enjoy live matches all around the world while looking pretty for the caras.
Of course, those were just his biased thoughts and didn’t matter much, so he opted to take his eyes off them and look away when his eyes fell on another VIP box and he noticed other faces.
Familiar faces...
So of the Oporto players, the manager and even so mbers of the board were in the box, but out of all of them, Jason locked eyes with one and a huge devious grin appeared on his face slowly.
Mylo stared back hard at Jason with gritted teeth, veins popping on his forehead.
He had co to watch the match out of the hope that Jason would lose and he could watch it happen live, but rather the opposite had happened and he no longer wanted to be there.
Jason didn’t care though and after locking eyes with Mylo for a few seconds, he took his eyes away and began to celebrate more joyfully than before... ’Stunting on the hoes’, so to speak.
Every so often, he would look back in Mylo’s direction and the aggrieved and angry look in Mylo’s eyes would provide more encouragent to celebrate even more every ti.
Ti passed quickly while the Uventus team celebrated and the podium was soon completely set up and the officials who would be part of the presentation were led onto the pitch and took their positions at the podium.
The presentation ceremony began shortly after with the Bayern team being the first to receive the runner up dals and needless to say, they were not exactly happy about it.
The expressions on their faces told everyone of the regret and disappointnt they felt, but that did not hinder the presentation ceremony as the players took their dals and quickly moved forward, going to stand on another side of the pitch and soon enough, it was the Uventus team’s turn to receive their dals.
{The champions are stepping up to receive their dals and you can see so of them jumping around in joy. If I were in their shoes, I might be doing the sa. It is a great night for them and they will rember this day for years to co}
One by one, the Uventus players began stepping forward, shaking the hands of the officials lined up as they progressed up the podium and then received the dal from the FIFA president.
When it reached Jason’s turn, he did the sa without much fuss, wearing his dal with a smile on his face as he joined the others on the podium.
{And last of all, the manager steps up to receive his dal, and the champions cup} Trevor said as Chiellini stepped up the podium.
Bending his head, he allowed the shiny gold dal to be worn on his neck before straightening his back and receiving the trophy from the FIFA president.
Walking forward with a swagger one would not usually find in his steps as moved to his teammates, the Uventus fans and everyone reduced their droning noise for a few seconds for him and the other so get into position.
*WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!*
Screams of celebration instatly filled the air as Chiellini and the Uventus players rose the trophy to the sky, they athemselves also shouting in joy as they lifted the trophy.
{At last, it is theirs and the cheers of the fans in the stadium will not let the players forget it}
{They will look back to this day with smiles on their faces for years to co and this mont just might carry them into competing for the trophy again next year!}
With the noise from the fans beginning to dwindle, Chiellini brought the trophy back down and lifted it again, seemingly recharging the cheers and instantly the fans scread even more, not caring for the strain to their throats their actions might cause.
In this mont of victory, everyone stanning the Uventus teams, the staffs, and even the gamblers who had gambled on Uventus winning the trophy were joyously celebrating the win and the trophy.
After jumping around for a bit more, the trophy changed hands and Buffon finally got the chance to hold the one trophy that had eluded him for most of his career.
Lifting the trophy to the air with even more gusto than Chiellini, the screams and cheers were charged again and the crowd roared.
The old Uventus fans especially were in tears as they had waited for this mont for so long and now that they finally had it, the emotions were spilling over with them being unable to contain it.
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