As he stepped into the penalty area, Ramos made a gentle leap, and the ball bounced off his head, sailing cleanly into the goal past Valdes.
Beep,
Beep,
Beep——
as the whistle sounded.
The Chelsea coaching staff and substitutes madly rushed onto the field.
Mourinho sprinted with his arms wide open, roaring out his emotions.
He wanted to show those who once underestimated him, those people from Barca, Cruyff and others, that he, José Mourinho, clinched the European championship by trampling over Barca's glory.
Angry from the loss, Valdes clashed with Mourinho, but Mourinho stubbornly held up his hand.
Ballack also excitedly rushed toward the camera.
While the other Chelsea players weren't as animated as them, their emotions weren't far off.
Today's victory was hard-won, making the joy of triumph so intense.
Huang Kaiwen was already helped to the substitutes' bench by Mata and Ramos for rest.
