※※※Konelia and her companions sang and wiped their tears in the stands. They had never thought about this before, not that they dared not think about it, but that they had never thought about it at all - a team that was entertaining themselves in their small village would have the opportunity to stand on the top final stage in Europe.

Is this really their hometown team?

An amateur team can finally stand on the finals of the UEFA Champions League? Go to a world-famous stadium like Wembley to face off against Barcelona's invincible team?

These years have been a dream...※※※What is more excited than them are the players on the court. The moment the whistle sounded at the end of the game, the substitutes rushed onto the court, hugged everyone when they saw it, cheering one by one, celebrating their victory.

This is indeed something worth celebrating.

Hoffenheim initially won the Bundesliga championship as a new team, but this is far from their most brilliant time, and now it is. Two years later, they reach the Champions League final. There are only two teams that can reach the finals each season, two of the top teams in Europe, and Hoffenheim is obviously one of them.

Although there are many accidental elements in the cup, they cannot fully represent the overall strength of the team. However, they are definitely proud to be able to reach the finals.

At this moment they are one of the two best teams in Europe!

"Wembley! Wembley!! Oh oh oh! Wembley!" Everyone got together and hugged each other and cheered.

"Audience friends! You are now lucky to see the birth of a miracle. Hoffenheim, who has just been promoted to the Bundesliga for only three seasons, actually passed the hurdles, eliminated strong opponents, and entered the Champions League final! Such a thing once only happened to Nottingham Forest, but has now been reappeared!"

"Congratulations to the young men of Hoffenheim, their performance deserves this result. They should stand on the turf of Wembley Stadium as the strongest representatives of German football and show the world the new hope of German football!" said the commentator of German TV.

"Congratulations to Hoffenheim! Congratulations to Chu Zhongtian! There is finally someone in Chinese football that can stand at the top of European football!"

※※※There were people cheering around, and the same was true in the VIP seat. The most eye-catching one was of course the team's boss, Ditma Hope. He hugged the people around him like a child, and everyone congratulated him.

Guardiola and assistant coach Biranova stood up from their seats and patted their ass. They were about to leave.

"Hoffenheim actually eliminated Bayern Munich..." Bilanova looked back at the Hoffenheim player celebrating his victory on the court, with a little incredible tone. "To be honest, I don't know anything about Hoffenheim...even if I watched this game."

Guardiola laughed: "We'll get to know them soon."

The two walked through the excited crowd and entered the exit passage. Behind them, cheers in the Rhine-Neca Arena resounded through the sky. This night was destined to be a sleepless night for Hoffenheim fans and players, and it was almost comparable to their winning Bundesliga championship prize set.

But for Guardiola, this has just begun, and it is too early to be happy now. Hoffenheim is still too young.

※※※Hoffenheim's team songs rang on the radio in the Rhine-Neka Arena, and the Hoffenheim fans present sang together.

"We come from the countryside, we have nothing!"

"We are extremely strong, we advocate freedom!"

"We are rural, but we are full of pursuits!"

"We will win in the end, the cup is full of beer!"

Not only the fans, but also some of the excited players sang along.

"Occurrence! Attack! The blood of the attack will always flow!" Every word "attack" makes everyone roar with all their strength. It is not singing, but roaring! It is a fearless cry like a country bumpkin.

"We - is - Hoffenheim! Let you taste - our football!!"

Hello, have you heard it, Europe?

We are Hoffenheim!
Chapter completed!