Who knows how many years this miss will set us back?
However, young Arsenal players like Hoyt, Lock, and Nils seemed quite interested in the medal, with happy smiles on their faces.
For them, being the runner-up in the Europa League is already a significant honor.
Not everyone is lucky enough to become a champion, after all, there can only be one champion.
Moreover, they are still young and have plenty of time to continue striving for the championship.
But Mr. Winter sighed helplessly when he saw their performance.
Perhaps this is the greatest manifestation of his declining vision.
It's not that these players are technically, physically, or even intellectually inferior to those before them.
But rather, they lack the spirit and ambition of the players of the past.
Indeed, there can only be one champion.
However, if your goal isn't the championship, you will never achieve it.
The championship only favors those who pursue it relentlessly.
There are many teams aspiring to win the championship each year, and indeed, many teams return empty-handed in the end, but... the true champion can only emerge from among these teams.
Those who fail to understand this point, regardless of being young or old, will never be associated with the championship.
What is called a championship pedigree is precisely this ever-thirsty spirit for the championship.
Every player in the past Arsenal team had this quality.
But the current Arsenal... perhaps because they sold their captain, or because the team is only vying for fourth place, or because Winter's ambitions have faded, in any case... the current Arsenal is losing its championship pedigree.
Once they wholly lose this, they will be pushed out of the elite club ranks and become merely an ordinary big club.
And by that time, trying to re-enter will be exceedingly difficult!
Most of the Arsenal players left the field after stepping down.
But Mr. Winter, Olic, White, and other players persisted to the end.
They have acknowledged San Remo, especially Lu Yang.
Olic was Arsenal's best performer today, contributing one goal and one assist, almost turning the tide for Arsenal.
The collision between White and Lu Yang resulted in Lu Yang getting injured, but afterward, Lu Yang's performance gained recognition from this English tough guy.
Jeffery individually placed medals on the San Remo players.
Finally, the staff beside him carried up the trophy.
Jeffery, holding the microphone, said to Lu Yang, who came forward to receive the trophy: "You were the best performer in this match, and the first player in Europa League final history in so many years to score a hat-trick. Do you have anything to say?"
Looking at the excited Lu Yang, Jeffery wasn't actually very pleased inside.
Damn!
The Italian miracle has reached Europe, stealing the limelight for the Italians again.
When will there be a chance to make La Liga and the Premier League the number one leagues in the world?
The longer it takes, the less favorable it will be for Jeffery to break the original order of the football world, re-rank the leagues, and seize benefits.
This is indeed a massive business opportunity.
The longer you wait, the more losses you incur each year.
This year is not feasible, with two Italian teams reaching the European competition finals, Italy is in the limelight.
Perhaps next year will be possible.
Izalelt must leave!
Two of Italy's newly emerged superstars, one in the Premier League, the other in La Liga, just perfect for a rivalry.
Jeffery's script has long been written, just waiting for Italy to bow its head.
The so-called San Remo miracle, in his view, is indeed a thorn in the eye, a thorn in the flesh.
However, this Lu Yang seems easy to fool, if this summer can enchant him to leave Italy, then... perhaps Serie A will collapse prematurely.
Jeffery thought and laughed, already pondering what simple thing he could use to tempt Lu Yang.
Is being among the top thirty in the Golden Ball Award enough?
How about the World Footballer of the Year top thirty?
Nineteen years old, being able to be a candidate for these two major awards at nineteen, who can refuse?
Just ask who can refu...
"Well... I do have something to say," Lu Yang took the microphone, "Firstly, thanks to all the fans who supported us, without you, we wouldn't have made it this far."
"Secondly, thank you to our families for their understanding, thank you to the staff for their companionship and concerted efforts. Thank you to our united teammates, although some may leave next season, we have done everything we could this season, we have no regrets!"
"Lastly... thank you to Arsenal, they are a great opponent!"
"I believe many people can see that our San Remo is a team with considerable strength, we can even engage back and forth with teams like Arsenal."
"I believe this match will leave many people with endless aftertastes and will be a spectacular addition to the history of the Europa League. We may inspire countless ordinary people, because the essence of the San Remo miracle and spirit, is to say no to destiny, is to overcome the odds, is to break the rules and hierarchy, always striving for the best... but!"
Sotu grinned on one side.
The highlight is coming.
Jeffery was stunned, a foreboding feeling.
On such a universally celebratory day, could you not bring up a 'but'?
"But, such a footballing new force that could become a pillar for people nearly lost the opportunity to create a miracle in the semi-finals due to some wrongful judgments that shouldn't exist!" Lu Yang dropped a bombshell.
Jeffery's legs went weak.
You wouldn't want me to publicly execute the UEFA Refereeing Committee, would you?
Damn! You've already messed with us once, and now you want to do it again?