Third watch!
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Porto's general quickly left the field after receiving the runner-up medal.
Ajax's trophy raising ceremony would be held in the stadium.
They sang and danced as they hopped onto the stage. Everyone began to restrain their excitement, waiting for captain Van Der Vaart to raise the trophy before releasing it.
Qin Xiong stood between Snede and Ibrahimovic, with their arms around his shoulders.
He lowered his head and played with the championship medal. It looked like it was made of gold. He picked up the medal and put it in his mouth, biting it with his teeth. He exerted a little force and suddenly frowned. He covered his right cheek with one hand. He could not bite it. Toothache!
"What stupid thing are you doing?"
Ibrahimovic looked at Qin Xiong with a strange expression. He and Snede had both noticed Qin Xiong's action of biting the medal with his teeth.
There were indeed players who would bite the medal, but absolutely no one would bite the medal so obviously like Qin Xiong and then cover his cheek.
Qin Xiong turned his head to Ibrahimovic and said, "This thing is not pure gold. I remember someone telling me that you can tell if it's real or fake by biting it with your teeth."
Ibrahimovic rolled his eyes. Snede laughed and said, "Nonsense, of course it's fake. Haven't you bitten the medal given to you by the Premier League champion?"
Qin Xiong replied honestly, "I did when I got home! But I think, this is the Champions League champion's medal. Is it inconceivable to give a pure gold medal? "
In Qin Xiong's opinion, the Champions League was of such a high level, far surpassing the Eredivisie. Therefore, the medal should be more generous. Giving a pure gold medal was not excessive.
Snede smiled and shook his head. "Even if it's a World Cup champion's medal, most of them are not pure gold. The significance of the medal is greater than its value."
Qin Xiong suddenly understood and laughed. "You've learned something."
Snede raised his hand and picked up the medal hanging on Qin Xiong's neck. He flipped it around and looked at it. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You should be glad that it's not made of pure gold. If it was, you would be able to bite it. Hehe …"
Qin Xiong patted his head and realized that he had made a very bad attempt. It would be terrible if the bites left a mark or changed shape.
He examined the medal over and over again and was glad that there were no bite marks. He said, "I feel like this medal isn't domineering enough. I heard that basketball champions will get championship rings. How domineering can they be wearing it? They have to hide their medals at home."
Ivan patted him on the shoulder and smiled. "If you want, we can go back and order a commemorative ring."
Qin Xiong nodded and said, "Okay, but don't be too expensive."
"Don't worry, you can definitely afford it."
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When Ajax captain Van Der Vaart picked up the Champions League trophy at the Schalke Stadion, the atmosphere in the stadium reached its climax. Ajax's players waved their arms wildly and celebrated their achievements together. Countless Ajax fans in the stands had already gathered to sing songs in praise of Ajax.
Snede took out a bottle of champagne from somewhere and opened it. He used his finger to press on the bottle and shook it wildly, spraying the champagne on his teammates.
Pienaar ran around the field with the South African flag draped over his shoulders. Ivan held the trophy on his head and revealed an innocent smile that did not match his usual arrogant demeanor.
The players and coaches took photos with the trophy.
Qin Xiong also enthusiastically participated.
After the team photo, he, Snede, Van Der Vaart, and Ivan crouched behind the trophy, hugging each other's shoulders and smiling wildly.
He and Snede each kissed the trophy and took photos of this scene.
Finally, he held the trophy with both hands and walked to the east stands alone. He placed the trophy in front of him and then looked around the stands with his head held high and a proud smile on his face.
On this side of the stands, more than 80% of the fans were Chinese. They had already reached the edge of the stands and were cheering for Qin Xiong, fighting to take photos as a souvenir.
"I wonder how many fans in China are waiting in front of their televisions to be happy, excited, and proud for Qin Xiong at this moment! Although they did not come to the stadium and stayed up to watch the game, their hearts are with the Chinese fans. They witnessed Qin Xiong's outstanding performance in the Champions League final. Now, Qin Xiong is in front of the camera with the club's highest honor, the Champions League trophy, placed in front of him! This must be a classic scene, a scene that will be remembered by countless Chinese fans and Qin Xiong fans for the rest of their lives! But we hope that this is not the end, this is a beginning! There must be more and more fans, not limited to Chinese fans, who will begin to pay attention to Qin Xiong and become Qin Xiong's fans and supporters. We will all hope that Qin Xiong will achieve more honor and glory in his future career! Come on, Qin Xiong! "
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Ajax chartered a flight back to Amsterdam. The players continued to party on the plane, stirring up a mess in the cabin.
At the Amsterdam airport, it was a spectacular scene of a sea of people. The fans who went to the airport to welcome Ajax's return were already celebrating wildly in the city.
Qin Xiong did not return to Ward Street. He rested in the hotel suite with his teammates because he knew that there must be reporters lying in ambush at Ward Street.
It was already afternoon when he woke up the next day. He did not go to see the overwhelming news reports of Ajax winning the Champions League today.
Ajax would hold a victory parade on the 29th and the club would hold a celebratory banquet on the 30th. After that, the season would be completely over. The players could arrange their own vacation time and go to the national team or go on vacation.
Qin Xiong enjoyed lunch in the hotel restaurant. He was so hungry that he ordered a lot of food. When Freddy came to the hotel to meet him, he saw the sumptuous lunch on the table and said in surprise, "Is there anyone else? I told you I'd had lunch when I called you. "
Qin Xiong shrugged with a smile and said, "This is for me to eat alone. It's rare for me to be extravagant. Don't nag me. I'm going to control my appetite. I haven't eaten anything since the game yesterday. I feel like I'm starving to death."
Freddy smiled and shook his head. He sat down opposite Qin Xiong.
The two of them needed to formally discuss the transfer.
When Qin Xiong was almost done eating, he drank a mouthful of water and said, "Since the AFC Asian Cup will start in mid-July and the preparation work will start in late June, in order to avoid my personal transfer during the AFC Asian Cup period disturbing the team and attracting too much attention from the outside world, I hope my transfer can be finalized before mid-June."
Freddy nodded solemnly after hearing the words, even though Qin Xiong's decision did not seem to be very good. After all, the summer transfer period was so long. The recruitment work of each club had its priorities, especially for the powerhouse clubs!
The first goal was naturally the focus of the work. Each task had its priority. Although Qin Xiong had attracted the interest of many teams, it did not mean that he would be the top recruitment target of these clubs.
If these clubs were not given more time to transfer their energy and make a decision too early, Qin Xiong's interests might not be maximized. It might also lead to a situation where there were fewer choices.
But Freddy still agreed with Qin Xiong's idea.
During the competition period, he needed to put his energy into the competition. Qin Xiong, of course, attached great importance to the AFC Asian Cup held in China. Especially when he saw the scene of thousands of Chinese fans cheering in the Champions League final, it touched and impacted his heart. After a successful club season in which they won the treble, Qin Xiong also had the same ambition for the AFC Asian Cup, a strong ambition!
He did not want to be distracted by the transfer, nor did he want to affect the national team because of his transfer. The best thing was to finalize the transfer before the AFC Asian Cup.
"Okay, I'll put pressure on the Ajax club and also greet the clubs who are interested in you. I'll do my best to finalize your transfer in the next two weeks. "
Freddy finished and was ready to leave. Qin Xiong called him out again and said, "The club has a celebration party the night after tomorrow. Should I buy a suit?"
Freddy turned around and said, "It's best to prepare a suit."
"Then will you accompany me to buy it? You should know more about clothes than I do. "
Freddy sighed and shook his head with a wry smile. "You, what can I say to you? How a man wears clothes is not decided by a man, but from a woman's point of view. "
After saying that, Freddy floated away.
Qin Xiong lowered his head and pondered for a moment. He clapped his hands and said to himself, "Yes, I should let her help me choose my clothes."
Who was she? Of course it was Sylvia.
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