Chapter 2336 - 593: Royal Netherlands Air Force
Even if Huang Kaiwen leads his team to victory again two years later, they won’t be surprised.
The camera arrives.
Huang Kaiwen makes heart gestures with his hands and performs a cradle dance.
Causing the lady in front of the TV to cover her mouth.
The anxious Netherlands fans have already started the countdown.
"160,159..."
Van Bommel still tackled the ball from under Alonso’s feet.
"140,139..."
Robben was counterattacking with the ball, but during the run, he lost the ball. Van Persie rushed up to press, and Piqué passed the ball to the flank.
Huntelaar knocked Alba over.
Yellow card.
But it didn’t have any impact.
Amidst the countdown, the Netherlands team became even more active.
After getting the ball, they started passing crazily.
"5,4,3,2,1..."
Beep,
Beep,
Beep—
As De Jong avoided Cazorla’s right foot, Rizzoli blew the whistle to end the match.
The substitutes instantly rushed onto the field, embracing their teammates.
At least in this moment, they forgot about the Netherlands and Suriname, forgot about skin color and faith, forgot about internal conflicts and competition.
These players in orange jerseys had only one name—European Champions Netherlands Team!
Huang Kaiwen slowly walked onto the field, surveying the entire Kiev Olympic Stadium.
Like an Ancient Roman statue.
Van Persie crossed the advertisement boards and shook hands with the supporting fans.
Alonso bent down, helping his disappointed teammate to stand.
Kuyt excitedly ran to Huang Kaiwen’s side, hugging Huang Kaiwen’s neck and raising his arm in triumph.
Ramos watched Huang Kaiwen from afar, laughing foolishly, and quickly composed himself when the camera came over.
"Champions!!!"
"Netherlands is champion!!!"
"After 90 minutes of battle, the Netherlands team defeated the defending champions, more importantly, they chose not to defend, but to win by attacking against the mighty Spain."
"At 29 years and 42 days old, Huang Kaiwen became the youngest coach to win the European Cup in history, and the first Asian coach to win the European Cup."
"Frequent internal disputes, coach hospitalized, Huang Kaiwen was appointed in time of crisis, taking over the troubled Netherlands team. His Netherlands team may not have been the most stylish in play, but they were the most united team."
"Talented Dutch players showed us another Netherlands team, a different Netherlands team."
"World’s best tactical execution, world’s most united, world’s most harmonious defense, the Netherlands team that drove away Van der Vaart completed the transformation of a caterpillar into a butterfly."
"Tulips are no longer synonymous with bubbles and fragility, whether in gentle rain or fierce storms, nothing can shake their resolve."
"The highly touted Dutch golden generation, crowned Europe again after 24 years!!!"
Huang Kaiwen and the players jumped over the advertisement boards together.
Shaking hands with fans at the lower stands.
This action further ignited the passion within the fans.
Not knowing who led the charge.
Huang Kaiwen was lifted up again.
But before he could sit steady, he was pulled up into the stands by passionate female fans.
Huang Kaiwen felt a chill in his stomach, not knowing how many hands touched him avidly.
Picking flowers thieves are common, picking thieves’ flowers are not few.
Huang Kaiwen practically rolled and crawled back over the railing.
Luckily, those bastards caught him.
Seeing the young coach covered in lipstick marks and disheveled, quite a few fans showed knowing smiles.
"Let’s go, prepare for the award ceremony!"
Huang Kaiwen said after returning to the grass.
Sneijder stifled a laugh, and Huang Kaiwen quickly glared at him.
As they returned to the tunnel, Huang Kaiwen first went to the restroom to tidy up his appearance.
Some lipstick marks weren’t easy to clean, especially the ones on his clothes.
Fortunately, he wore a black shirt today, so it wasn’t too obvious.
When Huang Kaiwen returned to the tunnel, seeing his reddened face, the players couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Huang Kaiwen silently memorized several names.
If someone slips anonymous notes about scandal below your rooms tonight, let’s see if you can still laugh.
Huang Kaiwen led the Netherlands players to line up at the tunnel entrance, giving applause to today’s opponent, Spain.
Alonso took a deep look at Huang Kaiwen as he came out.
Damn!
Huang Kaiwen just entered the football world.
Istanbul.
He was just the backdrop.
Just ended season.
Munich.
He was still the backdrop.
Over a month later, Huang Kaiwen first took charge of the team.
Kiev.
He was still the backdrop.
Alonso wanted to take off his shirt, ask the world: Why always me?
No one could give him an answer.
Alonso could only follow his teammates to the podium, and quickly leave. In over a month, two finals, the strongest matches in world football tactics and representing national honor battlegrounds, he was just a passerby.
"Champions!!!"
"Champions!!!"
Widely anticipated.
Netherlands team players all had a feeling.
The Orange Legion was the most popular team in the world.
But those hand-written boards in the stands, the names on them proved.
The Netherlands team is popular because their coach is popular.
Cassano said to Totti: "I have inspiration again."
𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
"What inspiration?"
Totti asked irritably.
"Kevin was pulled up by Dutch female fans, alone battling against an entire stand, then continuing his fight with ceremony attendants all the way down..."
Cassano said excitedly: "This piece will be called ’European Cup’, I feel it will become popular."
Totti covered his forehead.
He shouldn’t have asked Cassano to watch the game together.
Now looking at the ceremony attendants on the field, he couldn’t help but recall the scene Cassano had described.