My system allows me to copy talents-Chapter 747: Champions League Finals

Saturday, May 29, 2027

Wembley Stadium, London freewebnσvel.cøm

The stadium was a cauldron of emotions, buzzing with excitement and anticipation. People clad in the colors of the participating team swarmed the streets outside.

The stalls outside the stadium were just as bustling, and the sellers struggled to handle the surge of customers who showed up endlessly.

Reporters and media personnel ran around with their equipment. Some were stationed at a particular place to record, while some kept moving.

The enthusiastic fans sang and cheered as they trod to the venue. Their faces were etched with jubilation, and the mood outside the venue was pulsating with excitement.

Inside the stadium, the mood was as lively. Fans dressed in the colors of their respective teams packed the stadium with enthusiastic cheers. Meanwhile, vendors roamed around the stadium in search of customers.

The stench of sweat combined with fish and chips floated across the stadium, adding to the mood.

There was still some time left for the players to enter.

Meanwhile, a grand stage was set for the opening event. Soon after the stage was set, the stadium got shrouded in darkness.

The sudden darkness left some confused.

At the same time, most were overjoyed by the sudden change in the atmosphere. Their longing eyes looked like they were awaiting this moment.

Amidst the confusion, the stage lit up with dazzling lights, captivating the audience. Enthralled, they turned to look at the lit-up stage with growing excitement from where a famous personality made their entrance.

The audience, ever so excited, cheered at the top of their lungs, shaking every nook and cranny of the stadium.

One after the other, different artists made their performances, building the hype for the upcoming match. The fans were kept thoroughly entertained. Yet still, some kept complaining about the game.

They wanted the game to start right away without further delay.

Even though they had paid a hefty price to be here, they weren't delighted to witness the performance of those famous artists.

Meanwhile, inside the locker rooms—far from the roaring crowds and the blinding lights—both managers were busy delivering final tactical instructions. Each camp was focused and locked in. There was an unspoken electricity in the air, confidence hanging thick over the squads like a storm about to break.

But the atmosphere inside the tunnel couldn't have been more different from that within the locker rooms. Out there, adrenaline surged with excitement. In here, tension ruled.

The mood was heavy, grim almost. Players sat quietly, shoulders stiff with anticipation. Even those who usually cracked jokes or broke the silence with casual remarks were now uncharacteristically quiet, their faces drawn and serious.

Diego stood before them, having just finished his speech. His words still lingered in the stale air, but the room had gone deathly still. He scanned the room, taking in the anxious expressions. And yet, beneath the nerves, he could sense its readiness. The fire was there.

His eyes finally settled on Hiro.

He didn't intend to place the weight of the match entirely on the boy's shoulders, but Hiro would undeniably be a key figure today. It was impossible not to worry. A teenager, starting in a Champions League final—it was a moment that could make or break a career.

And yet, there Hiro sat—silent, composed, a storm behind calm eyes.

Diego's lips curled into a faint smile. Despite Hiro's youth, his demeanor spoke of someone who had already tasted fire and didn't flinch. Maybe his concern had been unnecessary. Even though the legends have folded under this kind of pressure, Hiro looked like he belonged.

Still, Diego knew he had one last task before kick-off.

He had to lift the room's spirit—shake the weight off their shoulders, inject life into those silent hearts—before leading his warriors into battle.

He couldn't let them march onto the field looking like this.

"We have come all the way here with our effort. For this very moment, we have sweated, bled, and some of us have even suffered devastating injuries to be here."

Diego's words, now ever so vigorous, rang throughout the room like a battle cry.

Upon hearing his voice, their eyes darted towards him. Diego was right now at the center of attention.

Oozing an aura of confidence, he stared down at each of them as he continued.

"This fight now isn't your fight alone. This is the fight of every single one of the fans who have supported you. This is the fight of every teammate who has sacrificed themselves for you to stand here. So, when you go out on the field, please remember that this isn't your fight alone. You are fighting for every individual who has supported you…" Diego paused to breathe.

Then he inhaled deeply before finishing, "Remember, after this match, you'll either be immortalized or get forgotten in the river of time. For some of you, it might be your last opportunity to get your hands on that trophy."

"It's all or nothing. The rest is up to you."

His words, packed with power and motivation, echoed in the silent room.

The players remained still for a moment; however, their eyes glistened with unprecedented vigor. Each looked like they had regained their vitality and were willing to put their lives on the line.

Diego could vividly feel the pulsating force in their eyes.

He could feel their fighting spirit rising. The flames of determination had been set ablaze. Now, all that was left was to see whether it would burn them out or their enemies.

Diego, however, was convinced about their determination.

With this, he had given the signal.

Just after Diego finished his speech, Oblak stood from his seat with a renewed sense of vigor. His eyes gleamed with determination while his heart pulsated with fighting spirit.

Considering his age, this could be his last chance to get his hands on the trophy.

It isn't that he never thought of it that way. However, he was more scared about it before than he was now.

After hearing Diego's words, he didn't feel as scared as before.

Even though he consoled himself, he didn't feel anxious about it; a part of him kept denying it. He consoled and assured himself.

However, all he was capable of was hiding the feeling.

He couldn't completely overcome this feeling. The most he could manage was to lie to himself and hide his fears.