"Champions! Champions! We are the champions!!"
Casillas, Marcelo, and the rest of the Real Madrid players roared with unrestrained passion, their cheers shaking Wembley to its core.
At this very moment, their hearts were overflowing.An entire season of sweat, sacrifice, and blood had not been in vain.They had finally done it — they had conquered Europe.This Champions League trophy was the greatest reward for all they had endured.
Everyone shouted. Everyone cheered.This wasn't just a victory — this was redemption.
"Let us congratulate Real Madrid! After nine long years, they have once again lifted the UEFA Champions League trophy!"
"This season has been nothing short of a dream for Real Madrid!"
"They didn't just crush Barcelona multiple times in La Liga — they also broke the 100-point barrier, went undefeated in the league, and clinched the title! And now… they've taken the Champions League crown too! In the entire season, they drew just once and didn't lose a single match!"
"What an insane record! This is pure domination — Real Madrid are on another level! Last season they were already impressive, but this year… this year they've made history."
"And of course, we can't ignore one man — José Mourinho! The Portuguese mastermind is one of the biggest heroes of this campaign. Last season, he led Inter Milan to a historic treble. This season, taking over Madrid, he's already delivered two trophies in his very first year! Now, they're just one win away from completing the treble — all that's left is the Copa del Rey!"
"But for now… let them savor this moment! Real Madrid are the kings of Europe once again!"
The broadcast camera cut to Florentino Pérez.
Surrounded by UEFA officials and club representatives, the Real Madrid president made his way onto the pitch.
His face was glowing red with excitement, beaming with pride.
Ever since returning to lead the club, Florentino had worked tirelessly to rebuild Los Blancos. And now, in just two seasons, he had brought Real Madrid back to the summit of Europe.
His popularity within the club was soaring.
No one dared to question his transfer strategy anymore.The results spoke for themselves.
On the other side of the pitch, the Manchester United players trudged toward the tunnel in silence.
Their heads hung low, their bodies battered, their energy drained.They had given everything, but they came up short.
Still, they weren't crushed.This wasn't the first heartbreak for them, nor would it be the last.
The match itself told the whole story.The first half was a brutal, high-paced battle…But in the second half, everything changed.
Because Suker exploded.
The "Second-Half Suker" was a nightmare for defenders.Manchester United simply couldn't stop him — and that decided the game.
"Suker! Over here!"
"Suker, talk to us! How does it feel?"
"Suker, we need a statement!"
While the podium was being set up, the players briefly returned to the locker room.But the media were already waiting like hawks at the tunnel entrance, ready to pounce on any interview opportunity.
And of course, their prime target… was Suker.
Suker glanced around casually and walked toward a reporter from Marca — Real Madrid's "friendly" newspaper.
It was only natural to give them priority access.
Envious eyes followed as the Marca journalist handed over the microphone.
"First of all, congratulations on winning the 2010/2011 Champions League," the reporter said."This was a historic season for Madrid. What are your thoughts on this incredible journey and this victory?"
Under the gaze of countless cameras, Suker shrugged and smiled:
"Without a doubt, it's been a tough season. But looking at this result… it was all worth it. Every ounce of sweat, every second of work, it all mattered. It's been a fulfilling season."
"The trophy belongs to everyone who supported us along the way. And honestly, I think we achieved all this because we were united as a team."
The Marca journalist chuckled, then continued:"Last question — if you had to rate your own second-half performance today, what score would you give yourself?"
Suker grinned:"I'd love to give myself a 10, but that'd sound a little arrogant, so I'll go with a 9 instead.But honestly, it's not for me to decide — it's up to the fans.If they think I deserve a 10, then I'll take it."
At that moment, a Croatian journalist in the back couldn't hold it in anymore:
"TEN!! Absolutely a TEN!!"
"Suker, you were unbelievable!"
"You practically ripped United's defense apart by yourself!"
After the interviews, Suker returned to the locker room, where chaos and euphoria collided.
Teammates were hugging, shouting, and singing:
"We are the champions, my friends!"
Even Sergio Ramos, who had been suspended for the final, joined in the celebration.But behind his smile was a trace of regret.
Not being able to play in the final hurt.He wanted to lift the trophy on the pitch.
Still, he knew there would be more chances.This Real Madrid… was only just getting started.
"Gentlemen!"
Florentino Pérez entered the locker room, and the noise exploded even louder.
The boss himself was here — everyone had to show respect.
Florentino jumped and sang along with the players, embracing them like family.The room was pure joy.
And then, with a grin, he announced the bonuses on the spot.The players roared in celebration again.
Soon, they were called back onto the pitch for the medal ceremony.
Led by captain Iker Casillas, the squad emerged from the tunnel to deafening applause.
The UEFA podium stood proudly at center stage, the massive Champions League logo arching overhead — a symbol of European football's highest honor.
This was the peak of the sport.
The ceremony began.
Casillas stepped up first, receiving his gold medal from the UEFA president, the lights reflecting brilliantly off the shining prize.
One by one, the players climbed the stage, basking in the roar of Wembley.
And then…
Suker's name was called.
The entire stadium erupted:
"SUKER!!! SUKER!!! SUKER!!!"
Suker walked tall and proud — this was his third Champions League trophy, but it felt like his first all over again.
The UEFA president personally placed the medal around his neck.Florentino hugged him tightly.
Suker's brilliance wasn't just helping Madrid win — it was strengthening Florentino's entire legacy.The two were now inseparable allies.
Finally, the players gathered around the massive trophy.
Casillas stepped forward to lift it, but Suker couldn't resist teasing him:
"Captain, don't trip! That'd be embarrassing on TV!"
The room burst into laughter.
Casillas played along, pretending to stumble, drawing playful boos from the crowd.
Then, with a deep breath, he raised the trophy high into the London sky.
Wembley exploded.
"Real Madrid!!! Champions of Europe!!!"
Headlines flooded the internet instantly:
"Real Madrid Claim the 2010/2011 Champions League Title!"
"Nine Years Later — Los Blancos Are Back on Top!"
"An Unstoppable Galactic Armada!"
"Suker's Second Half — Like an Alien Among Mortals!"
"José Mourinho: Back-to-Back Champions! The Greatest Ever?"
The celebrations would last for days, but for Real Madrid… their season wasn't over yet.
One final battle remained.
May 29th — the Copa del Rey Final.One last showdown with Barcelona.
This would decide everything.If Madrid won, they would complete the treble.If Barça won, they would salvage their pride with a trophy of their own.
At training, Suker scrolled through headlines on his phone.The entire football world was praising his insane second-half performance.
The system rewards arrived, too:
1x Diamond Card
4x Attribute Cards
Perfect timing.Suker needed those attribute cards more than anything — they'd help him extend his peak.
As for the diamond card?
[Diamond Card: Didier Drogba's Triple Stripes]"As a man who can slide and leave three perfect skid marks, you shall dominate all rivals!"
Suker's face twitched."…What the hell am I supposed to do with this?!"
Finally, the focus shifted back to training.Everyone was fired up, but Mourinho kept hammering one message home:
"The season isn't over. We fight one more battle."
This wasn't just any match.This was the match that could define their entire legacy.
The treble was within reach.
And so, under the blazing Valencia sun, at the legendary Mestalla Stadium, Real Madrid prepared for war.
Barcelona were battered, missing key players like Xavi, Piqué, and Pedro.Even David Villa's ankle was wrapped in thick tape — he was forcing himself to play through injury.
The starting lineups were announced:
Real Madrid (4-3-3)GK: CasillasDEF: Arbeloa, Ramos, Pepe, SrnaMID: Khedira, Kaká, DiarraFWD: Di María, Benzema, Suk
Barcelona (4-4-2)GK: ValdésDEF: Adriano, Milito, Alves, MaxwellMID: Mascherano, Busquets, Iniesta, KeitaFWD: Messi, Villa
Suker looked across the pitch at Barcelona's camp — their faces fierce, but their eyes betrayed doubt.
He turned to his teammates, clenched his fist, and shouted:
"Last match, boys! We win this, and we drink till sunrise!"
Casillas roared back:
"FOR THE TREBLE!!!"
And in that moment…Every Real Madrid player's eyes burned like fire.