Son Heung-min tearfully wins the UEFA Cup

Ten years have been waiting for the dream to come true! Son Heung-min shed tears on the Europa League final night

drizzle drizzled in the Dublin Arena at 3 a.m., and the air was filled with the smell of salty sweat and the smell of turf. The moment the referee blew the final whistle, a red figure suddenly fell on the turf - 32-year-old Son Heung-min covered his face with both hands, and tears penetrated into the yellowed grass clippings through his fingers. This Asian king who had been running for the championship for a full ten years finally put the Tottenham team logo on the top of Europe.

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The electronic screen on the side of the green field flashed with dazzling "1-0", and the numbers on the scoreboard were slightly distorted in the rain curtain. The sound of 60,000 people in the stands washed the stadium like a tsunami. Dozens of bottles of champagne suddenly exploded in the red wave in the Tottenham fan zone, and the golden wine mixed with rain water poured through the jerseys of the front row audience.

Coach Obo's tactical board was also spread on the bench, and three arrows were scribbled on the A4 paper wet with rain. From the moment the opening whistle sounded, the entire Tottenham team was like a spring compressed to the extreme. Manchester United's orange storm swept the whole game, B Fei's long shot stroked the crossbar, and Rashford's single sword was blocked by Vicario with his knees - but the wall built by the North Londoners with flesh and blood withstanded the bombardment of 73% ball possession rate.

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The broadcast camera suddenly cut into the player channel, and Son Heung-min on the bench was holding the mineral water bottle tightly. The plastic bottle body made a "kick" cry between his fingers, and the white knuckles of the Koreans exposed the stormy waves under the calm appearance. This night should have been the starting superstar, but the tactical adjustments at the last moment before the game turned the captain's armband into a hot potato on the bench. The turning point of fate appeared in the 41st minute. When Saar dribbled the ball, the socks had already slipped to his ankle, and the blue veins that burst out from the left leg muscles were clearly visible under the camera. The moment the ball hit Luke Shaw with a strange arc, the entire court suddenly fell into a vacuum for half a second - until the net waves brought about when the ball rolled across the goal line detonated the sound of a volcano erupting.

Son Heung-min knocked over the entire box of sports drinks the moment he ejected from the bench, and the orange Gatorade winded into a stream on the turf. The veins that slammed his palms into his assistant's shoulders, and the Korean swear words that burst out from his mouth were drowned in the deafening "COYS" shouts. The broadcast footage captured his small action of turning around and wiping his eyes - no one knew whether it was sweat or tears.

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When the fourth official raised the No. 7 substitution card, the game had reached 67 minutes. Son Heung-min stepped on the grass and was obviously floating, and his right knee brace was shining with a cold light in the rain. Three touches, two clearances, and one tactical foul - the technical statistics coldly record the contribution of this super substitute. But whenever the broadcast camera swept across Tottenham's penalty area, you can always see the red figure roaring at the command line, blurring into a battle flag rushing in the rain.

The moment the final whistle sounded, Son Heung-min's knee hit hard on the turf. The mud mixed with the fragrance of grass splashed on his trembling eyelashes, and the lost championship scenes flashed like a revolving light in the 2020 League Cup final, the nightmare of the European Union being defeated in 2021, and the despair when cramped in the overtime of the FA Cup last year. At this moment, the weight of his teammates celebrating the crowd made him breathless, but it was the happiest moment of suffocation in his life. There was a sudden commotion on the podium. When UEFA officials were about to hang medals for Son Heung-min, only the empty red velvet linen was left in the pallet. This dramatic moment left the Korean stunned until Madison took the medal off his neck and put it on his head. The scene of two men laughing in the colorful ribbons all over the sky was permanently frozen by the photographer.

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Conclusion

The rain stopped, and the night sky in Dublin was lit with flashes. When Son Heung-min walked towards the player's passage with the trophy in his arms, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the wet grass. The hem of his jersey was still stained with the snot and tears that Johnson had smeared when he celebrated. The blood seeped out of the guard of his right knee fainted on the white socks - this was a medal belonging to the warrior, and it was the hottest footnote for ten years to stick to. When the champagne foam in the locker room finally poured out of the door, we seemed to see the young 18-year-old young man who had just entered Europe, traveling through time to celebrate with the champion captain who was now.