Chapter 480: Chapter 99: Wager of the Football Kings! Idol, I Have a Cheat! I Have a Bet with Ronaldo and Messi! Wang Shuo, You’ve Completely Blown Up

The truth is, as long as it wasn’t caught on camera and wasn’t too high-profile, many things could be negotiated.

But once it was exposed, the club’s image and the fans’ feelings would always come first!

This was also why Wang Shuo had previously heard that the scandals surrounding Ronaldinho during his later years at Barça were intentionally leaked by the club in order to sell him.

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The Grimaldi Conference Center had a total of four halls.

UEFA had booked the Prince’s Hall, which featured a two-tiered, terraced design.

The rearmost upper level was the media area. The middle of the lower level was the guest area, where club executives, coaches, and players were seated separately.

The sides of the seating area were also for the media, but it was standing room only.

When the three of them entered, the hall was already filled with people.

The first thing he saw was the elaborately decorated stage.

The circular stage was centered around the trophy display, placed in the most prominent position directly facing the terraced seating.

Later, Inter Milan’s captain, Santie, would enter carrying the trophy.

The 2010/11 season Champions League final would be held at London Wembley Stadium. The ambassador for the final was former English international Reinke, who would also be in attendance to hand over the championship trophy and serve as a guest for the draw.

After the "Big Ears Cup" was brought in, it would be displayed in that spot on the circular stage for the entire event.

Behind the stage was a massive display screen, and another large, rectangular one hung in the air above the front. Both would soon display the draw footage and results in real time.

These were the very group tables that all fans were used to seeing in the media.

"UEFA really spared no expense!" Wang Shuo couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

’This stage setup is so futuristic!’

"You should say, the Champions League is so damn profitable!" Watzke said with a loud laugh.

The staff on-site recognized them immediately and showed them to their respective seats.

Watzke and Zorc were seated together, while Wang Shuo went to sit in the players’ section.

The players’ section wasn’t just for active players; it also included many retired stars who had been invited to attend.

For example, Wang Shuo saw Luis Figo chatting and laughing with a somewhat heavyset man.

Since he was only seeing the man from behind, Wang Shuo couldn’t get a clear look, but as he walked closer, he recognized him at first glance.

Holy shit!

’Ronaldo?’

’It really is Ronaldo!’

Wang Shuo’s first reaction was to pat his pockets.

’I forgot to bring a pen!’

’Oh my god, I can’t believe I ran into Figo and Ronaldo here.’

And on the other side, his view previously blocked by Ronaldo, stood none other than Michael Owen.

The three of them were over there, talking and laughing.

Just as Wang Shuo was hesitating, wondering how to go up and introduce himself, Figo saw him and immediately gestured to Ronaldo, pointing behind him.

The Brazilian turned his head, and upon seeing Wang Shuo, he immediately grinned, revealing his iconic buck teeth.

"Hello, Wang."

"Hello, Ronnie," Wang Shuo said, quickly walking over.

"Luis, Michael, hello. It’s a great pleasure to meet you."

Wang Shuo had completely turned into a fanboy!

He couldn’t help it; he had grown up watching these very stars play.

He was so unbelievably excited!

"I was just telling these guys about you," Michael Owen said with a smile, giving Wang Shuo a double thumbs-up. "Seven goals in two matches—you’re something else!"

"Not at all, just lucky," Wang Shuo replied modestly.

He had to be humble. The men in front of him were Golden Ball Award winners, after all!

"There’s no luck on the football pitch. You’re really something special," Ronaldo said, patting Wang Shuo on the shoulder with a smile. "I’ve heard a lot of people talk about you. They all say you’re a lot like me, but I think you’re better."

"I’ve always been learning from you, that Swing Pass..."

Ronaldo laughed and cut Wang Shuo off. "Don’t say that. I’ve seen your Swing Pass a few times. It’s different from mine. In fact, I think yours is more effective, and your movements are just too fast."

As he spoke, Ronaldo turned to Figo and Owen. "You know, I’m 1.83 meters, and my movements are considered pretty fast. He’s 1.8 meters, but he’s really much faster than me."

Figo nodded seriously. "It’s true. I think his movement speed is probably comparable to Messi’s."

"About right. That’s why it’s so incredible that he’s 1.8 meters tall."

"And have you guys seen his matches from the last six months?" Ronaldo continued, turning to Wang Shuo with the final question. "His physical conditioning has improved rapidly, but even after building up muscle, his movements haven’t slowed down. It’s amazing. How do you train for that?"

’My idol, I’m using a cheat!’

Of course, Wang Shuo couldn’t answer like that.

"Our team’s strength and conditioning coach, Oliver Bartlett, is excellent. He’s a graduate of the Cologne Sports Academy and ran his own gym for many years, so he’s incredibly experienced."

"Also, we have expert professors from renowned German universities on our team, and they’ve all given me a lot of valuable advice."

Hearing this, Ronaldo, Figo, and Owen all nodded in agreement.

"Germany really does excel in that area," said Owen. "Their scientific research is well-integrated with industry, they produce a lot of professional talent, and they’re always at the forefront." Though he was from England, Owen held Germany’s achievements in this field in high regard.

Industrialization had always been Germany’s hallmark.

"I’m curious about something," Ronaldo asked, his question touching on a sensitive topic for him. "You run 12 kilometers or more every match. Can your body handle that?"