Greatest Of All Legends-Chapter 613: Better Luck Next Year

{They’re in disbelief!} The commentator added more dramaticism to the situation while the Uventus players quickly ran up to commend their goalkeeper before rushing back to the field to take their positions and mark their opponents.

After all, the danger was not over yet and wouldn’t be over till the final whistle, however, with another boost in confidence, the Uventus players were able to hold on till the final whistle, barring any other unforeseen situations from changing the game from how they wanted it to be.

*Fweeeeeeeeeee!!!*

{There’s the final whistle. Uventus have won it!}

{They were up against a challenging opposition! Against challenging odds! But they’ve gone and turned the situation around and acquired the ticket to the next round of this competition that they so dearly wanted}

{For the distraught Dortmund side, they did well, performed their best, but all they end up with is a ‘come back next year’ from their opponents}

{It’s cruel, oh so cruel, but life is cruel to those who don’t win, and they did not!}

{The winner takes all and Uventus will bask in the glory of their performance for the coming days while reminding themselves that this competition is far from over!} 𝖗а𐌽ỗΒÈs̈

{What next for them? We’ll have to wait and see!} The commentator gave closing remarks as the match stopped.

Jason walked off the field with a big smile on his face, not forgetting to flash a mischievous grin at Meunier when he walked past him.

“Try guarding me again next year, you might have better luck,” he said smugly to the right back with a laugh and joined his teammates in celebration.

The Dortmund fans in the stands watched dejectedly as the Uventus players celebrated their win on their field.

Some of the more emotional fans were already walking out of the stadium in a rage.

They blamed their players and did not want to think otherwise, even though they would forget about it in a few days.

After all, it was not their first time being disqualified from the Champions League, and it happened almost every year at this point.

“Told you it’d be different this time, didn’t I?” Jason said to Belingham, who was also passing by after a while, stretching out a hand for a handshake to him

“…” Bellingham just smiled wryly, not wanting to say anything, obviously hurting from the loss.

“Good luck going forward, I guess,” Bellingham finally said, taking Jason’s hand.

“Y’all better win the Champions League now that you’ve beaten us,” he added, allowing himself to smile a little.

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“Well, I’m definitely not planning on giving up on the trophy at this point,” Jason laughed a little.

“Before that though, can I ask him for his shirt?” Jason muttered, his eyes pointing at Reus.

“The cap? Sure, just ask him for it,” Bellingham replied, glancing at Marco Reus, who was looking at the sky forlornly.

“Thanks man,” Jason nodded gratefully to Bellingham.

“If you’ll excuse me then, I have to get back to sulking and being sad,” Bellingham said with a small self-mocking laugh.

“Nah, don’t do that kid,”

“Stand proud. You can cook,” Jason said, patting the back of Bellingham’s head.

“Kid? Bruh, you’re nineteen, and you’re calling me a kid? You sound like my grandpa,” Bellingnham laughed at Jason even though he was inwardly grateful for his words.

‘Technically, forty one plus nineteen years is old enough for anyone to have grandkids,’ Jason mentally calculated his age with a wry smile.

“I guess I have an old soul,” he said outwardly with a grin.

“Old soul, but young legs,” he added before Bellingham could say anything.

“You wish. Anyway, I gotta go. You should go meet the Captain quickly too, those guys look like they have quite a few questions for you,” Bellingham said, pointing with his eyes to the reporters who were already doing interviews for a few players amidst continuous waves of camera flashes.

“Alright then, later,” Jason said and headed in the direction of the Dortmund team’s captain while Bellingham headed to the locker room, stealthily trying to avoid the reporters without making it too obvious.

He was still hurting from the loss and was not in the mood to talk too much about the game, however, that was a sentiment that the reporters obviously did not share with him, so he could only do his best to avoid them.

Jason on the other hand, had already met the Legendary Dortmund captain and had gotten his shirt after a little conversation with the man.