Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 206: Three powerful moves! Breaking the record again! Legend No. 7 comes with the championship! Winning the championship!
"Aaahhh!!"

In the crowded Emirates Stadium, Arsenal players rushed across Manchester City's half and pounced on Manchester City's players in the midfield and backcourt.

Manchester City's midfielders immediately felt a huge pressure coming. They had to concentrate and adjust their speed to the fastest to pass the ball safely.

If we were a little slower, the ferocious Arsenal players would definitely intercept the ball!

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of the pass rang out in Manchester City's backcourt, and was immediately drowned out by the Arsenal fans singing, "Glory Glory Arsenal!!"

In the heated atmosphere, right winger Walcott immediately completed an interception.

"Snapped!"

He intercepted the ball from Kompany to Yaya Toure and drove straight into the penalty area.

"Yeah!!" Cheers broke out in the stadium. Arsenal fans' emotions seemed to be extremely easy to arouse today, and many people had already stood up from their seats.

Maher ran up the flank at high speed, his eyes fixed on Walcott, hoping that he could make a diagonal pass.

He couldn't wait to score against Manchester City and score an important goal on a day like this.

"Huff. Huff!"

He took a deep breath to adjust the rhythm of his sprint, his blood was rushing and he couldn't calm down.

"Bang!!"

But Walcott also had a strong desire to score. He rushed to the edge of the penalty area and shot directly. The ball hit the leg of Manchester City center back Lescott and bounced out of the bottom line.

"Hiss!" He gritted his teeth and took a breath of cold air, shook his head regretfully, and waved at Van Persie and Maher on the other side.

"it's okay no problem!!"

"Come again! Come again!!"

Maher and Van Persie stopped running and did not blame him. Instead, they applauded and encouraged him.

No one complains or turns their backs on this day; everyone tries to encourage each other as much as possible.

"Clap, clap, clap!" Applause immediately resounded throughout the stadium, and fans also praised Walcott for his steal and shot.

"Oh!"

In the corner kick area, Rosicky quickly kicked a half-high cross, the ball was cleared out of the penalty area by Zabaleta at the front point and fell in front of David Silva near the midfield.

"Boom!"

The sound of studs hitting the ground could be heard, and the Arsenal players did not waste time on regrets. At least five or six of them quickly chased towards their own half.

On this day, they will work hard and no one will be lazy or careless!
As long as they find that the opponent has a chance to threaten the goal, they will try their best to intercept it and will not shift the responsibility to their teammates.

Among the players chasing back, Maher and Walcott quickly surpassed the others and caught up with Manchester City's offensive players.

"Snapped!"

In the end, Maher tripped Nasri who was trying to advance quickly in the midfield, completing a tactical foul to delay the attack.

The referee came over and warned him, but did not give him a yellow card.

Nasri stood up with some dissatisfaction. He stared at Maher's back with his hands spread out, muttering something.

"Ahhhhh!!" More than 50,000 Arsenal fans booed him together, weakening his momentum a lot.

When Mael turned around, he had already turned his head and looked into the distance.

Inside the live broadcast studio, commentators from all over the world are here, explaining the game incessantly.

"Arsenal picked up the tempo very quickly after the opening! I think in this kind of game, tactics are secondary, it all depends on the players' will!"

In the commentary booth of ESPN Asia, the two old partners Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu sit here. Important matches are usually commented by the two of them.

Two months ago on February 2, they commented on Arsenal's victory over Cardiff City at Wembley Stadium and witnessed the team's first championship of the season.

Today, I wonder if they can witness Arsenal’s first league championship after 7 seasons!
"Yes."

Zhang Lu nodded in agreement and continued, "Of course, the premise is that the two teams are of similar level, and the players have a solid basic ability to read the game and understand tactics.

"If the gap between the two sides is too big, or the players themselves are of average level, willpower won't play a big role.

"Both Arsenal and Manchester City's players are top-notch. Their fighting spirit and desire to win are indeed important factors affecting the outcome of the game!
"Football is played by people. No matter how complicated the techniques and tactics are, they are still executed by people!"

Zhan Jun smiled and asked, "Zhang Zhi, which side has a stronger desire to win?"

"Hehe." Zhang Lu laughed sinisterly, as if he thought the question was too simple, "Of course Arsenal's desire to win is stronger, but I think Manchester City's desire to win is not bad either.

"Manchester City have been Arsenal's main rival in the second half of the season.

"Now that they have basically lost their title hopes, it's already a big failure. They can't tolerate Arsenal beating them and then lifting the Premier League trophy from them.

"Besides, Nasri and Clichy had just changed jobs. They returned to a familiar place and met familiar people again. I didn't expect it to be in this way.

"They will definitely try their best to stop Arsenal, otherwise, it will not be as simple as just losing a game or a championship!"

"Haha!" Zhan Jun laughed a few times, staring at the court and said: "Let's take a look at this attack! Manchester City sent out a set piece!
"Hitting Kyle Walker's position, David Silva and Nasri's cooperation! Two against one against a wall!

"Hey, Nasri was knocked out of the sideline. His speed and body are not superior to Kyle Walker. It is difficult to pass through in such a simple way."

In the box area and VIP stands outside the stadium, friends and family sang the team song with Arsenal fans.

Isabella held Ava in her arms while holding her little hand, smiling and singing, "Ma-ehl! Ma-ehl!"

Clement and Betty looked at the two of them with aunt smiles on their faces. They later learned of Isabella's identity and fell in love with Mahel's girlfriend.

As for the eldest sister and the second brother in the family, they were standing on tiptoe and looking to the side. They were looking for other celebrities in the VIP area.

"There! There!"

The eldest sister pointed to one place with a look of surprise on her face, "Dido! His songs are my favorite!"

"That guy looks familiar, maybe he's the main character in the upcoming Spider-Man?" The second brother looked at Garfield not far away and said with a smile, "I must go and see it when the time comes."

Behind them, several members of Maher's team were looking at one place with a very clear goal.

"Why is Kardashian sitting here all the time?" Jose stared at Kardashian with a snicker, teasing Davis next to him, "Have you seen it?"

They are very close to these famous entertainment stars, only about 20 to 30 meters away, and are all in the same area.

"What?" Davis pretended not to know and snickered, "I don't know."

"Haha!" Jose realized that he must have seen it, and burst out laughing, which soon led Davis and Harry to also unable to suppress their laughter.

Lewis sat next to them, but didn't chat with them. He kept paying attention to the game.

Safina, together with Aisha, secretly observed the reaction of the big agent Mendes, and was a little surprised to see the latter sitting with his legs crossed and looking normal.

Unexpectedly, Mendes turned around and couldn't help laughing: "Every man has seen it, no need to pretend Lewis."

"Poof" Safina spurted out the coconut milk as soon as she drank it. He saw Lewis also mingling with everyone. It seems that Kardashian is really a world celebrity.

"Let's cheer for Mahel. He is the protagonist today." Someone couldn't continue the conversation and changed the subject.

"Yes Yes!"

"Let's talk about football!"

Everyone returned to the track and focused their attention on the football field, watching Maher's handling of the ball and his running, expecting him to score a goal on such an important day.

“He’s the best?”

On the other side, Beckham sat with Prince William and Princess Kate, and the three of them were clapping and chatting.

Hearing Prince William's question, Beckham raised his eyebrows and nodded in confirmation, and replied: "In today's game, and even in this season's Premier League, he is the best."

"I rarely watched football this year." Prince William curled his lips with some regret and explained: "But many people in the royal family are Arsenal fans, including the Queen. This is not a rumor, it is true."

"Ah" Beckham nodded. He knew that the Queen loved football, but he didn't know this.

"Let's get back to the players."

Prince William looked at Maher off the field and smiled, "Do you think I am lucky enough to see the best player score a goal here?"

"Definitely." Beckham said this not just for the sake of sounding nice, he continued: "If a player averages more than one goal per game, as long as he is not too unlucky, he will have no problem scoring."

Prince William smiled and nodded, turned to look at Princess Kate, and the two smiled at each other.

A little in front of them, Kim Kardashian was sitting with her bestie, and in front of them was a group of kids wearing Arsenal jerseys.

"18 years old?"

Kardashian's eyes lit up. She was asking her bestie about Maher, "She's really too young. No one can be the top at this age, right?"

"That's right." Her bestie spoke with an authentic London accent, and she must be a local. "There's nothing wrong with that. He is indeed one. His current transfer value is 7000 million euros, and his personal ability to attract money is also very good."

"Eighty million euros?"

Kardashian was a little surprised, and her eyes showed some interest. "How does his earning ability compare with NFL and NBA superstars? Or, compared with Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo."

“Not as much as they make.” Her bestie raised her shoulders speechlessly, “If he made as much as these people, you would have known him a long time ago.

"For sports stars, fame and wealth are basically proportional, and he is still far from the level of Melo and Tom Brady.

"But you have to understand, he is only 18 years old. Those world superstars you talk about are far from him at this age."

Kardashian's expression became brighter. She probably understood. "You mean he has unlimited potential and may become a better athlete than these people and more profitable?"

"It's not possible." Her best friend turned around and paused before saying, "But it's a bit too much to say it's definitely possible, maybe 70% to 80%.

"My husband said he has a chance to challenge for the best in history, and it's undisputed.

"He has made significant achievements and played phenomenally in his first two seasons. Maybe he will really put an end to the debate among fans about who is the best."

Kardashian smiled charmingly and pouted her sexy thick lips, "I didn't expect you to know so much about football."

"My husband told me." Her best friend leaned back to look at her and smiled, "What do you mean by that expression? Are you planning to cross over to defend a football player?"

“No, no, no.” Kardashian waved her hands and shook her head, “He’s only 18 years old, and he may not like my type. The aesthetics in Europe are also different from those in the United States.

"But if there is a chance, it would be good to have some contact."

“Haha.” Her bestie smiled and covered her child’s ears, “Don’t become the public enemy of European socialites after becoming the public enemy of American socialites. He is very popular here.

"Not to mention you, I also want to get in touch with him. Don't tell my husband."

Kardashian was about to answer when her attention was drawn to something, "Ah, the queen is here! She is one of the women I admire most!"

"Clap, clap, clap!" As soon as she finished shouting, applause broke out in the Emirates Stadium. Mancini and Wenger in the stadium also turned around and clapped with a smile.

Next to Prince William, Queen Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom, wearing a lavender Chanel-style wool coat and a beige top hat, walked slowly towards her seat.

She took off her black gloves and greeted the fans in the stadium. The person supporting her should be Prince Charles.

"Arsenal's biggest fan." Kardashian's bestie clapped along with the fans. She couldn't help laughing and said, "I wonder if I will become Maher's biggest fan."

"Papa.!"

"Oh!"

Inside the stadium, amid applause, Arteta made a long diagonal pass to Maher.

More than ten minutes had passed in the game, and the pace showed no signs of slowing down. The two sides changed possession of the ball very frequently, and everyone was trying to pass threatening balls and stab the opponent hard.

"Snapped!"

The ball was not fast enough and was blocked by Zabaleta in the middle, who rushed towards Arsenal's backcourt with the ball.

Just as Maher was about to move forward, he quickly turned around and chased after him with gritted teeth.

His legs were particularly strong today, probably due to the adrenaline. He forgot about fatigue and physical energy allocation and just wanted to contribute in every wave of offense and defense.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Zabaleta's speed of advancement was good this time. He dribbled past Rosicky who was trying to steal the ball, and then accelerated towards the back half of Arsenal.

After being overtaken, Rosicky accidentally blocked Mahel, forcing Mahel to go around him sideways and speed up again, which made Manchester City's attack extremely threatening.

"Oh!"

Zabaleta then passed the ball to the wing, and Nasri faced Kyle Walker one-on-one with the ball.

As if he understood that he couldn't get through, he created an angle and then directly passed the ball to the middle.

The ball was cleared by Mertesacker at the back post, but at the second spot, David Silva raised his left leg to meet the ball, ready to volley it.

"Shh!"

At the critical moment, Mahel rushed out from his side, kicked the ball away and passed it to the other side's full-back Sagna.

"Wow!!" A loud roar spread in the venue, and the fans clapped their hands tirelessly again.

"It was actually Maher who completed the destruction! Sagna pushed forward with the ball! Since this is Manchester City's weak side, they invested very few troops and no one could restrict Sagna in the first place!
"Maher turned around and started sprinting again, joining the counterattack! He has now become the soul of this team!
"Sagna! Pass the ball to Walcott! Manchester City has only three defenders behind, Milner has caught up, and Yaya Toure is still some distance away!
"Zabaletta was about to be overtaken by Maher, and there was a gap in his defensive area. He stretched out his hand, and he wanted to pull down Maher who was off the ball!"

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"Boom!"

On the left side, Maher rushed back and joined the counterattack.

The continuous anaerobic sprints made his brain's excitement reach its peak. New strength continued to flow into his limbs, as if there was a raging fire in his body.

"Huff!" His breathing was unusually short, and all he could see was the football in the distance and the opponent's goal.

"Fark! Stop!" Zabaleta looked at the dangerous area in his own backcourt and reached out with difficulty to pull Maher's jersey.

Maher had anticipated this and in his next step he put all his strength into throwing Zabaleta to his left.

"thump.!"

Zabaleta fell to the ground in a mess, and the powerful force made him roll twice on the ground.

"Oh!" The Arsenal fans on the same side stood up again, punched and clapped their hands at Maher, and shouted words of encouragement.

"That's how it should be!"

"Come on!"

"Let them feel your intensity and let Manchester City know what kind of team we are now!"

"Goal!"

Maher could roughly hear it, but he was not distracted. He still paid attention to Walcott's dribbling breakthrough at the far end.

When he realizes that the opponent may be about to cross the ball, he locks his eyes on the opponent's ankle to determine the approximate direction and landing point of his pass.

"Oh!"

Walcott twisted his hips and waist, using this to drive his ankles to send a high-altitude cross to the middle.

"Van Persie! Van Persie!" Kompany, who was at the front point, immediately pointed behind him, signaling Lescott to pay attention to Van Persie's movements.

He looked back and unexpectedly saw that Mahel had bypassed the middle and rushed towards his defense zone.

What does this person want to do? !

Kompany immediately lowered his center of gravity and subconsciously reached out to grab Mahel with one hand, trying to push him out of the danger area.

He quickly turned his head to judge the height of the football and felt relieved. There was almost no chance that the ball would be headed in from the front point. How high would that require?

"Deng deng deng deng!"

Maher rushed to the front position, he took a deep breath and pushed off the ground hard, first relying on his legs and core strength to jump up, then bursting out his core strength in the air, and finally holding up his body while staying in the air waiting for the ball.

A header in the air!

He's going to explode directly at the front point!
Kompany looked up at the sky, and when he saw the height of Maher's head, his eyes froze, as if he knew what would happen next.

"Bang!!"

After staying in the air for a few tenths of a second, the football flew in front of Maher's forehead. He hunched his chest and abdomen, burst out with strength from the air again, and pushed the football hard.

"Swish!" The football hit the net on Joe Hart's right side like a cannonball. He remained indifferent throughout, just like his most trusted defender Kompany.

“Wow!!”

"Aaahhh!!"

"Mael!!"

"bomber!"

"king!!"

"Very beautiful!!"

When earth-shaking cheers broke out at the Emirates Stadium, Kompany, Joe Hart and others were all dumbfounded, standing there with their hands on their hips looking at Maher's back.

Yaya Toure and Nasri, who had just caught up, also looked shocked. As professional players, they knew best what it meant to jump from this height and score a header in mid-air.

There are definitely no more than 5 active players in the world who can deliver such a header!
In today's championship match, Maher actually opened the scoring in such a violent way!

One can imagine how encouraged the Arsenal players will be and how motivated they will be to fight.

Not only them, but even Van Persie, Arteta and others in the penalty area opened their mouths and looked up in admiration before turning around and chasing after Maher.

"Yeahhh!!"

After landing, Maher spread his arms and rushed to the corner flag area on the left side of the court. His face was full of ecstasy, his blood was boiling, and his upper limbs could not stop shaking.

He kept shouting until his last breath was exhausted, then he took a deep breath of fresh air, paused, patted his chest and shouted again, "Come on!! Come on!!"

One to zero!

Be the first to take the lead!

Closer to the championship!
This time he couldn't do anything cool. Dopamine and endorphins filled his entire brain, making him want to vent uncontrollably.

He slid down passionately on the grass, and with both hands, he made a bow-drawing motion like shooting an eagle, while showing his joyful face at the highlight moment of his life to the camera on the sidelines, "Boom!"

After standing up, he turned around and hugged Van Persie and Walcott who were rushing over.

"Well done!" Van Persie put his hand around Maher's head, "They are no match for you! You scare them!"

"39 goals."

Walcott high-fived him and said happily: "Go for 40 goals! As long as you achieve this goal, we will definitely win the championship!"

"Collect 40 fragments to exchange for a championship trophy?" Arteta also came over and joked with a smile.

The group then turned to look at the stands, raised their hands and shouted with the fans, "Champions! Champions!"

When they finished celebrating and turned to leave, Maher's celebration was not over yet. He was finally calm enough to perform the celebration moves he had thought of before the game.

He pulled out the corner flagpole, pushed the side with the flag against his armpit, and used the pole head as a sniper barrel, aiming at a place in the box area of ​​Zone A.

"Boom!"

He fired a shot with a smile. This sniper rifle celebration was stolen from Neymar.

As a veteran CSGO player, Neymar often likes to make some game-related celebration moves to create a dream connection.

He probably doesn’t like playing games that much now, so there’s nothing we can do about it, this classic celebration move will have to become Maher’s.

"Goodbye, young man, draw your bow! Not afraid of the years or the wind!!"

In the broadcasting studio, Zhan Jun's hoarse but passionate voice rang out: "Leon Maher, this player full of passion and courage! He scored the first goal for Arsenal in the championship game!

“This is his 39th goal in his first Premier League season! The number of goals he has created is really approaching 60+!
"Leading 1-0! Will this goal help Arsenal win the championship trophy tonight?! Let's wait and see!"

He wanted to stop there, but after hearing the waves of shock in the stadium, he couldn't help but continue to roar: "The Arsenal fans who are here today are happy! They can be in joy early! Continue to watch the game with strong hope!

"The broadcast camera was pointed at them, and we saw the stands packed with fans! Many fans were on the verge of tears, and they could only suppress their emotions by constantly gasping for breath.

"Ah, this is Queen Elizabeth and Prince Charles, they also clapped their hands to celebrate this goal!

"What is Prince Charles talking about? I guess it has something to do with Mahel! He made himself extremely outstanding today!

“Tom Brady was also clapping his hands. I wonder how Maher’s explosive physical fitness compares to that of a football player?

"The camera is focused on Mendes again. The beautiful woman holding a child and celebrating next to him must be Maher's long-rumored girlfriend."

"Hehe." Zhang Lu said jokingly, "Is this Maer's child?"

"Haha! It shouldn't be! If this is his child, it would be bad!"

"He's driving a Bugatti on the touchline! He's doing the swan dance on the back line!"

After the restart, Arsenal fans played the "Mael Song", which made the Manchester City players, who were eager to counterattack, confused and often made passing errors and could not pose any threat.

This made Mancini very helpless, as he came here today with the purpose of winning.

The Italian turned around and looked at the red and white stands, folding his arms with a melancholy look in his eyes, as if he had realized that the game was over.

Arsenal already has a stronger fighting spirit than them, and their fans will also give them great support today. In this situation, if the opponent scores a goal first, it will be difficult to catch up.

"what!"

In the 31st minute of the game, with a scream in the backcourt, Clichy lay on the ground and did not get up for a long time.

This was a non-confrontational injury. Perhaps he felt there was no hope and wanted to leave the field pretending to be injured, not wanting to watch Arsenal get closer to the championship step by step.

Mancini looked at the team doctors examining Clichy, wanting to get a result from them.

When he saw the team doctor turned his head with a complicated expression and couldn't make any gestures, he somewhat resigned himself to his fate.

"Kolarov!"

Mancini turned around and asked Kolarov to warm up, then came to the bench and said, "If anyone wants to play, you can raise your hand and tell me. I can replace you after the halftime break."

Manchester City's substitutes looked at him in astonishment, then understood their coach and many of them raised their hands.

"Oh!" Cheers once again resounded throughout the Emirates Stadium, and Arsenal's threatening attack seemed to be coming again.

Mancini turned his head and saw Maher dribbled past Zabaleta, cut to the middle and passed the ball without stopping, sending a surgical pass that tore open Manchester City's defense.

At the back point, Sagna rushed into the side of the penalty area, received the ball and shot the ball without being marked.

Mancini turned around in advance, he knew there was no need to look.

But just because he is not nervous doesn't mean the players on the field are not nervous.

"Aim for the middle!"

In the penalty area, Maher saw Sagna was about to shoot from the far corner again and couldn't help but give a reminder.

Sometimes you still have to believe in metaphysics. This ball seemed to be a sure thing, but if Sagna kicked the ball out of the baseline, it would be over.

"Oh!"

Sagna was stunned for a moment before shooting, then changed the position of the ball and tried to hit the ball towards the middle.

"Swish!" The football flew low, twenty centimeters above the ground, and hit the side net in the far corner squarely.

"Hit?!" Sagna discovered a new world, his eyes lit up, and he immediately spread his arms and ran towards Maher. The ball went in!
Two to zero!
One step closer!
"Yeah!!" The earth-shaking roar echoed throughout the entire stadium. The fans had a passion that was different from the past, and tens of thousands of people stood up in unison.

"Smoky Tai Sui! Burning King Kong!! Sagna scores another goal for Arsenal!"

In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun laughed and shouted, "Two to zero! The victory is more secure! The breakthrough assist from Maher!
"Congratulations to Sagna for scoring his third goal of the season and to Mahre for his 3th assist in the Premier League!
"This also ties the single-season assist record of their team legend, Henry!
“Mind you, this is also the assist record in the Premier League!

"Mael at the end of the season was so scary! Every step forward he took seemed to break a record or raise a record!
"Both his goals and assists surpassed Henry! Now, I think everyone can say that his performance in the first season surpassed Henry's peak!

"Arsenal fans no longer have to miss the legendary No. 14, a legendary No. 7 will soon wave to them carrying the Premier League championship trophy!
"Where will he go? Where will he lead this team?!"

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"nice shot!!"

On the field, Maher watched the football go into the net, then he bent his body and jumped up on the spot.

He then glanced at Wenger on the sidelines and found that the professor was high-fiving Philip and others.

"Sania!" He looked at Sania who was rushing towards him and pointed to the sidelines. "Go over there and celebrate. Go tell him that we got it!"

The team leader Sagna glanced at the coaching bench, then nodded and ran over.

Mahel ran after him, and he couldn't stop smiling. He was very sure about what he would accomplish today.

"Pa!" Sagna high-fived the professor on the sidelines, then clenched his fist and looked at the court, "Wow!!"

Wenger wore a brand new black coat today, with a dark red tie and a light blue shirt underneath, which looked like something he had carefully prepared for the trophy ceremony.

He and Sagna smiled and looked at Maher, the young man who helped them win the championship with one goal and one assist.

When Maher was more than ten meters away from him, he couldn't help but raise his left hand, waiting to high-five with the other party.

"Mr. Wenger."

Unexpectedly, when Maher came up, he didn't notice his invitation to high-five. He just hugged him and joked, "Are you ready to dance? With Philip and Hans, or solo?"

"Haha!" Wenger retracted his left hand and said proudly: "Solo, I came prepared today."

"That's good."

Maher patted his shoulder and turned to look at Hans. "Today is such an important day, don't you have any celebrations planned?"

"Of course."

Hanston's face turned red, and even his empty head turned red. He pointed at his feet and said, "When the game is over, if we win, I will wear the pair of sneakers you gave me and run onto the court to kick the game ball away."

Maher smiled and shook his head, pushing him. “Too easy! And you may not be able to grab it better than others.”

"I can't think of anything else."

Hans smiled and pointed to a spot, saying, "All members of the Arsenal U18 team are there. I will kick the ball there and let my players feel the joy of winning the championship together."

Maher looked in the direction he pointed, nodded and said nothing, then turned and ran towards the court.

He spontaneously raised his arms and waved them toward the sky a few times.

The first major team honor and a £400 million bonus are coming!
After this goal, the first half of the game ended quickly and players from both sides returned to the locker room to rest.

"Ha ha.!"

"Yeah!"

In front of the dejected figures of Manchester City players, Arsenal players ran into the player tunnel ecstatically, playing and joking, and many of them waved in front of Nasri.

This made the French midfielder's face darken, and he lowered his head and curled his lips with mixed feelings.

"We are the championsWe are the champions!!!"

When Maher came on the pitch in the second half, he found that the Arsenal fans in the stadium had already started singing Queen's championship song and began to celebrate in advance.

There was a glitter in his eyes, and he waved his hands and sang along with them, while looking towards a part of the stands where there were dozens of banners about him.

Before the first half, he saw that the banner had two blank pages, but now there was only one.

There was a banner that looked like a ghost painting, which should be a new painting of his shooting action when he scored 39 goals.

He laughed with joy. In the second half, he would try to fill that last blank page with content.

"Beep!"

The referee then blew the whistle for the second half, Van Persie sent a center circle ball to Arsenal, and the team began to pass the ball from the backcourt.

“Shala Laaah. Shala Laaah!!”

All the fans stood up and jumped shoulder to shoulder to create a good atmosphere for the game. Unless they were too tired, they would keep jumping like this until the end of the game.

"Beep!"

In the 55th minute of the game, Manchester City made two substitutions, Nasri and Aguero were replaced by Pizarro and Davis.

"嘡啷!"

Six minutes later, Maher's violent shot hit the crossbar, and all the Arsenal fans held their heads in regret, "Ah!"

When the game time passed 70 minutes, the scene was already in full swing and everyone was on the verge of exploding.

At the 82nd minute, Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Charles also stood up, clapping their hands and waiting for the final whistle.

"Oh!"

"Snapped!"

In the 87th minute, Mahel's shot from inside was saved by Joe Hart. He did not feel any regret, but turned around to look at the time on the scoreboard immediately.

Seeing that the game was about to end, he high-fived and hugged Van Persie beside him, and was fully prepared to celebrate.

The mood of all Arsenal players was not right. Many of them no longer focused on the game, and a sense of impetuousness appeared in everyone.

They have waited too long!

Before the corner kick was taken, Maher came to the top of the penalty area and noticed that the Manchester City players seemed to have given up the game. Everyone numbly entered the penalty area to defend and no one stayed outside the penalty area.

opportunity!

He raised his head and signaled to Rosicky who was about to serve. He was not sure whether the other party saw it or not. He just stood there, lowered his center of gravity and prepared himself.

"Oh!"

Rosicky's corner kick was taken, but the ball did not go towards the small penalty area and did not reach any height.

This was a half-high ball. The football bounced a little in the middle, and its direction was just outside the penalty area!
Maher became excited as he looked at the incoming ball. He took a deep breath and shifted his center of gravity to his left leg. His body also leaned toward this side, while his right leg swung up like a scimitar.

"Bang!!"

The scimitar chopped the incoming ball sideways, causing the ball to change direction and carry a stronger speed, all the way to the upper right corner of the goal.

In the middle position, Sagna was on the ball path, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid changing the ball path again.

Joe Hart once again stood there without any reaction. In fact, when he saw the ball coming, the ball had already reached above the small penalty area.

There was no possibility for him to save such a magical shot.

"Swish!" A crisp sound of the football hitting the net was heard, and the football hit the ten-point corner heavily, causing the net to move backwards.

The ball went in again!

Three to zero!
"AaahhhYeahhh!!!" More than 50,000 Arsenal fans shouted hysterically. This was definitely the goal that sealed the victory. The championship was in our hands!

"Ohhhhaha!!" The cheers from outside the stadium soon came in and merged with the sounds on the scene.

They probably hadn't seen the goal happen on the broadcast, but just by listening to the sounds at the Emirates Stadium, they could tell that Arsenal had scored.

"Ma-ehl! Ma-ehl!"

The fans in the stadium then shouted Maher's name, and they were telling the outside world who was leading them to victory!

"It's in again this time! Fairy from the sky!! Slash in the air!!"

In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun was full of admiration and a little dumbfounded, "Mael scored his 40th league goal! He is the first player to have his goal tally begin with the number 4 since the founding of the Premier League!!
"In the same game, he achieved 40 goals and 20 assists! He achieved 60+! This is definitely an important day for the players!
"There is no doubt that Arsenal will win the 14th top league title in their history! It is also the 4th Premier League title in the Wenger era!
"Seven years of perseverance finally paid off at this moment! I recommend everyone to read the long article in The Guardian. After reading it, you will know why Arsenal blossomed so brilliantly this time!"

"."

The Emirates Stadium was brightly lit, with dozens of spotlights illuminating every corner of the stadium.

But everyone's eyes were all fixed on one person, as if he had stolen all the limelight.

"champion!"

In the VIP area, Isabella placed Ava on the ground, clapping and jumping as she hugged her bestie Aisha, then clapped and high-fived Safina.

Seeing Maher lead Arsenal to win the championship in this way, the pride in her heart was indescribable. She wished she could appear in the stadium right now and give Maher a passionate kiss.

"This ball?!"

Jose turned to look at Harry, Davis and the others in admiration, and they then hugged each other tightly and brought Lewis in as well.

"We're going to win!" Davis looked at the time and was about to burst into tears. "I knew that if we followed him, we would win everything!"

"That's right, that's right!"

Harry's face also lit up, and he exclaimed, "What a crazy season! The double championship is really achieved!"

Jose pulled Lewis over again and jumped up with the old man, "Come on! Share his glory!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Compared to them, Mendes seemed more restrained and just clapped his hands in place.

But if one notices the ripples in his eyes, one will understand that he is not as calm as he appears to be.

40 goals!

20 assists!

Carabao Cup + Premier League champion!

Mendes can now be sure that the photo taken when he signed the contract with Maher will become a classic photo in his career as an agent, and their cooperation will definitely be passed down as a good story.

"Keep flying." His body trembled slightly, and he murmured, "I will be behind you and take care of everything for you. Come on, come on."

"suffer!"

In front of them, Prince William laughed and raised his hands, then hugged Kate and kissed her, then turned and high-fived Beckham.

"I thought I could only see it once, but I saw it twice."

He seemed very excited, as if immersed in the Emirates Stadium at the moment, "Now I know why Beckham said he is the best."

"Haha." Beckham laughed a few times and looked at the figure running in celebration on the court, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

"I have a question." Prince William turned his head to look at him again and asked, "This may be a difficult question to answer. I'm sorry in advance. Will he become a superstar of your level?"

Beckham shook his head. He didn't think the question was difficult to answer. He immediately said, "It depends on which aspect. In terms of strength, he has far surpassed me. He is the best in the history of this league."

“So great?”

Prince William understood what he meant and didn't ask any more questions. He turned his head and looked forward to observe Queen Elizabeth.

"Queen." Princess Kate was more sensible than him and had already leaned over to ask, "Was the game good? Were you happy?"

"Yeah," Queen Elizabeth nodded heavily and looked at the court and said, "It's very nice. I know Maher. He is so outstanding."

Everyone laughed with her. Prince Charles beside her supported her and wanted her to sit down in her seat, but was rejected.

"I'll wait and see. It's almost over. It won't be easy for Wenger to succeed again."

Elizabeth had met Wenger several times a long time ago, not just about football, she had always been concerned about the situation of her old friend.

"what!"

A little in front of them, Kardashian and her bestie stood up, hugged, and celebrated enthusiastically.

"He's so great! It's unbelievable!" Kardashian has some knowledge of sports, and even if she doesn't know the specific rules of football, she can still appreciate it.

Anyone can see how beautiful and cool the ball just now is!
"I told you so!" her best friend smiled. "He's the best in London! And the best in the UK!"

Kardashian smiled and nodded, with strong interest in her eyes. "I believe you more now. He has the potential to become one of the most profitable athletes! He is more outstanding at the age of 18 than many people are at the age of 30."

"We have to find a way to get to know him. Do you have any good ideas?"

"No." Her best friend shook her head and said helplessly: "If I had a way, I would have met him a long time ago."

"No, no, no!"

Kardashian was very anxious, clapping her hands and thinking of a solution. "Invite him to film an episode? How about that? It would be legitimate and wouldn't cause any controversy."

"Of course you can." Her bestie nodded and reminded her, "But be prepared to spend a lot of money. He is very expensive now. I estimate that it will cost about 200 million US dollars to shoot the show.

"Besides, there are very few off-field scandals involving players. Considering his image and other issues, whether his agent will accept it is also a question."

Kardashian didn't say anything else, but just kept looking at the court. After the game, she was deeply attracted to the handsome young talent.

Maybe she doesn't expect anything to happen between them, but just expects to get to know him in advance.

"Aaahhhh!!"

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of fans off the field, Maher ran to the sidelines in ecstasy, closed his eyes in ecstasy, tore off his Arsenal jersey, and kissed the team's logo.

It is certain that they will lift the 11-12 English Premier League championship trophy later!

He scored 40 goals and provided 20 assists for the team in the Premier League!
The fans have been cheering for him since the first game until the end of the season, and cheering until this moment!
He deeply loves this team, the fans here, and even this city.

He finally, finally, brought a very important championship here!

"Bang bang bang!!"

After Maher opened his eyes, he pounded the team badge on his chest and shouted ecstatically to the fans in the stands, "Vamos!!"

Then he looked at a part of the stadium where fans had raised their banners again, and he noticed that someone was writing on the last blank page.

With a happy smile on his face, he waved his hand in that direction, then he remembered something, waved to his teammates who were rushing up, and ran at full speed towards Wenger on the sidelines.

Just like at the beginning of the season, when he was still more than ten meters away from Wenger, he stretched out his right hand and slowly slowed down.

He saw the radiant look on Wenger's face, the joy in the corners of his mouth and eyes, and he also saw the other party stretch out his right hand.

"Snapped!"

The two men clapped their right hands together heavily, and then hugged each other tightly.

"We did it!" Maher shouted in Wenger's ear, and he felt the professor's body tremble.

"Yes, we did it." Wenger didn't say anything else, but just repeated Maher's words with a trembling voice. No one knew what he felt at the moment except himself.

Maher quickly turned away to celebrate with his teammates, then ran to his position, waiting for the moment when the game was truly over.

Wenger stayed where he was, first taking off his jacket, then putting it back on, and adjusting his sleeves and tie.

Then he went to the mirror next to the coach's seat and started to fix his hair.

"One minute of extra time in the second half!" The DJ in the stadium quickly announced the extra time of the game, and the fourth official also raised the extra time card.

Wenger walked to the sidelines and stood for a while, then paced back and forth, then walked to the coaching seat to drink water, and after drinking, he repeated the previous action.

He could no longer calm down and just wanted time to go faster. This minute was definitely one of the longest minutes in Wenger's life.

When the game passed 90+1 minutes, Wenger noticed that the referee had not blown the whistle yet, and his face showed anxiety, and he spread his hands towards the fourth official beside him.

Seeing that the fourth official ignored him, he stepped forward again, ready to argue with him.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

Suddenly, a whistle as pleasant as a silver bell echoed throughout the stadium, as if triggering some kind of mechanism.

"AaahhhAhaAha!!"

"Wow!!"

The open-air Emirates Stadium was erupting with a sound of at least 130 decibels. No other football stadium was as enthusiastic as this one. The fans created a sense of overwhelming vibration just by shouting.

Wenger suddenly stopped where he was, turned his head sharply and looked at the field. He saw Arsenal players either kneeling or lying down, all pointing their hands to the sky or waving their arms and shouting.

"we are the champion!"

"Great Champion!!"

"Win the championship without losing!!"

"Yeah!"

He then noticed Philip, Hans and others rushing forward, as well as several players wearing substitute vests.

"Huff. Huff!"

Wenger didn't know why he was still standing there in a daze. His breathing became heavy and a sense of release he had never felt before appeared around him.

His eyes were red, and a mixture of emotions such as grievance, happiness, and relief made his eyes sore.

In the past seven seasons, he has experienced too much humiliation and betrayal, unwillingness and loneliness. His heart breaks every night before going to bed, and he gets up the next day and stitches it up again to continue facing reality.

But now, he was absolutely sure that his heart was completely repaired.

“Plop! Plop!”

Not only that, it also beats violently for the team, for Maher who led the team to victory, and beats the rhythm for their celebration!

Arsenal are the champions!!

Wenger clenched his fists tightly, leaned back and shouted, "Yeah!!"

His facial features were squeezed together, allowing the photographer to capture the wrinkles on his face.

After a long shout, he took a step forward, rushed to the court and joined the collective celebration.

Behind him, his old rival Mancini, who was waiting to shake hands with him, smiled with relief after seeing this scene and walked towards the player tunnel.

"Oh oh oh!!"

In the passionate Emirates Stadium, the shouting did not stop or even weaken as the fans set off red and white smoke bombs and lit the fireworks sticks in their hands in a frenzy.

"Crackle, crackle!" Countless bright lights flashed in the stands, and red mist immediately gushed out and gathered in the sky.

"Go, go, go!"

"champion!!"

“Let’s celebrate!”

"It's been 7 years! Hahahaha! Hahaha!! It's been 7 years! Ah! Do you know how I got through these 7 years?!"

"Thank you Wenger! Thank you Maher!!"

When scattered fans rushed into the stadium roaring, those fans holding smoke bombs also rushed into the stadium, and the venue suddenly became filled with smoke.

Manchester City players ran quickly to the player tunnel. On the one hand, they didn't want to appear out of place here, and on the other hand, they were afraid of being attacked by extreme fans.

At the last moment before entering the player tunnel, Nasri couldn't help but look back and take a deep look at the grand scene in the stadium.

At this moment, deep regret appeared in his eyes. If he had stayed, he would not have left quickly like a rat crossing the street, but would have celebrated here with the fans.

Uncontrollably, tears welled up in his eyes, making him lose control of his emotions.

When he looked back again, he saw Klish, who was already in tears, leaning against the wall of the passage, crying bitterly with his lips pursed.

This intensified Nasri's emotions, causing him to clench his teeth and his body to twitch.

Once upon a time, his and Clichy's dream was to help this team win the Premier League, but unfortunately they did not accomplish it and ended up on the opposite side of the club.

Mael. This name, which once made them hate it to the extreme, actually made them feel a little bit of admiration at this moment.

Nasri walked towards the player tunnel. After entering the player tunnel, he heard Clichy's voice beside him intermittently: "Celebrate well, Arsene."

He took Klich's shoulder and quickly took him away from here. All this had nothing to do with them anymore.

"Buzz!"

In the dark sky, a completely white glider flew by, unfurling a long banner - "11-12 Season Premier League Champions - Arsenal!!"

Everything near the Emirates Stadium seemed to be filled with an atmosphere of joy.

"Chi chi chi!!"

"Papa.!"

Soon, thousands of fans gathered in the venue. The smoke bombs they set off shot straight into the sky, and together with the crackling fireworks on the scene, they concretized the excitement of the moment.

In the center of the venue, Maher and Van Persie clapped and hugged each other to celebrate. Hundreds of Arsenal fans had gathered around them, but no one disturbed them.

"You deserve great credit!"

Van Persie's nose was very sour, and he couldn't hold back tears after saying the first sentence, "Maybe if you don't come again, I will leave here. But now, I won't leave!"

Maher said nothing, just patted him on the shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief.

The third championship of career is here!
This season is finally coming to an end. As long as they remain unbeaten in the last two games, they will win the double championship and have a perfect ending!

At this moment, looking around the entire stadium, he felt like he was looking down on everyone.

In the past season, they are undoubtedly the best team in London, the best team in the whole of England, and the overlord of the Premier League!
It has not been easy to get to where they are now. Next, it is time for them to challenge the whole of Europe and the world!
"call!"

Maher let out a long breath, put an arm on Van Persie's shoulder, and enjoyed the fireworks feast with him.

"Mael!"

"bring it on!"

"Lift them up!"

"what!"

The two stood like this for a long time until they were lifted above the heads of the fans who rushed over and quickly moved around the field in the excitement.

"Hahaha!"

Van Persie pointed at Maher in the air and said with a smile: "King! You must wear the crown later! This season belongs to you!"

"Let's both wear it together!" Maher pointed at him with great joy, and then said, "Let Mr. Wenger wear it once, he must have been blessed for a long time."

"Yes!" Van Persie nodded, took off his clothes surrounded by fans, and raised his hands naked.

Maher grabbed the shoulders of the fans who were holding him up, a little afraid of falling down.

Looking at the stadium from a different angle, he still had a slightly different feeling. He captured more clearly the various people at that moment. He saw countless people crying with joy, countless people waving their team flags, and Mr. Wenger being lifted up.

"Ha ha.!"

He finally laughed twice and raised his hands and waved them. The joy of all the victories and goals this season were superimposed on each other at this moment and doubled into his heart!

In the English football world in 2012, there was no Aguero’s 9320, but only Maher’s 60+ data, leading Arsenal to win the championship undefeated!
30 wins and 6 draws!
This will be a legendary record, the highest number of wins in a single season in English football!
On this day, the main theme of North London is to celebrate, celebrate and celebrate again!!
(End of this chapter)