Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 212: The Best! Championship Parade Celebration! Carnival Day! Season Ends! (End of this Volume)

While Arsenal fans were celebrating wildly, the staff on the field set up a small podium in front of the player tunnel.

It is called a podium, but in fact it is more like an advertising wall. All the sponsors' logos of the event and the team appear here. Dozens of reporters are waiting nearby with their cameras set up, and the scene is very lively.

What will be held here soon is the award ceremony for this season's Premier League individual awards.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

A female host stood here with a script in hand, and her voice immediately permeated the entire Emirates Stadium, attracting everyone's attention.

"A brilliant season has passed! Now, it's time for us to focus on those outstanding players!
"In 38 rounds, 380 matches, and a total of 34562 minutes of competition time! A total of 527 top players have stepped onto this field, and the best among them will be awarded the title of the best!

"This is the highest honor! The player who receives it will become a role model for the new generation of football players and the object of pursuit for others!"

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The Arsenal players, who were originally dancing happily on the other side, turned around and looked at her with a smile and clapped their hands, then moved towards the podium one after another.

Many people turned their eyes to Maher. Everyone knew that this year's individual award ceremony would most likely be his personal show.

He will achieve countless personal achievements here and become the most dazzling player this season!

"Where's the assist king?" Van Persie turned to Arteta, who was holding his phone, and asked curiously, "David Silva's or his? Or both of them?"

"David Silva's."

Arteta raised his shoulders with a hint of regret and showed his phone to Van Persie, "He scored one goal and made two assists in the last round of the league, bringing his assists to 1."

"Ah," Van Persie sighed regretfully, and turned back to pinch Maher's shoulder, "We were only one goal away from winning the game. Will you blame us for wasting your pass?"

Maher didn’t know why he thought this way, and said with a slightly ridiculous smile: “No, scoring a goal is a low-probability event, and I have wasted many opportunities.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. I can only say that my focus this season is different and my strength is not enough to support me to easily win both events."

Having said that, he was actually a little surprised that D. Silva actually got 21 assists this season.

This is a record-breaking assist result. It seems that after losing the championship, D.'s mentality has changed to a certain extent. He tried desperately to achieve something this season, and he succeeded in doing so.

Maher doesn't feel any regret, as he will definitely win the Golden Boot and will most likely win the Best Player award.

In this case, losing to the top player D. in the assists list by only 1 goal is not shameful at all.

Or to put it another way, the data of 43 goals and 20 assists in a single season no longer needs the title of assist king. This is the best and most optimal data, and any one of them alone is also the best!
Of course, in order to realize his Grand Slam dream, the assist king award must be his goal next season.

By then, his abilities in all aspects will surely be stronger than they are now, and his way of playing will also change after he comes up with new skills. It will be no problem for him to score more goals and make more assists.

Even if D.席 can continue his hot form this season, he is confident that he can defeat him and achieve this achievement!

What's more, it is extremely difficult for players to maintain their form. Only Melo and a few others can do this.

It is even rarer to find someone like him who not only maintains his form but also performs better and better.

"The first award to be presented is the Golden Boot Award, which is an official award that is only produced once and the trophy will be placed at the Emirates Stadium before the game."

On the podium, the hostess cast her eyes on the Arsenal players and finally locked onto Maher, "Because everyone knows that this season's Premier League top scorer can only be an Arsenal player!
"Let us welcome with the warmest applause and cheers the super striker who scored 43 goals this season and won the Golden Boot in a record-breaking manner.

“Maehl!!”

"Ahhhaaa!!" Arsenal fans at the Emirates Stadium stood up and shouted loudly, and many Norwich fans also clapped their hands with appreciation.

"Clap, clap, clap!" Arsenal players, coaching staff, staff and others in the stadium all smiled and applauded Maher.

All the cameras were aimed at Mahel, capturing his expression and every move from every angle.

Maher smiled and hugged everyone around him who was congratulating him.

"I am convinced." Van Persie said this during the hug. There was no disappointment in his eyes, only admiration for his teammate.

"Congratulations!" Arteta simply congratulated, "The top scorer in the top league at the age of 18!"

Mertesacker was different from the others. He joked: "I will use the Golden Boot to make wine later."

"Oh," Maher shook his head in disgust, "I can't accept it. If you want to do that, I can lend it to you."

Mertesacker smiled and waved his hands, obviously not wanting to do it either, "I don't think it's necessary."

Maher patted him and finally walked over to Mr. Wenger, high-fiving and hugging the old professor.

"Take it back and keep it well. You know, everyone at Arsenal knows that it was that pair of boots that won the championship, the unbeaten season and the 100 points."

Wenger said a lot of things in Maher's ear, and he expressed his gratitude to Maher for his contribution on behalf of all Arsenal people.

"I will keep it well." Maher nodded and smiled before going on stage: "This will not be the last one, and I don't just mean the Golden Boot."

Wenger clapped and laughed like everyone else, but his emotions were definitely stronger than others.

Just like that, Maher stepped onto the podium, stood in front of dozens of cameras, and greeted the fans in front of the TV with a smile.

"Before the award ceremony, I want to ask a question." The female host came up to him with the script and said with a cute smile, "Did you ever think that you would win this trophy last August?"

"I thought about it."

Maher nodded without hesitation and said truthfully: “I did dream of winning the Premier League Golden Boot the following year after winning the Championship Golden Boot.

"But I probably didn't expect at the time that I would not only win it, but also win it by breaking the record by scoring 43 goals."

The hostess’s smile became even bigger. She didn’t waste any time and pointed the finger holding the script to the back, “Let’s invite a special award presenter to present this trophy to Maher!

"Welcome Thierry Henry!! He came all the way from the United States just waiting for this moment!"

After another round of cheers, Henry walked out of the player tunnel holding the Golden Boot trophy. He had a smile on his face, with pride and emotion, as if he was remembering the first time he won the Golden Boot in this stadium.

After reaching the podium, he took two steps at a time and handed the Golden Boot to Maher. "I know you can't wait. Enjoy and savor this trophy. This is the highest honor for a shooter."

After Maher received the trophy, his hands sank slightly. He didn't expect that the Premier League Golden Boot was so heavy.

He didn't rush to ask if it was pure gold, but greeted Henry first, "Why did you rush here so suddenly? You must be exhausted from such a round trip, right?"

"Haha." Henry smiled, shook his head and raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm here to receive my Premier League championship medal, why would I feel tired?

"Bergkamp, ​​Ljungberg and the others envy me so much that I can join a miracle team when I am about to retire and share 100 points of success with you.

"It's my good fortune, and I have to be here to tell you, man, what you guys have accomplished this season is amazing."

He spread his hands, walked up to Maher with emotion and hugged him again. Then, without staying for long, he walked off the stage and walked towards Wenger. They seemed to have a lot to say.

"Ok!"

The female host returned to the stage, and after coming to Maher's side, she put down the microphone and leaned in close to him and said, "I saw some doubt in your eyes just now. Are you wondering if the trophy is made of pure gold?

"I can answer this for you, yes, but it doesn't matter to you right now, right?"

Maher's eyes lit up, and he took another look at the Golden Boot trophy in his hand. "It's still very important. A trophy made of pure gold is more exquisite, more substantial, and more suitable for collection."

He knew what the host meant was that this little bit of gold was not enough to attract him, and that was true. From the moment he held the trophy in his hands, he received a bonus of 150 million pounds from Puma.

But the value of the 'Golden' Boot is not just this little bit of gold. For him, this is the best way to summarize his 43 goals!

Because gold is the scarcest and most expensive precious metal in circulation.

When it appears in such a form, in a way, what it represents is the best!

The hostess nodded with a smile on her face. She understood what Maher meant.

Turning her head to look at the tens of thousands of expectant eyes at the scene, she said nothing else, picked up the microphone and got back to the point, "Now, let's congratulate the top scorer of the Premier League in the 11-12 season!"

"Yeahhhh!" Deafening shouts rang out, and fans either raised their hands high, or took out their mobile phones to record the game, and some even raised the replica Golden Boots they had prepared long ago.

In the visiting team's dugout, Neil and a few other Norwich players had not left yet.

They also clapped their hands to pay tribute to Maher.

The moment the final whistle blew, Neil stepped down from the position of head coach of the team. Now, he was just congratulating Mahel as an old man who had known him for a long time.

"How many goals did he score against Norwich last season?" he asked, looking at Hoolahan next to him.

"I can't remember clearly." Hoolahan shook his head and gave a rough idea, "It should be no more than 3 goals. The first time I saw him, I didn't feel that he had any strength. The second time I realized what kind of player he was."

Neil nodded, then suddenly smiled, "Looking at it this way, in four matches against Norwich, he only scored 4-5 goals, which is about the same as his average goal efficiency."

"So." Hoolahan looked at him, not knowing what he meant.

"So our Norwich's defense has always been at the average level in the Premier League." Neil said this with amusement. He didn't really think so, but he just felt it at the moment.

"Haha." Hulahan laughed out loud. He knew it was a joke, and he also knew that Neil was not only grateful to Mahel, but also admired him.

Just like that, in front of tens of thousands of people at the scene and tens of millions of people watching the live broadcast on TV, Maher proudly raised the Golden Boot above his head and shook his arms.

While being crowned the Premier League's top scorer, he was also crowned the Premier League's top scorer in a single season!

"Oh!" Dozens of fans rushed out of the bar street outside the Emirates Stadium and cheered along with the Arsenal fans passing by on the street.

"Mael! Mahel! Mahel!!" They shouted the players' names and then sang the players' song in unison, "Ding ding ding ding! I have a friend.!"

At this moment, they experienced the glory of being the top scorer together with the players!

They also raised their heads proudly, because they knew that Arsenal fans were the envy of fans of all teams in the world at that time!
In Jones Bar on the corner, there was already cheering in front of the familiar round table.

Seeing everything settled, Jones stood up with a red face, holding up the betting slip in his hand and said, "The players' victory is my victory! It is also the victory of Soha!
"Yes!"

As if he couldn't wait any longer, he rushed out of the bar and ran towards the familiar betting shop across the street.

Many people ran out with him, some to claim their prizes together, and some to share in the good fortune.

The pub owner was also infected. He smiled and took out the car keys and handed them to the staff in the store, saying, "Go to the warehouse and get 20 boxes of Heineken. I have a feeling that Jones will be very crazy today."

"Okay." The employee took the key and turned to drive, glancing at Jones' back on the way.

The pub owner walked back into the bar, looked up at Maher holding the Golden Boot Award on the TV screen, and kept taking deep breaths and shaking his head with mixed emotions.

Jones returned soon after. He had been drinking and was very excited, which made him look crazy. "Come on! Come on!"

Behind him followed countless happy people, all waiting for his celebratory drink.

"boss!"

Jones looked towards the front desk and shouted proudly: “I want you to write a slogan at the door of the store. Before 12 o’clock today, any fans who want to celebrate Maher’s Golden Boot can come into the store and drink Heineken for free!
"I'll pay for everything! I'll pay for whatever they drink, provided they stay in this restaurant!"

"Great!" A burst of cheers rang out here. Many people reserved seats in advance, and many people hurriedly took out their mobile phones to invite relatives and friends.

The tavern owner nodded, smiled, picked up another key from the front desk, and handed it to another clerk, "Go to the warehouse and get 10 more boxes, just in case everyone runs out of wine by the evening."

The clerk agreed with a smile, and before leaving, he couldn't help but ask, "What about me and Jack? Can we both drink for free today?"

The tavern owner laughed twice and said, "I asked you to report the drinks in advance. That's what I meant. We should celebrate together today."

"Yeah!" There was another happy person in Jones Bar, and his voice was intertwined with the shouts in the store.

The pub owner cast his gaze towards the broadcast screen again. To be honest, he did not advocate buying football, which was why he did not go all in with Jones.

Feeling the hustle and bustle in the store at this moment and thinking about the odds of more than fifty times, he seemed to be lamenting not Jones's sudden wealth, but all the miracles that Maher had accomplished beyond his success.

He was not the one favored by people and data analysts of bookmakers, but he went against the current and changed his own destiny while also reversing the fate of Arsenal!
Such a player, even if he leaves the team now, deserves the title of legendary star!

Inside the Emirates Stadium, the host, Maher and the fans interacted for a while before moving the award ceremony forward.

"Now, we move on to the 'Best Player' award."

She glanced at the script, turned around and asked, "Mael, do you know that there are three best player awards in the Premier League?"

“I know.” Maher nodded in confirmation. He has been in the Premier League for a season. If he didn’t know this, all his efforts would have been in vain.

Unlike other leagues, the Premier League not only has the official 'season' best player, but also the 'PFA' best player selected by the Players' Union and the 'FWA' best player selected by the Journalists Association.

Fans have different opinions on which of these three awards is more valuable.

Some people think that FWA is the most valuable because before the 'Ballon d'Or' award was announced, FWA generally represented the 'England Footballer of the Year/Ballon d'Or' of that season.

Of course, this is just an older saying that is now outdated.

According to the current selection mechanism, the England Footballer of the Year/Ballon d'Or should be awarded to English players playing around the world, rather than players from around the world playing in England.

Some people also believe that the PFA's best player award is more valuable and is selected by peers, which is fairer and more authoritative.

In short, the official one is usually not presented to the public. This may be because everyone has reasons to hate the FA, and also because this award came out too late.

There is only one way to resolve the dispute over who is the most valuable, and that is to win two major events, or even three major events, and get the Grand Slam of the season's best player!
"Since the beginning of the Premier League, there have been three players who have won all three categories in one season, and one of them has won them twice."

The female host smiled coquettishly and threw the question to Maher, "Leon, do you know who they are?"

Maher winked at her covertly, signaling her to stop asking. He really didn't know who these three players were. If he tried to guess, he might easily say something wrong and cause a dispute.

But seeing that he had no intention of taking back the question, he could only pick up the microphone and answer it anyway.

"Henry?"

This was the first name he mentioned. If there were three players who could take the award, Henry from the 3-03 season should have a place.

"One correct answer!"

The hostess' words made him breathe a sigh of relief. He turned around and looked at the audience, and saw Henry and Wenger with proud smiles on their faces.

"Ronaldo?" He made a second guess, which he had some impression of.

“没错，他曾在06-07与07-08包揽3大项，是唯一一个2夺3大项的球员！”

Maher felt more relaxed. He then guessed: "Drogba?"

The female host shook her head, and he pinched his chin and asked again: "Bergkamp?"

"Pires?"

"Van Persie?!"

When he guessed several names in a row and mentioned Van Persie, the audience burst into laughter, "Hahaha!"

Van Persie also waved his hands and shook his head in embarrassment and hid beside Mertesacker.

Mael laughed loudly towards the sky. He knew that General Fan was not doing that. He was just bullying the other party.

"It's Rooney." The female host finally said a name, and did not let Maher continue to guess. She then continued: "So, Maher, do you know why I asked this question?"

Maher was much more confident this time. He said without thinking, "Because I also won three major events."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Arsenal fans at the Emirates Stadium went wild. This was the result they had been looking forward to, “Aaaahh!”

The hostess did not keep the audience in suspense. She looked at the script and followed the high spirits in the venue and shouted: "Due to his outstanding performance, Maher was unanimously recognized by the official, FWA and PFA!
"In the 11-12 season, he won the Player of the Season, FWA Player of the Season, and PFA Player of the Season at the same time! He won all three best awards!!"

"Pa pa pa pa!" Amidst enthusiastic applause, three emcees came out with three commemorative trophies and came to the front of the stage.

Maher held the Golden Boot between his forearms and chest, taking the official one with his left hand, holding the FWA one between his right thumb and index finger, and the PFA one with his right half.

I can’t hold it again!
4 Grand Prizes!
He laughed heartily, let out a long, relaxed breath, and raised his eyebrows to signal Wenger, Henry, Van Persie and others standing beside him.

This season has been a fruitful one. His room of honors will have 2 more championship trophies, 2 championship medals, 2 League Cup awards, and 4 Premier League awards!
If I were to introduce all the honors he has received now, it would probably take more than 200 words to finish.

"Click, click!" Flashlights kept flashing, and more and more reporters gathered to record this scene.

This reminded Maher of the time when he first started his professional career, when only Sheffield United's team reporters took pictures of him and no one was interested in him.

Later, at the beginning of this season, although he came to this stadium with the title of the devil of the secondary league and aroused a lot of expectations, people did not think he could achieve much success at that time.

Maybe at that time, people thought that if he could score double 5 in Arsenal in the new season, it would be considered passing, and if he could score double 10, it would be like winning the lottery for Arsenal!

Who would have thought that he had broken countless records in the past year, achieved so many accomplishments, and become a true superstar!

Live in the spotlight every day, and be the focus of people's attention as long as you appear!

At this peak moment of his life, figures flashed through Maher's mind one after another.

There is Isabella who is in the stands at this moment, his family, the team members who have been with him along the way, his agent, and Deschamps who is about to start a new journey with him.

But in the end, he still thought of Gilbert, the good brother who was as close to him as a brother in the early days of his career.

When people achieve great success, they always remember how they started and become nostalgic for the people and things of the old days. He is no exception.

When Gilbert returns to the team next season, he will definitely work with him to achieve greater success, sit in the center circle of the stadium with him, and chat and celebrate for hours!
"Thanks!!"

It was difficult for Maher to lift the four trophies in his hands at the same time. He shouted into the microphone of the female host and walked to the stage.

All members of Arsenal already had a bottle of champagne in their hands. When they saw Maher coming down, they pulled out the corks with a sly grin and slowly approached.

As a top shooter, Maher has extremely quick insight and reaction. He quickly turned around and changed direction, running towards the player tunnel.

"Hey hey hey!"

Van Persie, Mertesacker and others laughed sinisterly and started to chase after Maher.

Even Wenger, Hans, Henry and other people in plain clothes chased after Maher without caring about their manners.

Since the players have achieved so many achievements today, they should congratulate him and also officially start the off-court celebration!
After running into the player tunnel first, Maher saw Mendes and Deschamps had already come down from the elevator and were waiting for him.

He quickly came to Mendes and handed him the four trophies in his hand, "Please keep them for me. I'm going back to the locker room first!"

Then, he also winked at Deschamps and said, "Mr. Deschamps, let's meet again during the French team training camp. I look forward to achieving success with you in the intercontinental arena. I'm leaving now!"

Before Mendes could say anything, his arms were filled with the trophy. Deschamps saw how flustered he was and took the Golden Boot trophy to help him share some of the burden.

"Him?" Deschamps looked at Maher's quickly departing figure and shrugged in confusion, "Why are you in such a hurry to go?"

"do not know."

Mendes shook his head and looked down at the three beautifully crafted trophies in his hands. "Maybe we should go into the locker room to celebrate. What else can we do now?"

"Thump, thump, thump!" The sound of spikes hitting the ground was heard, attracting them both to turn their heads and look to the other side.

I saw General Van charging in front with a bottle of champagne, with Mertesacker and Arteta on both sides, and the other players following behind like shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

"Wow!" The two finally understood why Maher ran away. He went back to get champagne because he was afraid that he would have no weapon.

"Click, click!" The sound of flat shoes hitting the ground was heard. Wenger and members of the Arsenal coaching staff also arrived soon after. Their suits made the scene very funny.

"Wow!!" The two men exclaimed louder and louder. They looked in the direction of the locker room and observed two minutes of silence for Maher.

"This trophy is really great." Deschamps lowered his head and looked at the Golden Boot trophy, fearing that he would be classified into Maher's camp and be criticized.

"Yes."

Mendes turned around and pretended to be busy, fiddling with the three trophies in his hands. "They look really nice. Wish him the best."

After Maher rushed into the locker room, he was ready to pick up two bottles of champagne from the side and do it together, but he felt that it was too late.

He saw the cake tower in the middle of the table, and quickly stepped forward to take down the top layer, then turned his head and aimed at the door. "Ahaha!" Van Persie appeared at the door with a smile, and was about to say something when he suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes.

"Snapped!"

The cake thrown by Maher drew a perfect parabola in the air and hit Van Persie in the face, smashing the cream and pastry into pieces.

"Perfect hit!"

"Haha!" The smile did not disappear, but just shifted to Mael's face.

He then ran to the champagne bucket, pulled out a bottle of champagne and opened it as quickly as possible.

Van Persie was stunned for a moment, and after he reacted, he grabbed the cake crumbs on his face, looked around, and slapped them on the faces of Arteta and Mertesacker with a smile.

The left and right bodyguards were hit one after another, and they didn't understand why Van Persie suddenly attacked them.

It was also from this moment that the melee began. Tazigo and Mertesacker ran to the cake tower, grabbed the cakes and threw them at Van Persie and the later members.

"Shh!"

"Snapped!"

Pieces of cake flew back and forth in the locker room. It was as if they were having a snowball fight in a crowded space, except that this time the 'snow' would not melt in a short time, just like their joy.

"Chi chi chi!!"

"Zizzizi!!"

White foam then rose into the sky from multiple places, sweeping in all directions without any blind spots.

Especially after Wenger, Henry and others came in, everyone was completely excited. This was a moment of celebration that belonged exclusively to their team members!

Maher opened the champagne and joined in. At this time, no one was afraid of being sprayed or having cake thrown at them. They just wanted the carnival to be more intense.

"Hit! Hit! Hit!"

"Fuck him!"

"Ha ha!"

"my eyes!"

"Focus on Mr. Wenger!"

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Soon, most people's faces and clothes were covered with champagne and cake, and they stood there laughing with their heads raised like cats.

There was no extra cake or champagne at this time, so they could only hug those who were still intact and rub the cake they caught onto others.

Hugging each other, all the Arsenal players embraced each other and jumped in familiar steps.

"Everything was going Ma-ehl! Ma-ehl!"

They sang "hot stuff", and this time it wasn't just about Maher and Van Persie, but everyone in the locker room, including the equipment manager.

“We are the double champions!”

"immortal!"

"We are legends!!"

"Vamos!!"

Everyone's emotions reached their highest point, their faces turned red, and they shouted hysterically at the top of their lungs.

"Come on!" A staff member brought in a few boxes of beer and placed them on the table. "We've been holding back for a whole season. Today we're going to drink to our heart's content, from the afternoon to the evening, and then to the night!"

"Yes!"

Everyone crowded around the table, picked up their beers and gulped them down. This was the best time to drink and celebrate.

Maher took a sip of ice beer and felt his saliva secreted rapidly. A stream of ice flowed down his throat into his body, awakening the excitatory cells throughout his body, making him feel very refreshed.

The locker room finally became much quieter. Some people were leaning against the wall drinking, some were sitting on their seats drinking, and some were dancing and drinking.

Maher looked at them and remembered the scene in 'The Shawshank Redemption' where Andy treated the prison guards to drinks.

Even though their situation is different from that in the movie and they have achieved greater success than the protagonist of that movie, the feeling is the same.

After a period of perseverance, the dawn shone on everyone's face. They have made significant progress in their entire career and even in their entire lives. The future is no longer gloomy, but full of hope!

After everyone drank two or three bottles of beer, Wenger looked at his watch and shouted: "It's getting late, kids, we have to go celebrate our victory!

"Go down to the underground garage, the fans in North London can't wait!"

"let's go!"

“Drink in the car!”

"Wuhu.!"

Arsenal players walked outside together. Wenger and Maher were stopped by reporters when they reached the door. They seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Please go to the side to attend the press conference!" A reporter smiled and pointed to the side.

"News conference?"

Maher and Wenger smiled at each other. It was already this late, so why would they care about attending the press conference?

Wenger looked at the reporters and pointed at Emilia after seeing her. "Ask whatever you want now. Maher and I will answer one question each, and then we'll go downstairs to celebrate!"

"Ok."

Emilia's face showed surprise. She didn't expect Wenger to still remember Football Record at this time. "The first question is for Maher. What is the sentence you want to say most at this moment?"

Maher's face became even redder due to the alcohol. He thought for a while and then came to the microphone, "Arsenal fans and everyone in this team have gone through a difficult few years.

“But now look at the happy smiles on their faces and listen to their loud singing!
"I think everyone will understand what we are fighting for and what the meaning of all this is! We will continue to move forward!"

After saying this, he waved to Emilia and rushed to the underground garage first.

"Mr. Wenger, after achieving such great success, what is the team's goal for next season?" Emilia looked at Wenger and asked the last question.

Wenger came to the microphone, scratched his eyebrows and said: "Compared to some coaches who are fanatical but steady in setting goals, I am the opposite.

"As early as the end of the 02-03 season, I said that we would strive to win the championship undefeated next season, and we succeeded in doing so the following year."

He raised his eyebrows in a rare arrogant manner and continued, "This year, despite having no goals, we have achieved such a surprising success."

"In that case, there's really no reason for me not to set a grand goal.

"I believe that the team will continue to be unbeaten next season. We will break the 49-game unbeaten record and even break Milan's 58 games! We will be more successful and greater than this season!

"bye!"

Wenger waved to the reporters, ignored their questions, turned and walked into the elevator to pursue a new carnival moment.

Maybe he was a little drunk, and maybe the media people thought he was bragging.

But after such a brilliant season, and with the team's financial situation about to improve, he believes that as long as Maher is not injured, they will have the opportunity to do more!
Maybe he would have a chance to achieve the goal he had always wanted to accomplish.

The time is ripe!
"Buzz!"

"Arsenal! Arsenal!"

Outside the stadium, with tens of thousands of fans waiting, Arsenal's bus finally drove slowly out of the garage exit.

"Puff puff!!"

The pink confetti that had been prepared long ago fell from the ceiling and landed on the heads of the fans, as if everyone was waving their arms, and the place was immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

Wenger and Maher got on the bus very late, so they had to get on the second bus, which was mainly occupied by members of the Kroenke family and players who could not fit in the previous bus.

But it’s okay, the Premier League championship trophy is on this bus, and they can hold a parade holding the Premier League championship and wearing the crown on their heads.

Moreover, where the two of them are is often the center of fans' attention.

"Oh!"

Maher swung up the Premier League trophy and showed it to the fans below with a smile, which triggered a frenzy of cheers.

They were high above the crowd, and their every move could stir the emotions of the crowd. This made each of them look like a general returning in triumph, being welcomed by the residents of the city.

According to statistics, at least 20 people will take to the streets today and wait for them along the parade route.

"Hi." A tall young man came to Maher. He was wearing a suit, looked very strong and confident.

Josh Kroenke, Maher is very familiar with his face. Now that he has no beard, he looks like a young man who just graduated from college, but he has an elite temperament.

"Maybe you haven't seen me or heard my name."

Kroenke Jr. patted his chest, stretched out his right hand to Maher, and said enthusiastically: "But we will definitely become good friends, believe me."

“Josh.”

Maher said his name and shook hands with him, to the other's surprise.

Kroenke Jr. raised his eyebrows slightly, and the surprise on his face slowly turned into brightness, as if he didn't expect that he would be so famous in the UK.

He squeezed Maher's hand tighter, feeling that they had met too late. "It's been a great season. I think you may have heard my compliments so many times that your ears are probably callused.

"Now that you know who I am, let's talk about the future."

Maher nodded and waited for him to continue speaking. He handed the championship trophy to Wenger beside him.

Kroenke Jr. looked at the Arsenal fans under the car with a red face, and said with surprise and excitement: "Do you feel that this is a particularly crazy, wonderful and beautiful scene?
"When I watched other teams' championship parades, I often imagined what the people standing on the bus felt like. I would also guess a feeling and try to put myself in their shoes.

“But when I stand here and experience all of this, I find it’s completely different than I imagined.”

Maher looked at the empty streets below and nodded slowly, acknowledging his statement.

"Their enthusiasm is incredible! Anyone who has experienced this will become an Arsenal fan, I guarantee it!"

I don’t know whether others will become Arsenal fans, but Maher can see that Kroenke must be about to fall in love with this team.

"So," Kroenke Jr. said with a look of longing, expressing his vision for the future, "This team now has 14 top league titles and a very high brand value.

"We are as good as anyone in English football!"

"As long as we can continue to achieve this and win in European competitions, and develop for a period of time, we will definitely become the best team in England!

"Even the best team in Europe and the world!"

After saying this, his expression became more serious, as if he was afraid that Maher would look down on him, he straightened his chest and raised his head and said: "In fact, I have 7 years of work experience and have been doing well in the United States.

“I came here this time to assist my father in accomplishing this achievement.

“I believe we can do it, and I don’t think it’s an absurd goal.
“If we don’t have great aspirations, we won’t set high standards for ourselves, won’t strive for excellence, and naturally we won’t succeed!”

Maher saw the desire on his face. Compared to his father, Kroenke Jr. should be a more idealistic person. He may not have realized how difficult it is to run a club from beginning to end.

But as he said, the team needs ambition to be in the middle if they want to be up, in the middle if they want to be down, and in the bottom if they want to be nowhere.

On this point, he and the other party can reach a consensus, and he feels that as long as the team wants, with his ability and growth rate, he can definitely help the team achieve its goals!

They should be able to achieve the best and the average. They will not fall below expectations, but only exceed expectations!
"I think the same as you do."

Maher smiled and shook hands with the other party again, and then he didn't intend to continue the topic. "We can sit together and have a good chat next season. Now, let's cherish this moment of celebration."

Kroenke Jr. nodded, leaned against the bus railing and looked down, enjoying the breeze on his face and savoring the taste of honor.

Maher came to the middle of the car, picked up two bottles of beer, opened them, handed one to him, and took one himself and started drinking.

Soon after, the bus drove into a special section of road, where there were obviously more fans gathered than in other places, and there were also more security personnel.

The scene was packed with people, and fans were lying on street lamps and traffic lights, waving their hands excitedly at them.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!" As if seeing them coming, dozens of smoke bombs were set off at the same time, turning the place into a haze, but also intensifying the hot and humid atmosphere.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhh!”

Countless pairs of flags fluttered in the wind, and tens of thousands of fans leaned toward the bus to look at the championship trophy up close.

Maher raised the Premier League trophy again, and Van Persie in the car in front also raised the League Cup trophy. The two stood opposite each other and smiled at each other.

"Arsenal! Arsenal!"

"Champions!! Champions!! Ahaaaa!!"

Maher listened to the noises coming from all directions, and his hands holding the trophy began to tremble slightly. He handed the trophy to Ramsey beside him, and after looking at Kroenke Jr., they jumped for joy with their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Arsenal! Arsenal!"

There is no special language. At this moment, they can only shout the name of the club repeatedly, and then recall everything that happened this season with the fans on the scene, and finally smile knowingly.

"Mael! Mael!!"

As the bus moved forward a little further, the fans shouted the name of Maher, who won four awards this season. There is no doubt that he is the biggest contributor of this season.

Maher stood at the sharp corner of the vehicle, laughing all the way and waving his right arm until his arm became numb. He then jumped and sang, in short, celebrating in different ways.

He knew that Arsenal fans had been waiting for such a glorious moment for a long time!

He also knows that this team is still one Champions League trophy away!
In the next season, they will win more and cause a bigger sensation, getting more people to take to the streets to celebrate their triumph!
"Wenger! Wenger!!"

After walking for a while, people on the street shouted the name of the team coach Wenger, which moved the old coach.

Recalling that at the end of last season, fans were holding up signs demanding his resignation and even planning a march to force him to abdicate.

But look at him now, he is standing at the top again, enjoying their most respectful gazes and the most fanatical cheers!

This damn life is so fucking wonderful. Somehow, Wenger suddenly wanted to take a photo here. He picked up the trophy, stood beside the car, and forced a smile.

"Click, click!" The team photographer took a few pictures of him. He hadn't put down the trophy yet, as if hesitating about something.

"Mael!"

Wenger suddenly called out Maher's name, "Come and take a picture for me! I want you to take this picture!"

Maher smiled and walked over, standing in front of the camera. After finding the shutter, he looked at Wenger and said, "Are you ready? Do you have anything to say?"

"I want to say," Wenger thought for a while, with a burst of sadness in his eyes, and then suppressed it with laughter, "Thank you for everything you have done!"

"Crack!"

Maher pressed the shutter to record this moment. In the picture, Wenger was holding the trophy high with a big smile on his face. Behind him were residential buildings in North London and thousands of Arsenal fans holding team flags.

Feeling that the old coach's knot had been completely untied, he was also moved and stared at the photo for a long time.

“Do you want to take a picture together?” Wenger hadn’t taken enough photos. He seemed to want to leave more classic moments with Maher. “I’ll ask Hans on the other side to bring the trophy over!”

He shouted towards the bus in front, and this action attracted the attention of many people.

Old Kroenke, Philip and others looked over. Seeing Wenger's anxious look, they also smiled from the bottom of their hearts. This moment was so beautiful.

"How about this?" Kroenke had an idea. He walked to the camera and said, "Let me take this photo of the two biggest contributors to this season?"

"Can I come?"

Philip raised his hand at this time, and his mood was obviously a little strange. Logically speaking, he should not compete with the team owner for this opportunity at this time.

Old Kroenke felt a little embarrassed for a moment. He glanced at Wenger and found that the latter was smiling and not saying anything.

"Haha." He laughed dryly and chose to help others. "Then let Philip, who has also worked hard for this season, come."

Philip nodded and stepped forward, walking to the camera and waiting.

"Here." Hans also took the trophy and handed it to Maher.

Maher picked up the trophy from both sides, and walked to Wenger with a grin in the envious eyes of everyone.

Philip looked at the two of them and the championship trophy in their hands. His chest trembled a little when he breathed. He lowered his head to adjust his emotions, and when he looked up again, his eyes were red.

"You've waited for Wenger! The light you were looking for at the beginning of the season has finally shone into your heart!
"bring it on.!

“Cheese!”

"Click!" Philip pressed the shutter button hard with his index finger, as if he not only wanted to take a photo, but also wanted to keep this moment in his heart.

"Clap, clap!" A round of applause rang out, and Hans and Kroenke Jr. took the trophies respectively, allowing the two people in the center of attention to hug each other tightly.

It was a great meeting, and they also worked together to spend their first magnificent season!

"When the European Cup is over, you will see a different team. We will continue to work together in more competitions!"

"After the European Cup, Mr. Wenger will see a different me. Will you come to watch the European Cup?"

"The French team is naturally excellent in every game. I hope you can lead that team as well. I have been following you."

More than three hours later, as the sky gradually darkened, Arsenal's players finally completed their parade celebration and the bus drove into the Emirates Stadium again.

Everyone was very tired, but the smiles on their faces had not faded yet, because they knew that the final celebration was coming!
"Whoosh!"

"Teng Teng Teng!"

Inside the stadium, after a cool and gorgeous light show, all the spotlights were focused on the players' tunnel.

The DJ's hoarse roar rang out, "Let's welcome the first player! It's difficult to introduce him, but I still want to choose to introduce him by way of an honors inventory.

"Because, when you know that he has achieved so much at the age of 18, you will definitely have unlimited expectations for his future!"

“Ahaahh!!”

As soon as the word 18 years old came out, the fans waiting for the celebration at the Emirates Stadium could no longer contain their emotions, and their cheers even drowned out the DJ's voice at one point.

"Let us invite you! Premier League champions! English League Cup champions! Championship champions!
“Puskas Award winner, Golden Boy Award winner, top ten Ballon d’Or vote winner!
"And the Premier League Golden Boot, the Championship Golden Boot, the League Cup Golden Boot! Premier League Player of the Year, PFA Player of the Year, FWA Player of the Year, League Cup Final Player of the Year, Championship Half-Time Player of the Year!
"The holder of 21 records - Leon Maher.!!"

"Swish!" The white light in the venue flickered and suddenly turned into golden light.

In a place where all the light shone, Maher, wearing the Arsenal flag and with a bright smile on his face, ran out. He quickly threw his body out, first with an elegant cartwheel, followed by a chic front flip.

This time, the height he jumped was definitely higher than any time before.

After landing, he used the inertia that had not yet dissipated to push off the ground with his feet and fly up again, swinging his right fist into the air. This time, he couldn't help but shout out his native language, "Fuck!"

This volume ends. Of course, the buried plots will not be missed, but will be made up in the next volume. Don’t worry, brothers.

(End of this chapter)