Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 232 5 individual awards were presented! The Avengers landed in the Premier League! The record escorted and returned triumphantly!

"Bang! Bang!"

The French outside the stadium were celebrating to their heart's content, while the Spanish in the locker room inside the stadium were dead silent, with only the occasional sound of walls being smashed and shin guards flying off.

After the initial silence, many people covered their faces with their hands and sobbed quietly, their chests shaking.

Some people hugged their knees and bit the flesh on their knees and thighs with their teeth, as if hoping to use the pain in their bodies to relieve the depression in their hearts.

Many people have said that the runner-up is the biggest loser.

For the Spanish players, they not only have to endure the pain of this profound failure, but also have to endure the gap from the peak and miss the best opportunity to win three consecutive championships and become the super golden generation.

Everything is over. They were so close to missing out on the championship trophy that would have ranked them among the top three in the football world!

An indescribable burning sensation appeared in the bodies of the Spanish players, first rising from their necks, then burning their faces red, and then running through their entire bodies.

Most people became agitated, scratching their heads, smashing things, and even if some people sat there and tried to endure it, they would most likely clench their teeth and breathe rapidly.

The locker room is air-conditioned. This is probably just an adverse physical reaction to extreme sadness.

"Snapped!"

Among them, Fabregas was particularly excited. After throwing away his shin guards, he also picked up Iniesta and others beside him and threw them on the ground.

He seemed to be completely mad, and it was difficult for others to persuade or hold him back. Gradually, everyone just let him do whatever he wanted.

"Papa.!"

Fabregas knocked all the water bottles and tactics board on the table to the floor and swept everything away frantically. If the table was not fixed to the ground, he would most likely overturn the table.

He told himself to let it all out and use the pleasure brought by violence to offset the pain!

beat!
smash!
vent!

"Bang!!" Fabregas punched the glass door of the toilet hard. With a "crack", the whole piece of glass shattered into pieces and quickly fell to the ground, bringing another tooth-grinding shattering sound.

He sat down on the ground, and blood dripped slowly from his right knuckles to the ground, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Haha!" He suddenly burst into laughter, then lowered his head and fell silent, tears gushing out, "Ah!"

More than a year has passed, and time has actually diluted a lot of his hatred for Maher. This has something to do with the other party's increasing performance and influence.

In the second half of the year at Barcelona, ​​Fabregas could clearly feel that Maher was no longer on the same level as him.

This will make him feel very powerless, and will also subtly make him try to let go of the past and avoid suffering.

Sometimes people do avoid such risks on their own and avoid doing stupid things.

What aroused his desire for revenge again was the news that Barcelona was looking to buy Maher some time ago, the public invitation from the club's core Messi on social media, and the invitation from his most respected coach Guardiola at Bayern.

All this not only made him completely lose face, but also brought up some of the most vulnerable things in his heart, the things that hurt his self-esteem the most, and even the things that he regretted the most!

"Ah!" His crying became louder and louder, gradually disturbing the entire locker room.

Captain Casillas couldn't bear to watch it, so he came over and patted him on the shoulder and consoled him: "It's just a football game, just a cup competition, we've already lost, there's no need to be like this, you have to stay calm at this time."

"How to calm down?"

Fabregas found a way to vent his anger. He looked up at Casillas and said, "Everyone looks down on me. Even my teammates treat me like a street rat. How can I stay calm?!"

Iniesta, Busquets and other Barcelona players immediately lowered their heads and pursed their lips helplessly. This map cannon must be mainly aimed at them.

"Who treats you like a street rat?"

Xavi, who was more expressive than the other two and had a slightly worse temper, came to his side and said, "Are you talking about us, Barcelona? Really? It definitely includes us, right?"

He was a bit disappointed, and said with a look of dismay: "Think about how you joined the team last year, how everyone helped you under the pressure of public opinion, and how many people scolded you for cooperating with you.

"Just because you lost to your enemies in the European Cup and just because you are not happy at the club, you are going to belittle us?
"You've only been at Barcelona for a year, can't you just hold on?!"

From the very beginning, the quarrel moved away from the final and the European Cup and shifted to the club and even between individuals.

"How do you persist?"

Fabregas stood up and walked to Xavi's side. "How much did I pay to join the team? I broke up with Wenger, clashed with Maher, and took millions of euros in transfer fees!
"What did others say about me? How did I endure it? From beginning to end, did I get even a little respect that I deserved?!

“You clearly knew that Maher and I had conflicts, and that I was already at the center of controversy, yet you openly made me a victim! Do you want to use your attitude towards me to show your sincerity towards Maher?

"What kind of a babe is he? How damn tempting is he? You've all lost your minds!"

Fabregas' chest heaved violently, his eyes were still red, and he bit his lip after saying these words.

"." This made Xavi silent for a while. He could only say: "That is the club's decision. It has nothing to do with us. Besides, nothing is set in stone yet."

"enough!"

Fabregas swung his right arm and sneered: "Xavi, you have no humanity at all, really none! Including Iniesta and Busquets, as well as Pique and Pedro!

“Stop making those high-sounding remarks. Maher’s equalizing and then scoring the winning goal today will make you lose all your rationality, right?
"If the club asks you to make a statement in front of the media now, you will definitely express your interest in Maher at the cost of sending me to hell!"

"Bang!" Xavi's emotions also exploded, and his right fist swung fiercely at Fabregas, hitting him hard near the chest.

"Alright!" Casillas immediately rushed over and carried him away. Others also rushed over quickly and hugged Fabregas who was standing there in a daze, to prevent the two from fighting in the locker room.

As the crowd was arguing, Xavi's eyes became wet with mixed emotions. He pointed at Fabregas and shouted, "Who are you to blame us? How long have you been in Barcelona? How long have we been here?

"Who are you trying to offend by smashing and slamming? Who are you trying to please by swearing at? Are you blaming the team for not using you? Are you blaming us for being useless and not helping you win the league title or the European Cup?!
"I'm telling you, Fabregas, with this kind of mentality, you're doomed to fail anywhere!"

Fabregas completely lost control, he rushed forward and wanted to attack Xavi, but he was held back by others, so he could only start to taunt: "Yeah, I'm a loser, and you guys are also a bunch of losers!

"When a bunch of losers get together, they are bound to fail to beat an 18-year-old kid!
“Don’t think you can be complacent just because you have achieved some success. Maher has put me in this situation, and one day I can make your achievements seem insignificant!
"Keep laughing, and see how many days you can laugh!"

Fabregas broke free from the pull of several people, or perhaps his words hurt the people who were pulling him, so the others let go on their own initiative.

He straightened his sleeves and said, "I announce my permanent retirement from the Spanish national team! I am also leaving Barcelona! I am going back to the Premier League and I am going to finish the journey I should take!"

“No one cares.”

Xavi continued to speak in a sarcastic tone, and he also broke free, saying as he walked out, "Since we are at loggerheads, I will tell you, you can join Barcelona for the championship, and others can also invite Mahre for the championship.

"Oh yes, we have the Champions League and the miracle of winning six titles in a year.

"If Maher hadn't come to the Spanish team, he would never have achieved these. Don't be delusional. He just beat you."

Fabregas looked at his back gloomily, and for a moment his hatred for Xavi and the Barcelona players exceeded that for Maher.

If he could make two wishes at this moment, the first one would be for Mahre to snatch the Champions League from Barcelona with ease and break their annual record of six championships, so that he could slap these people in the face.

The second is to let Mahel die suddenly after taking all this.

The quarrel stopped, but the locker room became a complete mess. Everyone's mood became worse. They felt that nothing could be worse than this moment.

The Barcelona players then walked out of the locker room together. Even Pique, who had a good relationship with Fabregas, just glanced at Fabregas before leaving, and then left without looking back.

After Fabregas calmed down, he closed his eyes.

No matter what, there is only one reason for his pain at this moment. He regretted leaving Arsenal and Wenger.

But now that things have come to this, he has no choice but to go down this path.

He wants revenge and wants to join this year's Champions League champion Chelsea to compete for the Premier League and Champions League titles, while also defeating Mahre and Barcelona!

"Endless Summer!"

Inside the stadium, the French players have reunited with their families. One family after another held hands and sang the theme song of this European Cup together, and many people also danced happily.

"Endless Summer!!"

It seemed that there was only one color left between heaven and earth, and that was the golden color that represented joy and glory.

Even the raindrops falling from the sky were tinged with sweetness, washing away all the fatigue of the victorious warriors, allowing them to celebrate with their loved ones in better condition.

Maher first met with his uncle's family. He took Ava and others to take a photo in front of the trophy. During the process, he looked at the player tunnel from time to time, hoping that Isabella would appear.

Not long after, Isabella appeared on the court with her hands behind her back, walking quickly towards them with a sweet smile on her face.

She was wearing a golden tight dress today, which showed off her slender figure to the fullest. She was wearing a black slit skirt and black high heels. Her sexy legs could be seen from time to time when she walked.

"Wow!" Some French fans in the stands laughed and clapped. They should know Isabella and saw what she was holding in her hands behind her back.

Maher guessed that she might be prepared and stood there waiting.

Isabella approached him step by step, and when she was almost in front of him, she couldn't help but congratulate him: "Champions! Congratulations, my boy! You are the European champion now!"

"Haha." Mael spread his arms and wanted to hug her, but seeing that she was not in a hurry, he just raised his hands in front of him with a beaming face and held something.

It was a bouquet of medium-sized roses. They were obviously artificial flowers, but they were beautifully made, and the colorful petals made them look like a rainbow.

"For you."

Isabella handed the flower to Maher, raised her chin and smiled brightly: "Do you know what this color of rose represents?"

Maher was stunned for a moment, but when he realized what was happening, he felt an endless sense of satisfaction. He took the flowers hastily and shook his head slightly, "I don't know."

Looking at the lovely girl in front of him, he didn't know how to describe his happiness at the moment, so he could only stretch out his left hand to embrace her and the bouquet in his arms.

"Oh!" The teammates around him started to cheer when they saw this scene, and many of them had envy in their eyes, because their girlfriends only brought one person with them.

Isabella was already used to this kind of voice, she ignored it and explained to Maher with a cute face, "It is gorgeous and noble. I have been prepared for it because I know what you will get today."

Mahel took her arm, smiled brilliantly, and tilted his head to kiss her. He forgot everything and just felt the softness of Isabella's lips and the warmth of her breath.

Dopamine occupied his entire brain, even damaging some functions of his cerebellum, causing him to be unstable. I wonder if this is the feeling of being dizzy from beauty.

If he had just received a rose, he would definitely not have had any strong feelings, but it was definitely different at this moment!
The documentary crew of "Football Records" quickly came to the two people, pointed the camera at them, and recorded the beauty of this moment.

Emilia and Peter were standing not far away. They couldn't help but clap their hands and had sweet smiles on their faces, which slowly turned into laughter.

Through the boss's happy appearance, they also more clearly understand their own happy mood today.

A month long period of time, the accumulation of countless materials, the recording of countless frames of joyful scenes, are finally not in vain and can be broadcast as scheduled!
“How should we end this?”

Emilia thought of this happy trouble. She felt that every scene of this European Cup was full of meaning. "It's hard to choose. How about using the scene of them kissing?"

"I think it couldn't be better."

Peter nodded slightly, looking at Maher who was about to speak but hesitated, and after a long pause he smiled and said, "Even if Maher is not the boss of the newspaper, he is undoubtedly the most suitable person to appear at the beginning and the end.

"We have been with him all the way and know how much he shines in this French team.

“Even the editing of the documentary should be based on his perspective, and this is his journey of conquest.”

"Yes."

Emilia smiled, and the envy of Isabella in her eyes had faded a lot. Maybe she slowly realized that a man like her boss was destined not to belong to someone like her.

Peter raised his head, feeling extremely proud. "We will sell the copyright all over Europe! And to America! And even to the far east!"

"Haha." Emilia nodded with a smile. She also believed that this documentary would become popular all over the world.

"ladies and gentlemen!"

A sonorous voice rang out in the venue, and a female host appeared on the podium.

She held the script in her hand with a bright smile on her face, "The European Cup between Poland and Ukraine has come to an end. At this final moment, let us present awards to the most outstanding players of this tournament!
"There are a total of five individual awards waiting to be presented! Please use your warmest cheers to invite the players from both teams to come to the stage!"

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"Aahhh!" The French fans stood up and screamed, they knew that Mahel's show was about to begin again.

This talented player who achieved 11 goals and 2 assists in this European Cup will win at least 2-3 major awards!
“Ding ding ding ding!”

Off the field, French players led by Giroud and Sagna sang Mahel's song. They surrounded Mahel and came to the stage like knights escorting the king.

Isabella had no intention of following, and she stood there, clapping her hands proudly and waiting.

"Go, go, go!"

"You need to stay with him."

But the wives of the French team came over and pushed her forward, wanting her to experience this glorious moment with Maher.

"Then let's go together?" Isabella was still a little hesitant. She saw that the others had no intention of coming forward, and she was afraid that it would be inappropriate for her to stand there alone.

"Ha ha.!"

Others laughed, many with envy on their faces, and many deliberately pretended to be jealous, "Why should we go? Our husbands didn't win any awards."

"Yeah, yeah, do you think everyone has your good luck?"

"Alas, men are not strong enough."

"Go ahead, Isabella! Tell him you cried with joy when he scored the winning goal! Ask him to give you a trophy!"

"Ha ha.!"

Isabella felt a little embarrassed by what they said. She was still hesitant until she turned around and saw Mael extending his hand to her in the distance, inviting her.

She ran up with a smile, holding Mahel's hand and standing at the edge of the stage.

Maher pinched her face and asked, "Guess how many I can get?"

"Five." Isabella answered with a raised eyebrow. Like Maher himself, her confidence in Maher was at its peak.

“Not that many.” Maher laughed, but he wasn’t sure how many he could get and couldn’t give an exact answer.

He looked to the side and saw that only a few people from the Spanish team came, one of whom was Iniesta, who was sure to win the assists king of this tournament, and the others were mostly Barcelona players.

He didn't look at it and focused his attention on the female host.

“The first one to be issued.”

The female host dragged out the words and swept her smiling eyes across the stands, as if she knew what the situation would be like after she finished her next sentence.

"It's the award for the best young player of this tournament! I don't seem to need to say his name, please tell me who he is!"

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"Oh!" The French fans cheered, and then they helped the host shout out the name, "Mael!!"

"That's right!" The female host pointed her finger at Maher with the script in hand, making an invitation gesture, "Let's welcome the best young player of the 12 European Cup! Leon Maher!!"

Maher stepped onto the podium. This should be the most suspenseful swing award. The best player of the tournament is basically a foregone conclusion, not to mention his youth.

Over the past two years, in terms of honor selection and record breaking, he has almost gotten rid of the prefix of "young" that was often attached to him in the early days!
He can challenge all the peak players throughout history, all the records and honors!
After receiving the commemorative trophy, Maher simply held up the trophy to signal to the fans, and then walked off the stage without even giving a speech.

But he still has a sense of accomplishment. He can already foresee that after this time, his hall of honor will be filled with a bunch of trophies and the overall look will become even more magnificent.

After all the replica trophies are ready, he will go over and take a good look at the three championship trophies accumulated this year, as well as the personal honors won in these three competitions!
"The second award we're going to present is for the assist king!"

The female host then turned her attention to the Spanish team. There was no need to keep this kind of data-based award a secret. "Congratulations to Iniesta! He won this award with 4 assists!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Applause broke out, mostly from the magnanimous French fans, as the Spanish fans in the stadium had almost all left by now.

Iniesta walked up to receive the award with an expressionless face. After receiving the trophy, he didn't even raise it, and walked off the stage with his arms drooping, obviously still not over the sadness he had just experienced.

"Please wait a moment."

The host smiled and gestured for them to wait a little longer, as there might be other prizes.

Although Iniesta and the Spanish players had no idea what it was, they still stood there waiting.

"The third one is the Golden Boot Award." The female host put on a mysterious smile again and pointed her finger at the French team. "Mael! I believe the whole world knows the answer. He won the Golden Boot in a record-breaking way!"

"Vamos!" The French team members cheered at Maher and imitated his celebration. Some of them even jumped back and forth with one hand on their head and the other on their crotch.

They were all happy for Maher and used this way to cheer their captain up.

Maher went on stage again, and this time he saw a hostess holding a tray with two trophies.

"One is the Golden Boot Award and the other is the Golden Boot Memorial Trophy, which is mainly awarded to the record holder."

The female host explained to him kindly, "This was established in 92, but in the past 20 years, no one has ever broken Platini's record, not even close. You are the first one to get it."

"Thank you. It's my pleasure."

Maher naturally wouldn't think having too many trophies was a problem. He went up to express his gratitude and then took the two heavy trophies in his hands to play with them.

Since then, he has collected the Golden Boots in the Championship, Premier League, League Cup and European Cup!
There are still the European Champions League, FA Cup, World Cup and European Golden Boot left, which would complete the Golden Boot Grand Slam!

This collection speed is very fast!

Maher was in an unusually cheerful mood this time. He stood on the stage for a long time posing with the cup in his hand, thinking about giving a few words of thanks for the acceptance, but the microphone never came his way.

After looking at the female host, she lowered her head and said shyly: "Please wait a moment, there are still two awards to be presented."

"Oh." Maher rubbed his hair awkwardly and quickly stepped off the stage.

"Haha!" His appearance made the French fans and teammates in the stadium laugh, and even Isabella burst into laughter.

After Maher went down, he handed the trophy to his girlfriend and said, "Help me hold it. If that's the case, I should have at least one more."

“Is it possible to take care of everything?”

Isabella took the two trophies from his hands. Her delicate hands could no longer hold the three trophies, so she had to hold one between her arms.

Maher shook his head and whispered, "I don't know. The organizers may give the final's best player award to a Spanish player, and the tournament's best player to me."

Having said that, winning 5 out of 4 awards still seems very exciting. He is looking forward to it. Everything is still uncertain, but it does mean there is no chance.

"The next award to be presented is the Best Player Award in the Final!"

The female host kept the topic in suspense this time, speaking slowly, "This is a swing award. We know that both players gave their best performances in the final, so who should get it?"

Maher stared at her expectantly. If he won the prize, it would be possible for him to get 5 out of 4.

There was no expression on Iniesta's face, he was just waiting with a few close teammates.

The female host laughed wickedly and raised her right hand, "Leon Maher! Congratulations!! This is my third major award in this tournament!
"His performance in the final needs no further explanation. Every goal he scored, even every touch of the ball, could have made headlines that night! Congratulations to him again!"

Maher's eyes lit up and he quickly stepped onto the podium, enjoying the back and forth process.

It's really him!
"Yeahhh!" Seeing the captain go on stage for the third time, the fans and players waved their arms. They obviously realized that since he won the best player of the final, Maher might get 5 out of 4.

On the other side, Iniesta and a group of Spanish players saw Maher going up and their eyes revealed confusion.

What do you mean?
Logically speaking, by keeping them, the other party was hinting that they must have another award.

But now there is no best player in the final, is it the best player in the tournament?

This is obviously not reasonable. Maher scored 11 goals and had 2 assists, averaging 2+ per game, plus the championship trophy. How can others compete with him for the best?
Even if they were given it, they would not dare to accept it, for fear that they would be tortured by Maher fans when they woke up tomorrow morning.

Could it be that it’s gone?

Many people frowned, feeling that they were being fooled. They were already in a bad mood after losing the game, and since they didn’t have any prizes, they should just let them go early. Why did they have to keep them?
To be Maher's foil, or to leave some non-existent suspense for him to win all four events?

Iniesta and others looked upset. They were already annoyed by seeing Fabregas going crazy in the locker room.

Some people simply turned around and walked away. Even if there were any, they would most likely fall on Xiaobai, Harvey and the others. There was no need for them to participate in this humiliating ceremony in their eyes.

“The final award is the Player of the Tournament award, which is given to the player with the best overall performance.”

The female host noticed the abnormality of the Spanish players and felt a little pressure, which made her dare not keep it a secret any longer and directly announced the winner, "It's still Leon Maher! We have to trouble our best player to make another trip!

"With an average of 2.16 goals, 5.2 great shooting opportunities, 8 successful breakthroughs and 1.9 threatening passes per game!
"He has become the undisputed best player in the history of the European Cup! I think this will make people forget that he is still a young player, winning 4 awards during the best rookie period!"

"Aaahhh!!"

"Bah bang bang!!"

The shouts and clapping were deafening, and the fans then sang the song they had sung not long ago, "Long shots and crazy headers as deadly as bullets.! He"

Amid the enthusiasm, Maher stepped onto the podium to receive his fourth award amid tens of thousands of admiring gazes.

"Huh!" He let out a long breath and couldn't stop the smile on his face, and 5 packs of 4 really came.

This made him feel pleasantly surprised but also a little regretful. If he could win the assists title again, it would mean he truly swept all the titles, an unprecedented achievement!

But he really had no choice. After reaching the top league, he gradually changed the way he played football. He began to be a shooter and sometimes played more independently.

This is also the reason why we failed to win the assist title in the Premier League last season.

All I can say is keep working hard, continue to improve your abilities, and make yourself able to easily take the titles of top scorer and top assists in top competitions!
Next year, he will strive to take back the assist title of the Premier League and achieve the Premier League Grand Slam. In the next European Cup, he will also take back the assist title and achieve the European Cup Grand Slam!
Let’s not think about all that now and just enjoy the achievement of winning 4 awards in this tournament!
Including the replica trophy and gold medal and an extra commemorative golden boot, there will be 7 new things in his room of honor. These are what he has achieved in this month.

He was very satisfied and strengthened his belief and confidence to continue moving forward.

This time it was finally his turn to give a speech. The host passed the microphone to his lips, but he was a little speechless. In the end, he could only raise his arms with a red face, "Thank you!!"

After stepping down from the stage, looking at Isabella, who was holding four trophies with a look of surprise on her face, he proudly put his arm around his girlfriend's neck and took her to the trophies for a photo.

He also borrowed his teammates' gold medals and hung them all around his neck, as if he had won dozens of medals at once.

"Fola!!"

In front of the Delaunay Gold Cup, Maher lay on his side like a mermaid, biting his gold medal in his mouth. In front of him were the commemorative trophies of his five individual awards, and beside him was Isabella in the same posture.

"Crack, click, click.!"

Reporters from all over the world took photos of them, and Peter and Emilia looked at each other and had the idea of ​​changing the ending of the documentary.

Amid their carnival, several players of the Spanish team walked towards the player tunnel with a look of loneliness and resentment.

"A miraculous comeback! Mahre scored twice and led France to win the 11th European Cup with 12 goals in the tournament!!" - BBC headline

"Won 4 awards! Made history! 18-year-old Maher achieved record-breaking results that most players will never be able to achieve in their lifetime!" - Sky Sports headline

"Crush all doubts! The new French warship sets sail! This time, we have the sharpest sword! Aiming at the 14 World Cup!" - L'Equipe headline picture

"I will look for some new challenges in my career. The Premier League is a good choice. I might go to London." - Benzema revealed in an interview
"Chelsea are looking for a center forward. Since Drogba left, they have been lacking a world-class center forward. After the pursuit of Maher has become impossible, Benzema is very likely to join the team." - London Evening News

"Guardiola wants to sell Ribery. It is rumored that Premier League giants Manchester United and Liverpool are interested in the player, and Chelsea also wants to join the competition!" - "Munich News"

"Not buddy, the Avengers?! Of course, this post is mainly to congratulate Maher for winning his third championship of the year, what a great player." - Alan Shearer social media

"(Staring)(Smiling)(Red Angry)(White Ghost)!" - Bell Social Media

"Chucky!"

The French team's locker room was in a mess not long after. The players sprayed champagne everywhere, and the people standing in the center couldn't even open their eyes.

Many people were drinking beer and singing at the same time, and the sticky beer inevitably spilled on them.

But at this moment, who cares? They just want the carnival to continue!
“OhOhOh!!”

Sagna and several black players with dancing talent stood on the table, swinging their hands and dancing a dance that looked like street dance but was actually nothing, all just for fun.

French President Hollande, Prime Minister Ayrault, Secretary General Michel and others had already arrived outside the door, but seeing the scene inside they didn't want to come in and just applauded.

After returning to the locker room, Maher drank a lot of wine. He half-lying and half-sitting on his seat, grinning foolishly and resting. Halfway through drinking, he was pulled up by everyone to dance in the middle.

"Champions!!"

"We are the champions!!"

Everyone gathered together, everyone was shaking their feet and their faces were red, looking extremely excited.

"suffer!"

Soon, Deschamps, who was also drunk, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Let our captain, Maher, who contributed to the championship, say a few words to us! Tell us how he feels about winning four extra awards!"

"Come on, come on!"

"That's what I wanted to hear!"

Maher reluctantly came to the table, stood in front of the Delaunay Cup with a smile, and thought about what to say.

He certainly wasn't going to speak for himself, but for the entire team.

It is a rare fate that we met here and spent a wonderful summer together. We have also left a strong mark in each other's career.

This experience must be unforgettable, so he really wants to make some summary.

When everyone was leaning against the table, he leaned one arm on the Delaunay Cup and raised one hand, “Although each of us will take different paths in the future.

"But from now on, everything about us is tied to this trophy.

"I would say this has to do with every single one of us here, starting tonight, we are all special.

"Do you know why?"

He paused here. Before this, he had been speaking calmly. Until this moment, his emotions suddenly rose. He raised the Delaunay Cup and shouted, "Because we are the European champions!!"

"Yeahhh!!" Everyone in the locker room clapped their hands on the table and cheered with laughter. Their celebrations combined together, making this small area feel like a sonic boom.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Maher also closed his eyes and excitedly slapped the table. He could hear everyone's shouting, and would also firmly imprint their voices at this moment in his heart.

The players then hugged each other again, jumped and spun around, with no intention of stopping to celebrate.

At the door, Michelle smiled and shrugged with Hollande, "I still want to play with his gold medal. I'll wait until I get back to France."

"I think so too." Hollande shook his head slightly and said happily: "It will be difficult to enter this door today."

Behind them, Wenger and Mendes looked at each other and agreed. They would talk about what was in their hearts later and let Mahel get drunk today.

At 2.39: in the morning, Maher returned to the hotel accompanied by Isabella. He fell asleep as soon as he got back and even forgot about the carnival they had agreed to have.

At one o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, all members of the French team boarded a plane back to France. Most of them were still drunk and fell asleep on the plane.

Maher was one of them, but he felt that he had just fallen asleep when a huge roar sounded from the side.

"Buzz buzz!!"

The passenger plane began to tremble as if it encountered air currents, but it was obvious that the vibrations came from a sound outside the window.

He looked out the window sleepily, and saw a fighter-like plane appear in front of him. The pilot wearing a white helmet looked in their direction and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"You have entered French airspace!"

The announcement came from the plane, full of energy but very friendly, "Thank you for your heroic performance in the European Cup! We are here to escort you on behalf of the French Air Force!!"

"Oh!" The French players on the plane reacted and waved their arms arrogantly, and many of them laughed.

This is the plane sent by Mr. Hollande to take them home. It is the highest courtesy to them!
Maher also smiled knowingly. It was a special feeling to truly experience these things in a football kingdom.

Not long after the fighter jets escorted it, the plane slowly landed from Paris International Airport, taxied on the runway, and its speed gradually slowed down.

"Shhhhh!"

When driving between two black signs, water columns suddenly shot up into the sky on both sides and crossed in the sky. Water droplets quickly fell from the sky, making the entire window hazy.

This is also one of the highest welcoming etiquette. Passing through the water gate represents welcoming the people who come here!

Five minutes later, under the gaze of dozens of reporters, the door of the plane slowly opened and a figure appeared there.

"Click, click!" Many people start pressing the shutter button in advance, for fear of missing any important moments.

At the cabin door, Maher, wearing sunglasses and carrying a backpack, walked out with a smile. He held the Delaunay championship trophy in his hand and showed it to everyone before leaving.

"Click, click!" The reporters had no time to cheer and quickly took photos to record.

Mahel in the camera had a look of great satisfaction on his face. As the captain, he was the first to get off the plane with the trophy in his hand. This was the recognition and support of his performance from the whole team, especially Deschamps!

Half an hour later, tens of thousands of French fans filled the blocks along the main road in front of the Arc de Triomphe, waiting for the return of their heroes.

"￥@#!￥!"

It was noisy here, and even though everyone spoke quietly, there was still a sense of uproar.

Some of them arrived here two hours ago and have been standing there with nowhere to stay, but they have no complaints.

Because the people they welcome also bring them honor and happiness!

"Buzz!" At this time, a shocking sound that pierced the clouds and split the rocks sounded, shaking the earth slightly and making people excited.

They knew it was coming!

"Buzz buzz buzz!" As the vibration sound grew louder and louder, the ground shook more and more violently, and people quickly saw nine planes pulling red, white and blue smoke strips roaring towards them.

They flew over the Arc de Triomphe, creating an extremely shocking scene.

"Aaahhhh!!" Tens of thousands of people cheered at the scene. Everyone's excitement reached its peak. They looked towards the end of the street, where the parade floats should be coming!
They guessed correctly, these nine planes were there to pave the way for the European Cup winners!
On the Champs-Elysees, a blue bus slowly drove up, carrying the French players in white, Deschamps in suits, and a group of assistant coaches.

They arrived on a bus with the 'champions' logo on it and the Gallic rooster logo on it.

"Wow!!" The emotions at the scene reached a climax. The fans cheered ecstatically and released smoke bombs and fireworks in their hands, lighting up the entire street.

In the center of the bus, people saw the young captain Maher holding the trophy. He held the Delaunay Cup and waved his arms to show everyone the results they had achieved this time.

“Ding ding ding ding!”

This is exactly what the fans want to see. They are so excited that they sing the purest Maher song, "I have a friend! He dances the swan dance on the back line and drives a Bugatti on the sidelines!"

"Ah!" Many French little girls and young women screamed with red faces. They were not only conquered by Maher's ball skills, but also by Maher's face.

On the bus, Maher looked at the fanatical fans below, smiled and handed the trophy to Deschamps beside him, and took out his Golden Boot Award and Best Player Award.

He rarely comes back here and has never played football in Paris. At this moment, seeing the fans of Paris and some crazy fans, he feels very curious and has the urge to greet them with all the trophies.

"EiEiEi!"

Soon, he was waving his fists shoulder to shoulder with the French players. Many fans also followed the rhythm and jumped wildly with them. The street was completely swallowed up by joy.

The revelry continued until half an hour later, when the team bus entered the Elysee Palace.

Mahel was still the first to get off the bus. He saw a long red carpet laid to the bottom of the bus stairs. At the far end of the red carpet, Michelle with a serious expression was waiting for him.

On both sides were the Republican Cavalry Guards. Even though their horses were sometimes a little unruly, they still maintained basic formation and held a sword on their right shoulder.

The experience of this day dazzled Maher and made him truly appreciate the benefits and glory of achieving great success.

He walked forward and came to Michelle's side on the red carpet, with the others lined up neatly behind him.

"Swish!" The 18 cavalrymen pointed their swords forward together, then swung them downwards to the right side of their bodies, looking very imposing.

"Mr. Mahel."

Michelle came forward accompanied by a MC, "We represent the Republic! We congratulate you and award you the Legion of Honor!"

Mahel smiled as he watched him put it on himself, and he happened to remember the medal Isabella had once given him.

Time really flies. After winning the European Cup, everything will be different for him.

ps: The next chapter should follow the next volume, and then write the next volume. There is still a lot of material, and most of the characters have been introduced, including the return of Gilbert who has been laid out. There are many things to write and it will not be boring.

(End of this chapter)