After Paris Saint-Germain was removed from the list, I led England to victory!

Two days later.

Today is the day of Arsenal's championship parade after winning their quadruple, a day when the City of London pays its highest tribute to its undefeated champions.

Outside the Emirates Stadium.

A huge banner has long since replaced the old GG sign, with dazzling gold lettering on it.

"2018/19 - INVINCIBLE QUADRUPLE CHAMPIONS!"

Every letter proclaims an unprecedented and legendary season.

The club had already planned the parade route.

Starting from Emirates Stadium, passing through the heart of Islington, and finally returning here.

The streets along the route had already been occupied by fans and media.

Shop windows were plastered with posters of the gunman.

Many residents had brand-new red and white scarves hanging on their balconies.

Even some taxis and buses have spontaneously put Arsenal stickers on their exteriors.

This is not an official arrangement.

It wasn't anything deliberately pretentious.

This is the deep-rooted affection that fans have for Arsenal, this historic club, within the city.

The atmosphere at the Kearney training ground was equally enthusiastic.

The players have changed into club-made championship commemorative T-shirts.

The t-shirt is pure white with a prominent Arsenal logo on the chest, surrounded by silhouettes of four gleaming gold championship trophies, and the words "INVINCIBLES" printed in large letters on the back.

Laughter and playful shouts rose and fell, like warriors about to go to war, except their battlefield was a float, and their weapons were trophies and smiles.

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Professor Wenger, the legendary coach who is about to retire.

Today, he was wearing a well-tailored dark suit, and his silver hair was neatly combed.

Instead of standing in front of the tactics board as usual, he smiled gently and glanced at his children.

His gaze finally settled on Yan Yuan.

The young protégé was chatting and laughing with Odegaard.

Wenger noticed that Yan Yuan's T-shirt collar was slightly crooked.

He stepped forward, reached out, and carefully straightened Yan Yuan's collar, then gently smoothed out the wrinkles on his shoulders.

"Hey, Professor, you look really handsome today!" Yan Yuan said, flashing his signature bright smile.

Wenger smiled too, deep wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes—medals etched by time and glory.

"Thank you, my captain. You look incredibly handsome today too. Today is a day for all of us."

Then, Wenger's gaze shifted to Aubameyang, who was yawning exaggeratedly.

"Pierre," Wenger teased with a laugh, "didn't you sleep well last night? Your dark circles are almost as big as your sneakers."

Aubameyang rubbed his eyes, looking "aggrieved".

"Boss! You have no idea, the thought of sitting in an open-top bus for such a huge celebration today has kept me so excited I can't sleep! I feel even more nervous than playing in the Champions League!"

"Hahahaha!" Lacazette burst into laughter without holding back. "Pierre, you weren't secretly practicing your poses, were you?"

A burst of laughter erupted around them, and even the usually composed Peipei couldn't help but chuckle.

Aubameyang made a gesture as if he was going to "teach" Lacazette a lesson.

"Hahahahaha..."

The atmosphere among the guys was relaxed and lively.

Looking at his energetic and close-knit group of disciples, Wenger felt an indescribable sense of pride and satisfaction.

"Alright, my warriors," Wenger clapped his hands, his voice not loud but carrying an undeniable power.

"London awaits us, history awaits us. Board!"

"Yes, Coach!"

Two open-top double-decker buses, decorated with countless red and white balloons, ribbons, and huge club logos, slowly drove out of the Kearney base.

The top floor is the place of glory for players and coaching staff.

Wenger, Yan Yuan, Aubameyang, Odegaard, Pepe, Ramsey, Martinez...

All the heroes who created the Immortal Season this season are included.

When the first float, emblazoned with a huge "Arsenal" and a massive poster of Yan Yuan, drove onto Islington's main road.

The fans' pent-up enthusiasm erupted!

"ARSENAL! Arsenal! Arsenal! FC!"

"North London Forever!"

"We are the Champions! My Friends!"

singing!

The singing was deafening and overwhelming!

They converged from all directions, instantly drowning out the roar of the bus engine.

On both sides of the street, there was an endless wall of red and white people.

Every window of the high-rise buildings was crowded with people waving flags and shouting wildly.

Rooftops, lampposts, and even roadside benches—anywhere one could stand was filled with excited fans.

The flashbulbs of media from around the world were constantly clicking as they photographed the teams from the top five European football leagues.

The team flags resembled ocean waves, and countless posters of Zhang Yanyuan, Wenger, and Aubameyang rose and fell in the crowd.

Shouts in various languages ​​mingled together.

It culminates in the purest form of worship for heroes.

As Wenger's float passed by, the heartfelt singing reached an unprecedented decibel level, resounding through the sky.

"One Arsène Wenger! There's only one Arsène Wenger!"

The elderly fans with gray hair were moved to tears, while the young fans shouted themselves hoarse.

Wenger stood at the front of the float.

I could no longer suppress the surging emotions within me.

He waved vigorously, again and again, to the surging red and white waves below.

Each wave of the hand drew even louder cheers.

This is the highest and most moving tribute to his Arsenal career, to the football philosophy he built and ultimately witnessed as he reached the pinnacle of European football.

Wenger saw familiar faces in the crowd.

He saw the fans who had followed the team since the early days of his coaching career.

Time seems to have flown backwards today.

All the hardships, doubts, and perseverance of the past have transformed into unparalleled glory at this moment.

As Yan Yuan's float approached, another kind of thunderous shouts instantly became the main theme!

"GOD YAN! GOD YAN! GOD YAN!"

Fans from all over the world shouted.

Today, many fans came to London's Chinatown, including quite a few Chinese students.

These fans held up signs in Chinese.

"Stern God"

"King of London"

Yan Yuan stood at the very front of the float.

He held onto the railing with one hand and raised the other high to greet his fans.

His face radiated a confident and warm smile, and his eyes shone brightly like stars.

Seemingly feeling that the atmosphere wasn't lively enough, Yan Yuan suddenly picked up a soccer ball that had been prepared beforehand from beside his feet.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, on the slowly moving float, he began a dazzling display of fancy ball juggling!

Toes, insteps, knees, shoulders...

The football seemed to be under a spell, bouncing lightly around his body, each touch drawing gasps and even more enthusiastic applause.

Yan Yuan's ball control is exceptionally smooth, and he can easily perform various high-difficulty moves.

Finally, with a graceful "rainbow" dribble, he lifted the ball high, then spotted a young fan below with his hands raised and a hopeful expression, and gently flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot.

The ball traced a precise arc and landed steadily in the arms of the young fan.

The child was instantly overwhelmed with happiness, hugging the ball tightly and jumping for joy.

"Yay!!!! Yan!! I got your soccer ball!!!!"

The surrounding fans erupted in goodwill cheers and applause.

Yan Yuan smiled and waved to the fan.

"Haha! Captain, are you having fun?" Erdgo laughed, and together with Rhodes, they produced several huge bottles of champagne from who-knows-where.

"Bang! Bang!" Two sounds.

The cork was forcefully opened, and the bubbly liquid sprayed into the air, splashing onto the heads and bodies of the players on the top of the float.

"This is a perfect day!"

Cheers! To the championship!

"For the quadruple crown!"

The aroma of champagne mingled with the players' laughter, creating tiny rainbows under the sunlight.

Rodri and Odegaard, like two mischievous children, sprayed each other and the crowd below with nectar of joy.

The fans screamed, laughed, and scrambled to catch the champagne raindrops that symbolized victory and joy.

At this moment, glory and celebration blended perfectly.

The parade of floats, like a long red and white river carrying unparalleled glory, slowly flowed through the streets of London.

Wherever it goes, it creates a boiling ocean.

Broadcast footage of the top five European football leagues.

Reporters from major media outlets in England.

Hundreds of millions of viewers around the world are witnessing this unprecedented football celebration.

As the float slowly approached the end of the journey.

When we arrived at the magnificent Emirates Stadium, the plaza outside was already packed with people.

The red wave stretched to the horizon.

Cheers, songs, and drumbeats merged into a continuous wave of sound, assaulting everyone's eardrums.

Yan Yuan took a deep breath and took a wireless microphone from the staff member.

He walked to the very front of the float and raised his hand.

As if by magic, the clamor of noise miraculously began to subside.

Tens of thousands of eyes were focused on him, filled with anticipation.

"Gunslinger fans!" Yan Yuan's voice, transmitted clearly through the microphone, echoed throughout every corner of the square, carrying the composure and strength unique to a young leader.

"My family! My friends!"

"Today!" Yan Yuan's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"We stand here! Not because of luck, not because of chance! Because of our hard work throughout the season! Because of our never-give-up belief!"

It is also because of you, every single Arsenal fan who cheered for us in the stadium, in front of the TV, and in every corner of the world! It is your strength that makes us invincible!

Then, Yan Yuan's gaze swept over the breathtaking red and white ocean below, each word resounding with conviction:

"Premier League champions! Champions League champions! League Cup champions! FA Cup champions! Unbeaten season! Quadruple! We did it! We wrote history! Glory belongs to Arsenal! Glory belongs to every one of you!"

"Arsenal! Arsenal! Arsenal!"

He was met with a thunderous, unified roar of cheers from the fans.

"Thank you for your companionship along the way!" Yan Yuan's voice was filled with sincere emotion.

"The parade is about to end, and the ceremony is about to begin! Please enter in an orderly manner!"

Tonight, at our home, the Emirates Stadium, we will lift these four weighty trophies together!

We will sing together! We will remember this unforgettable night! See you at the Emirates Stadium!

After speaking, Yan Yuan put down the microphone and bowed deeply to the fans.

"roar--!!!"

Amidst deafening cheers and applause, the float slowly drove into the Emirates Stadium's inner passageway.

In the square, excited fans began to flow orderly towards the various entrances of the stadium, their faces flushed with happiness and their eyes filled with anticipation for the final celebration of the night.