"The game is over! Arsenal wins four to one against Cardiff City! They have won the English League Cup of the 11-12 season!"
Inside the commentary booth, Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu stood up and applauded together. Their emotions rose with the Arsenal fans at the stadium, as if they had briefly become fans of this team.
"General Van Persie opened the scoring, and Great Demon King Maël scored a Hat-trick! With their brilliant performances, they helped the team taste the sweetness of victory again after 7 years!
"Mr. Wenger has achieved a Grand Slam in the English Football World. In his 16 years of coaching Arsenal, he has won 3 Premier League titles, 4 FA Cup titles, and 4 Community Shield Cup titles! "Today, he won his first EFL Cup title, and the four crowns of the English professional system can be regarded as all in his pocket!
"At the same time, this is also the first top event title won by Maël since he came up from the second-tier league!
"This is an important day for him, a day to reach a milestone.
Speaking of the end, Zhan Jun showed a happy smile, "I believe that at this point in time, winning this championship can give Arsenal all the soldiers stronger confidence in the last two and a half months!
"They are still unbeaten in the Premier League. Maybe, with no burden, they really have a chance to replicate the miracle of the 03-04 season and finally win the championship unbeaten! "Congratulations to them! Celebrate! Wembley at this moment belongs to you!"
"Maël has said many times that he hopes to win a Grand Slam in his career! Including personal honors, as well as club honors and national team honors!
"This must be the beginning of his club honors, an important step!"
"The player is lying on the ground at this time, as if he is traveling, reminiscing, and enjoying the honor of coronation in his own small world! "But more than a dozen photographers surrounded him, breaking his tranquility. How could everyone let him go, who scored 3 goals in this game and brought a hat? ! "He is the key player on the court at this moment, the protagonist in the Arsenal team!"
After Zhan Jun's voice fell, Zhang Lu 'hehe' laughed twice, and was about to answer when he happened to see Wenger running into the field and hugging his disciples.
"It can be seen that Wenger's pressure is much less." Zhang Lu's tone was smiling, and he seemed to understand the old coach, "The past few years of frustration seem to be accumulating strength for this season.
"I thought he had a good start at Arsenal, but he couldn't end well. I didn't expect a turning point now.
"What is this called, things will turn around when they reach the extreme, and good fortune comes after bad! The arrival of Maël is the good fortune of Wenger and this team!"
"Hahaha" Zhan Jun's hearty laughter came out. After a period of partnership, the two have become very compatible and can get each other's jokes.
At this time, seeing the screen in front of him giving the camera to the Cardiff City players, he cleared his throat and changed his tone.
"One family is happy and another is sad. Football seems to always be such a sport. It is rare to see two teams achieve their goals after the game.
"For the Cardiff City players, this is a game full of regrets. Since they have reached this point, they must have been dreaming of winning the championship.
"Unfortunately, the dream is broken, and the stronger team won the championship! But I think their fans will not be harsh on them, and the players have already done everything they can.
"Everyone has seen what kind of competitive state Cardiff City showed today. If they maintain it, maybe they can rush into the Premier League this year! "Okay, let's take a break and bring you the broadcast of the awards ceremony later!"
The two took off their headsets, drank water while admiring the Arsenal people's carnival in the stadium, and calculated the time when the awards ceremony would begin.
Off the field, against the background of Arsenal people celebrating wantonly, the Cardiff City players stood there dejectedly, with tears in their eyes.
"Pa pa pa!" A faint applause sounded, and then drove more people to applaud. In the end, the sound gradually approached the Arsenal people's celebration, which was exceptionally clear.
The players looked up at the surroundings and saw that about 80% of the fans had not left, clapping their hands to encourage them, and waiting with them for the final awards ceremony.
Many fans even leaned out and shouted words of comfort to the court.
"The runner-up is also good!"
"Hold your heads up, lads!"
"We like that silver medal!"
"When we first supported you, the team lost almost every week. We have gone through that road together... It's nothing."
"We've won a lot this season, everyone is very satisfied, keep going!"
"…"
As fans who came all the way from Cardiff to London to support the team, it is impossible to say that they are not disappointed at this time.
Everyone came with hope and expectation, and when everything fell through, no one could accept failure calmly.
But they still don't want to blame the players. In their opinion, they and the players are a family. They share the honor together when they win, and they have to bear it together when they lose.
The road is still long, and we have to continue to move forward. They must bring a positive side to the team as much as they can.
Such fans are true loyal fans. They regard the team as their faith and their spiritual pillar.
They are firm! Many Cardiff players were more emotionally stimulated by this scene, some people's faces were squeezed into a ball, and tears fell on both sides of their cheeks.
But they still raised their hands to signal to the fans and express their will to continue moving forward.
The podium was set up at this time, and the players from both teams walked towards the podium to prepare for the award ceremony.
"Maël."
Wenger walked up behind Maël, gripping his shoulders tightly with both hands, and reminisced with a smile, "Do you remember your official debut for the team? Doesn't it feel similar to this match?"
The scene from that day surfaced in Maël's mind, and he smiled contentedly, "I remember, that match was against Newcastle, and I started my journey at Arsenal with a hat-trick."
Wenger nodded slightly, but what he was referring to was not just that. After a pause, he reminded, "Remember what you said to me during the celebration?"
"Haha..." Maël turned around, seeing Wenger's elated face, "I said, I will definitely leave something behind."
He paused a step, waiting for Wenger to catch up and walk beside him, "It wasn't just that one time, I've expressed that sentiment many times. It's clear I've already completed a small step."
These were originally somewhat cheesy words, but at this moment, no one would feel awkward.
They couldn't wait to continue revealing their beautiful visions for the future to each other, embracing each other to express their feelings.
"But that day was impressive." Wenger walked forward with a beaming face, "I also replied, let us work together."
"So?" Maël turned his head and joked, "Are we going to hold hands and walk onto the podium together later?"
"Haha...!" They both laughed together, walking step by step to the side of the podium, waiting for the Cardiff City players to go on stage to receive their awards first.
Seeing them line up, the Cardiff City players and coaching staff walked past them with their heads down.
"Mr. Wenger."
While applauding the Cardiff City players, Maël said to Wenger beside him, "I understand your feelings. Just like I said, this is just a small step. I hope you and I can still partner up to win more.
"Not just the Premier League title at the end of the season, but also the Champions League, and even various multiple title wins.
"Maybe..." He turned his head and dreamed with a smile, "One year we can win all the championships in a season?"
Wenger laughed again, he leaned closer to Maël and said, "Then you might have to score 100 goals that season."
"No problem." Maël agreed with a smile, "I was able to score 40+ goals in a single season when I was 18, I believe I can double that when I'm 20."
He was about to laugh with Wenger when he saw several of the other team's players walking over, showing their intention to embrace him.
"You feel unfamiliar." Cardiff City captain Hudson came over first, and said with a wry smile, "When you won the Golden Boy Award or the Puskas Award, I remember someone mentioning our team.
"But it was only as a reference to compare your growth... I really hope this doesn't happen again, but it might happen again after today's game."
Maël hugged him, then spread his hands helplessly, "I don't want this either, but I can't help it."
Hudson shook his head and turned to step onto the podium.
Maël then hugged several other Cardiff City players, watching them all the way to the podium.
The runner-up award ceremony was relatively simple. The hostess and the guest came out together, hung silver medals on them, and shook hands with them.
When everyone had received their medals, the Cardiff City players seemed unwilling to stay here any longer, turned around and went to the sidelines to thank the fans.
The award ceremony for the champion officially began at this moment.
The excitement in Maël's chest was very intense, and he swayed back and forth, as if he couldn't stand still.
"Next, let us invite an old friend of the English Football World, David Dein, to present the important awards of this event!"
On the podium, a female host finished this sentence and turned her gaze to a place where an old man in a dark black suit coat slowly walked onto the stage.
David Dein, former Arsenal director, former vice chairman of The FA, former chairman of the G14 Alliance, he is one of the creators of the Premier League, and his image in the fan base is not very good.
But in any case, he made an important contribution to Arsenal - inviting Wenger from the J-League to take over Arsenal, and leaving Wenger at the club when he left.
He and Wenger are old friends. Wenger once said frankly that after he left the club, everything made him feel uneasy.
"Clap clap..." Maël clapped his hands with the others, watching the award-winning guest, who could also be regarded as a club legend, step onto the podium.
He observed Wenger's expression and found that the old Professor's face clearly showed surprise and astonishment, and his body was also a little trembling.
Obviously, the other party did not know that his old friend would attend this award ceremony.
"A very meaningful championship."
After David Dein took the stage, he turned his gaze to Wenger, with a meaningful smile on his face, "I sincerely congratulate my most beloved team Arsenal, and my good friend Wenger.
"We have walked a very glorious journey together, those were the happiest days of my life.
"It is my honor to present various awards to them here. I hope this championship will be a turning point for this team."
His words were met with warm applause from the entire stadium, as Arsenal fans stood up and clapped, "Clap clap clap!"
Although David Dein's actions in some matters couldn't be considered entirely honorable, anyone who offered blessings to Arsenal on this occasion would be warmly welcomed.
Moreover, after winning the championship again after seven years, seeing an old friend of the club, especially one from its peak, easily evoked memories of those happy times and inspired stronger expectations for the future.
"The first awards to be presented are the individual awards, namely the top scorer and the best player of the final."
David Dein held the microphone, smiling as he turned to look at Maël, his meaning already clear. "Let's invite Maël, the top scorer of this tournament, to receive the commemorative trophy! With eight goals, he has earned this honor, being the most incisive striker in this tournament!"
"Ahhhaaa!!" More than 50,000 Arsenal fans in Wembley Stadium cheered for Maël together. After watching this game live, their love for the player had reached its peak.
Maël is the team's new king, without a doubt! "Clap clap clap!" Off the field, all the Arsenal players and coaching staff also clapped, looking at Maël with smiles.
"Maël!"
"Give it to me after you're done!"
"Haha... Actually, this award was originally mine, but I took care of the younger players and let him have it."
"Why don't you say that you were supposed to score a hat-trick in the final? Huh? Song."
"Maël can also get the top scorer award? Maël can't break through, can't pass, and loses the ball all the time."
"Haha...! Too much!"
A burst of jeering rang out here, everyone teasing Maël, who was about to take the stage, but their eyes still showed joy, seemingly happy to see him win the award, believing it was well-deserved.
Without Maël, they wouldn't have been able to win this tournament in February and receive such great encouragement.
His contribution to this championship was not only the eight goals he scored for the team, but also his early insistence on this battle line.
Looking at it now, this can be considered the best choice and result by mistake.
If the team had given up on the League Cup journey at the beginning, they would have been in a deep dilemma when they found the team still undefeated in the second half of the season.
Should they risk losing the 'undefeated championship to achieve immortality' and start the FA Cup journey, or start the Champions League journey?
Or should they grit their teeth and aim for an undefeated league season, to secure the league title?
It seemed that no choice was the most correct. Choosing the former, they would continue to fight intensively, accumulating fatigue and increasing the risk of injury for everyone.
Perhaps they still had a 60-70% chance of winning the league title, and a 20-30% chance of winning one of the FA Cup and Champions League.
But what about the undefeated record?
What if more serious fatigue and an injury crisis led to a complete collapse and nothing to show for it, or only a Premier League title with flaws?
Choosing the latter would be like putting all their eggs in one basket, and everyone would be under immense pressure.
Once they couldn't maintain their undefeated streak, even if they steadily won the championship trophy, they would feel extremely regretful, feeling that they should have done something differently... In short, nothing is better than now. Not only is there a chance to win a double, but they can also easily aim for an undefeated championship, and receive a major boost along the way, fully fueling the team! "Clap clap clap!"
Amidst the applause, Maël smiled and walked past Mr. Wenger, raising his hands to greet the fans in the stadium.
He was very happy to be able to step onto the podium ahead of everyone else in the team and receive his individual award.
"Congratulations!"
David Dein handed him a small Crystal Cup. This was different from the Champions League and Premier League Golden Boot awards, and seemed far inferior in terms of prestige.
Events like the EFL Cup and FA Cup, strictly speaking, don't have a Golden Boot award. This Crystal Cup is just a commemorative award given to the top scorer of the season.
But so what? It can help Maël remember that in his first full season at Arsenal, he won the top scorer award in the EFL Cup with eight goals, and that's enough! All the awards he wants to win naturally include all the top scorer awards! Maël raised the top scorer's Crystal Cup high above his head, constantly turning around to greet all the Arsenal fans in all directions.
"Oh!" This stirred up another wave of cheers from the crowd, who never hesitated to give their encouragement, especially when it came to their favorite players.
After Maël received the award, seeing that David Dein didn't seem to have anything else to say to him, he prepared to step down.
"Wait."
David Dein stopped him with a smile, jokingly saying, "Are you going down so quickly because you don't think you have a chance to win the best player of the final?"
"No." Maël shook his head at him, and was about to say a second sentence when he saw David Dein hand him the microphone.
He leaned in a little, smiled, and said, "I just thought I had to go off stage first, and then go through the ceremony of coming on stage again."
"Oh!" David Dein raised his eyebrows high in surprise and laughed loudly, not expecting Maël to be so confident.
But thinking about it, with 3 goals, if they didn't give him the best player of the final, they couldn't give it to anyone else.
"Hahaha!" A burst of laughter resounded throughout the stadium. Receiving an award in front of more than 50,000 people was like this; the slightest emotional expression would immediately stir up the entire stadium.
On one side of the podium, Wenger and the Arsenal team were also clapping and laughing, joking about Maël in hushed tones.
"So congratulations to Maël for winning the best player of the final!"
David Dein didn't keep them in suspense. He gestured to the hostess beside him, and after she came forward, he took a more exquisitely crafted small trophy and handed it to Maël.
"Aahh!" An even more intense roar erupted as everyone paid their highest respects to Maël.
Maël happily stuck out his tongue, holding the Golden Boot award in his left hand and the best player of the final award in his right.
£1 million in hand, the base endorsement fee reached £2.85 million!
This could be considered a complete end to the tournament. He had won everything he could! David Dein then put down the microphone, walked to Maël's side, and spread his hands, saying, "Come on, kid. Although I left the team more than 4 years before you came, I have always been watching it.
"You carry all the hopes of Arsenal's revival, I can say that.
"Seeing a player like you appear in the team, assisting my old friend Wenger to create more glory, my happiness is beyond words."
Maël stepped forward to hug him, nodded to him, and said politely, "I hope that the day I leave Arsenal, I can achieve the same success as you."
"Oh." David Dein immediately smiled so wide that he couldn't close his mouth. He waved his hand, "If you can only achieve my kind of success, you won't get so much love and attention. Don't worry, kid, you will be even better."
The two hugged again, and Maël joked in his ear this time, "Actually, I think so too."
"Haha..." David Dein smiled and pointed at Maël, then gestured for Maël to go ahead.
Maël also gestured for him to go ahead. The award ceremony at this stage was over, and the two exited the podium from both sides.
"Let's go, let's go!"
"Let's go up!"
Next, the players pushed each other towards the podium, and soon all stood in the center of the podium.
Maël followed the crowd up as soon as he came down, and was deliberately squeezed into the most central position by everyone. He squatted in the front.
"Where's Mr. Wenger?"
Van Persie was next to him and asked, "Is he in the back?"
"It seems so." Maël glanced back and didn't see Mr. Wenger's figure.
Van Persie wanted to go over and call him, but he thought that Mr. Wenger should have his own ideas, so he said, "Forget it, let's lift the trophy first. After lifting the trophy, we'll throw him up together."
"Okay." Maël laughed. He couldn't help but smile when he thought of Mr. Wenger's appearance later.
Realizing that he was getting closer and closer to lifting his first top-level tournament championship, his breathing became rapid, and he began to look around constantly.
Glancing to the right, he saw Henry standing next to him, looking at the stadium with a satisfied smile.
"Hi, kid." Henry noticed him looking, turned to look at him, and looked around the stadium again with a happy expression, "This feeling is very good, right? There are even better ones, but unfortunately I can't experience them with you.
"But I'm still very lucky. I only came back for more than two months, and I didn't expect to lift a trophy with the team.
"For this, I must thank you, and I hope you can achieve even greater achievements with this team in the future."
Henry finally patted him on the shoulder, "Remember what I said, help this team win the Champions League in the future."
"Of course, I will." Maël nodded to him, then turned to look for Kyle Walker's figure, wanting to see how this new aid was reacting.
Kyle Walker was standing behind him, smiling foolishly at this time, and didn't even notice him turning around.
"What are you thinking about?" Maël asked, and when he saw that the other party hadn't reacted, he poked him.
"Ah?" Kyle Walker had actually heard Maël's words just now, but he didn't react. At this time, he came back to his senses and smiled, "I was thinking, is it true that as long as I keep up with your pace, winning the championship will become easy?"
He seemed very fortunate to have come to Arsenal halfway through the season and lifted a championship trophy a month later.
"Haha..." Maël smiled and patted his stomach, "Happy cooperation."
"Happy cooperation." Kyle Walker dodged nimbly backward, then said seriously, "I hope I can be behind you, doing the dirty work and hard work for you."
"I hope so."
Maël winked his right eye at him, and after thinking of something, he joked, "If you can show the attitude of doing another kind of dirty work and hard work behind others in reality, I believe you can stand firm as a right back."
Kyle Walker's story with his mistress was no secret within the team, and he often joked about it in the locker room.
"Hahaha." His laughter was very hearty, without holding back at all, and he couldn't help but gently nudge Maël.
Maël didn't joke with him anymore. He saw that everyone seemed ready, and Van Persie was heading to the podium to receive the League Cup trophy.
Watching the other's back, for a moment, he also had the idea of becoming the team captain.
But it was too early to say that now. He was too young, and if he really competed for the captaincy, it would inevitably damage his relationship with Van Persie and other teammates.
Wait for the right opportunity, he believed there would always be a good chance.
Under the gaze of more than 50,000 Arsenal fans, and under the anxious anticipation of Arsenal players and coaching staff, Van Persie took the trophy, kissed it, and turned to walk towards the podium.
After going up the stairs, he stopped at the side of the podium, "Come on, Maël! Come on!"
Maël was stunned for a moment, and a sense of familiarity rushed over him again. Van Persie also wanted to invite him to lift the trophy together? "Come on!" Van Persie, afraid that Maël would be embarrassed, laughed: "You are the second captain, it's only fitting that we lift it together.
"You got the best player and top scorer awards, I wouldn't feel right lifting the trophy alone."
Feeling the eager gazes of everyone around him, Maël stepped up and came to a position parallel with Van Persie, touching the cold feel of the trophy, a sense of glory rising in his heart.
He and Van Persie carried the Carling Cup together, changing from a slow walk to a quick walk, then from a quick walk to small steps forward, and finally to a jog.
"Oh!!"
All the Arsenal members bent over, placing their hands under them and stepping with small steps, making low roars in their mouths, and the fans at the scene followed their rhythm, "Ohhhh!!"
In the last two steps, Maël and Van Persie looked at each other, rushed to the center position together, turned forward, and simultaneously raised the trophy high above their heads.
"Yeahhhhh!!" At that moment, their shouts of celebration merged with the voices of the fans, and everyone jumped up and down with joy.
"Arsenal!" In the commentary box, Zhan Jun shouted his signature championship ending, although simple, it had a special flavor under the blessing of his unique voice, ".are the champions!!"
"Poof poof poof!"
"Poof poof poof!"
The salute cannons on both sides continued to fire, and silver-white ribbons rushed into the sky, falling towards the jumping players, some even falling on the trophy.
"Chizz chizz chizz!" The flamethrowers also sprayed out an intersecting wall of fire, blooming behind the players, adding a bit of fiery atmosphere to the podium.
"Click click click!" Dozens of media reporters in front of the podium quickly captured the scene of fireworks and ribbons rising into the sky at the same time.
For the players, this was definitely a photo of a lifetime, an extremely important scene, worth recording!
"Champions!!"
"Yesss!"
"Double crown!!"
The players shouted passionately towards the sky, at this time they couldn't say anything else, they could only shout some of the simplest, most direct words.
"Where's Mr. Wenger?" Maël jumped a few times, and after feeling that the most exciting energy had passed, he turned his head and looked for Mr. Wenger's figure.
Van Persie also stopped, handed the trophy to his teammates to experience lifting it, and also looked around.
Soon, they saw Mr. Wenger, who had already taken off his coat, wearing a white shirt and clapping his hands with a smile.
"Aha!"
When Maël and Van Persie laughed and rushed towards Wenger together, all the Arsenal players knew what they were going to do, turned around and joined the celebration.
"What are you doing?!" Wenger saw everyone in this appearance, the smile on his face became even brighter, but he still subconsciously turned around and wanted to escape.
Maël's explosiveness came in handy, he took two steps and hugged Wenger around the chest, pulling him to a stop.
Van Persie and others quickly lifted him up into the air in front, everyone laughed and stretched out their hands towards the old gentleman, sharing the passion of the moment together.
"Are you ready?"
Maël was very active, he asked a question, and then began to count down, "321 throw!"
"Aiyo!"
Accompanied by a shout, Wenger was thrown into the sky by the players, and the Arsenal fans in the stands quickly joined the shouting, beating the rhythm with the players, "Aiyo aiyo!!"
Wenger was surprised, scared, and happy, after circling in the air a few times, he put his hands on the players, "Put me down! Okay, okay!"
"Click, click!" The media reporters crowded around the podium, raising their cameras high and aiming them at Wenger.
Seeing that many people were helping him up, Maël let go, squeezed out of the crowd, and ran towards the player tunnel.
At the entrance of the player tunnel, he saw Isabella, José, and others waiting for him, but in his anxiety, he simply greeted them, "Wait for me, I'll come and get you in right away!"
Isabella felt the gust of wind as Maël ran past, her eyes fixated on his back, almost forming threads.
"Hey, hey!" It was her good friend Aisha waving in front of her eyes that brought her back to her senses. "Huh?"
Aisha didn't say anything, just smiled with pursed lips.
"Tap, tap, tap!"
Soon, the sound of cleats hitting the ground rang out, and Maël returned, carrying four bottles of champagne in his arms, running towards the field.
Everyone watched his back, eagerly anticipating celebrating together on the field soon.
"Fsh, fsh, fsh!"
Reaching the vicinity of the podium, Maël threw three bottles of champagne on the ground. While Mr. Wenger hadn't come down yet, and the Arsenal players were huddled together, he took the lead in firing the first shot of champagne.
"Ooh, ooh...!" He pinched the bottle with one hand and pressed half of the bottle mouth with his thumb, shaking the champagne in his hand wildly.
The white champagne foam quickly rose into the air, showering over the heads of all the Arsenal players, and also wetting Wenger's shirt.
Everyone was stunned, turning their heads to see Maël with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Fsh, fsh, fsh!"
As soon as they saw him, the champagne bottle in his hand was aimed at them, spraying towards their faces.
These people quickly blocked their faces, looking around for champagne, and soon saw the other three bottles.
Sagna and Mertesacker picked up a bottle and indiscriminately attacked all the Arsenal players, "Haha...!"
Van Persie picked up a bottle and chased after Maël, wanting to avenge the sneak attack just now, "Just you wait!"
Maël sprayed him a few times, and seeing that the champagne in the bottle had no more foam, he turned and ran to the side.
Van Persie chased relentlessly, spraying as he ran, but it all landed on Maël's back, posing no real threat.
"Hahaha!"
The field was immediately in chaos, everyone running around excitedly, chasing each other, and at this moment, their joy was personified.
All the perseverance and suffering, all the pressure and mental anguish of the season, were released at this moment.
Perhaps the EFL Cup is not a very valuable trophy compared to other trophies.
But winning this trophy in late February, before the end of the season, is of great significance!
In the corner, David Dein watched this scene and couldn't help but applaud again, his eyes filled with tears as he clapped.
He had lived a magnificent life, holding high positions in many places, and seemed to have lost some of his emotions.
But if you were to ask him what he still had feelings for, then Arsenal would definitely be one of them.
After watching for a while, David Dein took out his phone and took a picture of Maël, who was running and dodging, and then posted it on his social media.
He didn't post any text, just expressing that he was silently watching all of this.
He believed that, with the joy of winning the championship today, Arsenal fans would know his mood at this moment.
After finishing this, he turned and left, heading out of the stadium... He couldn't go into the stadium to share this honor and joy with Arsenal. These things were for the people who stayed with the team to enjoy.
The award ceremony gradually came to an end at this moment, and all the players' relatives and friends came on stage, and a lot of people quickly gathered on the field.
"Where's the gold medal?"
Before inviting Isabella and others, Maël raised his hand and looked around, asking the staff, "Shouldn't there be a medal or something? I see there are silver medals."
"They'll be distributed uniformly later." A staff member holding a large frame walked over and replied to him, taking the opportunity to take a photo with Maël with his mobile phone.
"Can't you give it to me now?"
Maël guessed that the gold medals were in his frame, and walked up familiarly, taking one and hanging it around his neck, "Okay, I'll give it to myself, thank you."
He waved to the stunned staff member, then ran towards the player tunnel to invite Isabella and others.
"Hurry!"
Seeing Isabella eagerly waiting at the front, he handed her the medal around his neck. "Keep this safe for me for a bit, I'm afraid someone will take it away."
Isabella took the heavy medal, stunned in place, and before she could react, Maël pulled her onto the field.
Maël held her left hand, originally wanting to put his right arm around José's shoulder, but when he reached out, he realized Aisha was walking beside him, staring blankly.
"Ah, sorry." He quickly retracted his hand, feeling a little embarrassed.
Almost made a big mistake!
If he brought two girls out at the same time, he didn't know what people would say about him tomorrow.
Isabella, still reeling from receiving Maël's medal, followed Maël's quick pace, then jogged onto the field.
"Oh!" The moment she appeared, she heard cheers erupting around her, instantly realizing what it meant.
Isabella's cheeks flushed slightly, her heart pounding, with an urge to scream.
She jogged behind Maël, watching his back and the arm he extended behind him to hold her hand, a sweet smile gradually appearing on her face.
Although she knew it might be an unintentional gesture from Maël at his emotional peak, and she had just seen Maël wanting to put his arm around someone else... but at least, her feelings at this moment were real.
Behind them, Aisha and Safina walked together, José, Lewis, Davis, and Harry watching the scene with smiles.
"Are we a bit redundant?" José turned to look at his three colleagues, asking uncertainly.
"It's okay." Harry didn't mind, strolling alone in the center of Wembley Stadium, enjoying the joy of winning the championship.
Lewis and Davis didn't say anything, only took out their phones, taking pictures all over Wembley Stadium, and even took a few selfies.
Safina and Aisha also took some photos of each other as souvenirs, getting to know each other gradually.
After taking the photos, Safina looked at the massive Wembley Stadium and the dense crowd in the stands, sighing, "It would be great if we could experience moments like this once or twice every year, that would be a wonderful life."
"Yeah." Aisha nodded, looking at her with a smile and asking, "Maël will help you achieve that goal."
"Haha..."
Safina shook her head, smiling and retorting, "You can't say he's helping me achieve my goal, he's achieving his own goal, and it's our honor to share in his happiness.
"Especially Harry and I, we were the first to know him, and we have a better relationship with him. He remembers us in everything, of course, that's just what we think."
Aisha didn't say anything more, turning to look for her best friend, only to see Isabella already taking photos with the trophy.
Fortunately, Maël didn't forget the others, and soon came over with the trophy.
After everyone had taken individual photos with the trophy, Maël placed the trophy on the lawn and waved his hand, saying, "Come on, come on, let's take one with my good friends."
Everyone laughed and stepped forward, standing on either side of Maël, striking different poses for the photo.
Maël squatted beside the trophy, feeling something was wrong behind him, and turned around to find Isabella making a 'peace' sign with both hands on top of his head.
Davis and Lewis, the two Muscle Maniac lv5, flexed their muscles on either side of his shoulders, making him look like he had three heads and six arms.
José and Harry grinned, clenching their fists in front of their chests, looking very excited.
Only Aisha and Safina's actions were more normal, the former posing like a suit model, the latter placing one hand on her shoulder.
"Haha...!"
He didn't think there was anything wrong with it, turned his head, put his hands on the trophy, and signaled to the team's photographer that they could start taking pictures.
"321!"
As the countdown ended, Maël and the group of mischievous friends standing behind him all opened their mouths and shouted, "Yeah!"
"Click, click!" The Arsenal photographer standing in front of them quickly pressed the shutter, capturing the best moments.
"Wait for us!"
"Hold on!"
Even many reporters from different media outlets quickly ran towards them, while begging everyone to continue holding the pose.
Maël and the others didn't spoil the fun, waiting until everyone had finished taking pictures.
"Click, click!" The flashes kept going off, not appearing obvious outdoors, and many media outlets captured this precious moment of commemoration for them.
After taking the photo, a reporter from The Times looked at the image in the camera and smiled.
In the shot, Maël was squatting on the ground, with a stunningly beautiful, sunny girl behind him making a 'peace' sign, adding a touch of cuteness to him, but the arms of the two muscle men somewhat disrupted the balance.
However, these funny moments, combined with the two people cheering with raised arms in the back, and the two striking model poses, gave the photo a unique charm.
He knew that this would become a classic photo from the early stages of Maël's career.
People would remember this photo and remember that on February 28, 2012, Maël won his first top-level tournament title, happily sitting in front of the trophy at Wembley with his good friends, laughing heartily.
ps: Just this chapter for today. Starting tomorrow, I'll begin to wrap up the season. Of course, that doesn't mean I'll rush through it haphazardly.
I hope to finish this season strong. Thank you all for your support along the way. I need a night to rest! This month, I've updated 503,000 words, with a goal of 540,000+ words, plus 47k for the Alliance Master bonus chapters, and 97k for the monthly ticket bonus chapters.
Seeking monthly tickets, it's the first time in my life I'm close to 10,000!
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