"Leon Maël!! Absolutely Wonderful!! Unbelievable!! Top notch!! He never holds back! He never stops! After breaking the goal record in this game, he has raised the record to 36 goals!"
Inside the commentary box, British legendary commentator Martin Tyler, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time, smiled and looked at Maël. In the camera, he was already running towards his own half with his teammates.
"An angel has descended on Emirates Stadium! As long as you see him, you know why no team can stop Arsenal from succeeding this season! 36 goals, 18 assists! 54+ goal contributions! This is already close to his explosive data during his EFL Championship period!
"Perhaps, we didn't fully realize last year what level of player this is! Or perhaps, we didn't realize this year what kind of growth and progress the player has made in this year!
"The Premier League has finally ushered in its own best, and he will represent the English Football World to compete with Messi and Cristiano of La Liga for the title of the best among the three! You heard that right, he will represent the peak combat power of the entire English Football World! He will become the face of this place!"
The director's camera swept to Wenger, who was smiling happily on the sidelines, looking at Maël with love in his eyes, like looking at his own child.
"Wenger's team is once again in a wonderful fairyland!
"Their 27th victory is coming soon, which also surpasses the club's highest single-season wins in history!
The camera turned again, focusing on Maël, who was already standing in his position. He was panting with a smile on his face, as if he knew that the director would definitely follow him.
"Now! What appears in front of you is the Premier League single-season goal record holder, the English Championship single-season goal record holder, and the assist record holder! The youngest Golden Boy Award winner! The youngest Ballon d'Or top ten candidate! The youngest Puskas Award winner!"
Maël in the camera saluted the fans who had been cheering for him in the stands, then looked at the big screen in the stadium, confirmed that the broadcast camera was filming him, and smiled even more brightly.
"The demon from Aix! The monster from the second-tier league! The new generation leader of France Football! Arsenal's hope to become a first-class giant! The treasure of the Football World!
"Leon Maël!!"
Martin Tyler took off his headset and took a deep breath of fresh air, but the smile on his face did not fade.
As a Football commentator, it is extremely lucky to be able to accompany a player to complete such an important moment.
Even, this moment is not only an important moment for a player, it may also be for the Football World.
Everyone knows that a brand-new level of player has appeared. He is destined to break the existing pattern of Football and even create more history.
A player who completed his professional debut and top league debut in the most stunning way, who can guess how high he can reach in the future? They can only follow Maël's perspective, step by step forward, to complete and conquer legendary stadiums one by one.
"Beep! Beep! Beep——!"
Inside Emirates Stadium, three long whistles sounded, announcing the end of the game.
The score was finally fixed at three to two. Arsenal won a comeback victory at home. This is their 27th win of the season! After this round, their points came to 87 points, one step away from 90 points! "Vamos! Vamos Vamos Vamos!" The fans in the stadium sang passionately, the rhythm a bit like the melody sung by 'Queen' when they performed on stage for the last time.
Maël followed all the members of Arsenal around the stadium, raising his hands and clapping, thanking the fans for their support in this game.
Looking at the joyful faces and the eyes full of hope, he couldn't help but walk closer and high-five some fans.
"Aha!" This quickly caused the front row fans to go crazy, and many people squeezed over, stretching out their arms towards him.
He would sometimes accidentally miss a few, causing some fans to fall into disappointment and embarrassment.
This can't be helped, he can't high-five everyone.
Most of the time, he can only see the fans jumping excitedly after high-fiving him, and the fans looking forward to him in front of him.
"Maël!"
"Will we be champions?"
"Will we be double champions?"
"Will it be this season?"
Many fans asked him questions. Having experienced too many disappointments, even though they are already leading by a lot, they still cannot completely believe that the team will be successful in the end.
They crave a clear answer, preferably from someone they trust completely.
"Yes!"
Maël took a deep breath and assured them: "We will win the Premier League title with an undefeated record, and we will also become the only double champion in the English Football World this season!"
"Yes!" Many fans waved their hands excitedly. Sometimes they seem to be wavering, and sometimes they are extremely firm.
When a super striker tells you on the day he breaks the record that the team will win the championship, you must believe it!
Many fans smiled happily, and they also congratulated Maël on the achievements he had made today.
"Congratulations!"
"An unparalleled 36 goals!"
"With a striker like that, who couldn't win the championship? He and Van Persie have scored 65 goals together!"
"Maël, where will you go next? Will we see 40 goals?"
"Don't feel any pressure! Always remember, you always have Arsenal fans supporting you, and even Sheffield United fans too."
"Haha... Before you broke the record, we already thought you were the best striker in the league!"
"King of Emirates Stadium!"
Maël looked at them in admiration, listening to their encouragement, his face slightly moved.
He rarely interacted with fans face-to-face, mostly seeing their comments and messages on his social media accounts.
That was incomparable to this moment; he couldn't feel the intonation in their voices, nor could he see their expressions as they spoke.
When he saw real people affirming and praising him in front of him, it was a completely different feeling.
His desire for the championship grew even stronger... The fans had brought him so much emotional value, and he had to bring them more joy in return.
Players and fans moving towards each other, that was the best way to get along.
After walking a bit further, he noticed that he had arrived in Zone A and began to look around for a figure.
Soon, he saw Isabella, wearing an Arsenal number 7 jersey on her upper body and white stockings and boots on her lower body, waving at him. Her outfit was very refreshing today.
Maël smiled. He walked over and gave Isabella a tight hug.
"My throat is almost hoarse," Isabella said, her red lips slightly parted, her face radiant with a smile, as she leaned close to Maël's ear and said, "You played so well, I'm so proud of you."
"And by the way, a lot of Arsenal fans recognize me. They asked me for your autograph, giggle...!"
She rarely had time to come to the stadium to watch Maël's game today. She didn't expect to not only witness Maël breaking the record with her own eyes, but also receive the enthusiasm of Arsenal fans.
There was no better experience than this; it was as if she had personally experienced everything.
"What did you tell them?" Maël could feel Isabella's happiness, which made him feel even better.
Isabella raised her chin slightly, a proud smile on her lips, imitating her expression at the time, "I said, you're too busy, I can't bear to bother you anymore, it would break my heart."
"Haha..." Maël couldn't help but chuckle, pinching her cheek before kissing her. This time, the action was much more practiced.
"Oh!" The nearby fans cheered, taking out their phones to record this scene.
Isabella had gradually gotten used to it. This time, she didn't seem shy or blush. She smiled generously, her expression happy, even a little intoxicated, and hugged Maël even tighter.
After they separated, she stared into Maël's eyes and said seriously, "On the day we win the championship, I want to celebrate for you properly."
Maël nodded and smiled, also looking into her bright eyes, "Okay, but if we win the championship early, we might have to wait until the end of the season to relax. We still have the goal of being undefeated."
"Then we'll have an even more crazy celebration then. I'll go to your house to drink with you and have a good time," Isabella said with a charming smile, hooking her arm around Maël's neck.
"Okay."
Maël kissed her cheek one last time and prepared to continue the thank-you activities with the other players on the team.
"Hey!"
Seeing that he was about to leave, Isabella stopped him, waving at him with a sweet expression, "Maël, I hope I can be there for every important moment in your future! I've always had confidence in you, since a long time ago."
Maël turned around and nodded to her emphatically, feeling some special emotions in his heart.
He remembered when he first participated in the Champions League, Isabella pointed to the photo wall and said that this was the road he had come from, and she would definitely wait for the day his value exceeded 100 million.
At that time, she probably already believed in him and had been giving him strength from the sidelines.
Perhaps from the beginning, Isabella was destined to become a very important person in his life.
He hoped that this relationship could last longer, that the two of them could continue to encourage each other to move forward, and never lose their passion.
"Phew."
In any case, ending the day of their 27th victory, the day he broke the Premier League single-season goal record, in such a way was impressive.
It was a perfect day.
——"Maël Breaks the Premier League Single-Season Goal Record!"
This was the news that rapidly topped the trending charts on various platforms after the game. There was no fancy rhetoric, just the simplest and most direct way of reporting his achievement.
Once the news was released, within a short hour, the number of clicks had exceeded 40 million, with countless fans simultaneously browsing various entries and videos about him.
"Maël's Full Record of 36 Premier League Goals!"—464,000 likes
"A Little Demon from the Second Tier... No! A Super Superstar Dominating the Premier League!"—433,000 likes
"Vamos! Maël's 92 Celebration Moves for 36 Goals!"—318,000 likes
"Legendary Commentator Martin Tyler's Two-Minute Love Letter to Him!"—566,000 likes
"First in Creating Chances, First in Dribbling, First in Times Fouled, Second in Threatening Passes in the Premier League This Season! He Completely Dominates This League!"—410,000
"The Landscape of World Football Has Been Disrupted From This Day On. A Strong Competitor to Messi and Cristiano (No Need to Add 'Future')!"—223,000
Many videos about him quickly gained hundreds of thousands of likes, and the fans' discussion remained high.
"Broke the second-tier league record in his first season, you can say he's not in the top league. Broke the Premier League record in his second season, you must admit, he is the best in the English league!"
"Someone once said that his football is simple and crude, with a low ceiling. What do you think this season?"
"What to see? This season is still very simple and crude, feels nothing special."
"Okay, okay, nothing special, can't say his ceiling is not high, right? Because he now represents the upper limit of Premier League strikers!"
"Last season, the player could only score through Long Shots and Curved Shots, occasionally a few tap-ins. What about this season? Not only are the two special skills still there, but there are also a series of scoring methods such as volleys, outside of the foot, and headers!"
"Not only that, his breakthroughs are not as direct as they were at the beginning of the season, but have added a lot of new things!"
"Yes, looking back now, he has become more and more comprehensive, and his style of play has become much better. Only people who haven't watched him play can say slanderous things about him."
"Can he compare with Messi and Cristiano? I don't think so yet."
"Why not? The number of goals on all fronts is already 51, even if the 8 goals in the EFL Cup are not counted, there are 43 goals. A striker with 40+ goals in a single season, who can't he compare with?"
"Why not count the EFL Cup?"
"There's no need to argue. The player's highest level of brilliance may not be as good as Messi and Ronaldo, but don't forget that he is only 18 years old. His ability, data, and performance in the same period are stronger than all players in history!"
"Yes, as long as he wins more honors, he is expected to challenge for the Ballon d'Or!"
Many fans browsing these comments suddenly had a strange feeling.
It was as if, unknowingly, how come more and more people mentioned Messi and Cristiano when talking about him? What about Ronaldo? Didn't they always mention the Alien before? Why are they directly mentioning Messi and Ronaldo now?
Could it be... as his fans and Martin Tyler said, he really has the ability to challenge the best player in active service? On this day, many people fell asleep with shocking emotions, and many people even had fragments about Maël in their dreams... This super striker has been deeply engraved in their minds.
Some people also found that their emotions were not as excited as they had imagined before, not as good as their expectations for him to break the record.
They analyzed their inner selves and found the reason... This must not be the player's true ceiling. He is still young and has a great future.
Maybe, he can really impact all the awards, really impact an unprecedented level!
There is no way, when a player appears in people's field of vision in this way, no one does not expect whether he can really do something special.
At ten o'clock the next morning, Alan Shearer and Andy Cole, two brothers in distress, appeared on Sky Sports' program.
"Honestly, I was silent for a long time the moment he broke the scoring record."
Alan Shearer spoke first. He saw Lineker wanting to interrupt, and quickly interrupted him, "I just didn't want this emotion to be filmed, so I refused your invitation to commentate on this game live.
"At that time, my wife and children came to comfort me, and I asked them to leave. That feeling was like a very important part of my heart suddenly disappeared."
"Actually, I thought my emotions would be more intense, but I didn't expect to say a word."
After Alan Shearer finished speaking, he smiled, "But when I saw that after he scored, he didn't celebrate, but quickly took the ball to fight for victory, I suddenly admired him.
"So when he completed his 36th goal and led the team to victory, my emotions completely changed. I applauded and cheered for him, forgetting that he broke my record.
"This is a player who will be appreciated by all Football people. I am very honored that my record made him work hard for a long time. He chased me and Cole in a 33-round game.
"Can you understand this feeling? Lineker definitely can't, he hasn't scored that many goals."
"Haha...!" Alan Shearer laughed out loud. Lineker often said that he was bald, and he would take the opportunity to fight back.
Lineker looked helpless. He turned to look at Andy Cole, "What about you? Express your feelings about leaving the list."
"Leaving the list?" Andy Cole raised his eyebrows, pretending to be innocent, "I am tied for second with Alan Shearer, only behind him."
"Second place is also a very rare achievement, Lineker, you have to admit, we are still the object of others' pursuit."
"Shouldn't it be Maël?" Lineker retorted.
"Maël?" Andy Cole shook his head, expressing his appreciation for the player in a special way, "There are still 5 rounds left, and I am optimistic that he will score more than 40 goals.
"This is unreachable for other players, so they won't chase Maël.
"Surpassing me and Alan Shearer to reach second place will be the new goal for Premier League forwards."
"Haha..." After speaking, he laughed with Alan Shearer, both of them with appreciation in their eyes.
This time, they lost convincingly, without any complaints.
At this moment, on the big screen behind them, the precious image of the two of them completing the 34-goal record with smiles on their faces appeared again.
Different from the last time, this time their photos rolled forward and slowly disappeared, as if implying something.
Alan Shearer looked at himself with hair and his eyes suddenly warmed, smiling emotionally: "Our era has come to an end, and a more excellent forward has stepped onto the stage of history.
"He has proved that he is better than us, I only hope that we will not disappear in the memory of the fans.
"Bless him, I hope he can lead Arsenal to realize their dreams in the Premier League and the Champions League, and also take a photo of him wearing a crown like this.
"I will post on Twitter all day that day, saying that he is paying tribute to me, haha!"
Andy Cole crossed his hands and looked at the screen without speaking, but his eyes sparkled.
As their photos slowly disappeared, a new photo appeared on the screen, the protagonist in the photo wearing an Arsenal jersey.
"Lionel Maël, the future of Football must belong to him." Lineker couldn't help but sigh this time, he squinted his eyes and stared at Maël's face for a long time.
...
That afternoon, in a Football training center in London, a group of middle-aged people happily took photos in front of the media.
Hans was also among them, holding a certificate in his hand. After taking the photo, he hugged and said goodbye to the people next to him, "A very unforgettable time, I hope to see you in the Premier League in the future."
"Haha...!" His friends laughed and shook their heads slightly.
"We don't have the opportunity like you, to become the assistant coach of a wealthy club as soon as we get the pro coach certificate."
"Yes, Hans, I have to go back to Aston Villa to lead the U18, and wait for another 5 years to see if I can make a name for myself."
"I'm going to find opportunities in the Portuguese League and the Dutch League, I heard that the competition there is not too fierce."
"A club in China invited me, but it's a second-level league, I'll go and try it."
"In short, it was a very good coaching training trip, to be able to meet the coach who brought out Maël and Gilbert!"
"Don't forget us Hans, when you lift the Premier League and Champions League trophies, maybe others won't care about you, we will definitely gather together to cheer for you!"
Everyone expressed their blessings to Hans. After a period of contact, their relationship had become very close.
Hans looked at them, feeling a little touched. He remembered himself two years ago, when he didn't even have the opportunity to become a pro-level coach, let alone become the envy of pro-level coaches.
Unconsciously, he had also taken many steps forward and came to another climax in his life.
People at this time are always prone to feeling the past, and all kinds of emotions will overflow.
Hans couldn't help it, he pursed his lips and said with red eyes: "I am a lucky person, I have done so much that I should have done, but I have received too much.
"I can't say that I brought out Maël, but the player always remembers me and gave me a pair of shoes that are becoming more and more valuable.
"Even, without him, I would not have the opportunity to meet you, let alone become the assistant coach of Arsenal.
"Yesterday, I was very excited to see Maël break the goal record and lead the team to break the winning record. I drank five bottles of beer alone.
"Unexpectedly, after getting up, I got my pro-level coach certificate as I wished."
Hans smiled with tears in his eyes, he shook his certificate, "God is blessing me, and I hope he can bless you too.
"I'm sorry I talked too much, my surging mood for many days has not been released."
Someone next to him quickly came up and hugged him again.
Someone smiled and joked: "So, can that pair of shoes be cut into pieces and given to us as a souvenir?"
"No." Hans smiled, he refused very simply.
...
5:30 p.m., Britannia Stadium, Manchester City started the 33rd round of the Premier League against Stoke City here.
"With Arsenal taking the lead, Mancini's team is bound to be under a lot of pressure. Stoke City is not an easy opponent to deal with. Hopefully, they can leave here with a smile!"
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"Yaya Touré with a long shot! It's not in! There's a follow-up shot! Beautiful!! One-nil, just five minutes into the game, Manchester City takes the lead!"
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"Another shot attempt! Still not in. The pace of the game has slowed down during this period, and both sides are struggling to find good opportunities!
"Mancini seems even more anxious than Stoke City's manager, Pereira. He probably feels that a one-nil lead isn't stable enough!"
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"Stoke City's counter-attack is here! They're going for a direct shot from outside the penalty area! Very threatening! "Mancini crouched down at the moment of the shot. If this ball goes in, he might just lie down on the Britannia Stadium! "The game is already past the 80-minute mark. If Stoke City scores at this point, things will get very bad!"
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"A narrow escape! Manchester City ultimately wins this game with a score of one-nil! Their points have also exceeded 80+!
"The suspense for the title still remains. In the last 5 rounds, with a 5-point difference, do they have a chance?!"
"."
"Vamos!!"
On the sidelines, Mancini, hearing the whistle, made the same celebratory gesture as last time. He leaned back and roared to the sky until someone reminded him to go to the sidelines and shake hands with the opposing manager.
In the post-match press conference, he was uncharacteristically calm and answered all questions without getting angry at the reporters.
"If your boss approved a transfer fund that would allow you to sign any player from either of your title-contending rivals, who would you choose?"
Upon hearing this question, Mancini looked at the reporter and, after a long silence, impatiently shook his head and said, "That question is too stupid. The answer is obvious, there's no need to choose at all."
"Maël?"
"Yes, please don't ask me such questions again, they are too foolish."
At half-past seven, the match between Manchester United and Aston Villa kicked off at Villa Park.
"Ashley Young breaks into the penalty area! With Valencia suspended due to a red card, the responsibility of attacking falls on him!
"Feint, change of direction! Hutton brings him down! The referee awards a penalty!
"Rooney! Fooled the goalkeeper! Rooney scores his 24th goal of the season!"
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"The first half ends with a score of one-nil! Team captain Rooney puts the team in the lead!"
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"Here's Evans! He's going to pass to Nani! Nani wants to do it himself! His playing style is quite individualistic! "Feint! Oh...! Oh, oh, oh! Nani uses brilliant Dribbling to shake off the defenders and score a goal! Two-nil! "No problem! With more than twenty minutes left in the game, Manchester United, who have fielded a six-defender formation today, should undoubtedly secure the victory!"
"."
"Beep! Beep! Beep——!"
Three long whistles sounded, and Ferguson, holding a water bottle, walked towards the sidelines with a relaxed expression, shook hands with the opposing manager, and then headed towards the player tunnel.
At the entrance, he saw a photographer who had been taking pictures of him.
"Chichi...!"
He glanced at the photographer, picked up the water bottle, aimed it at his camera, and squirted a stream of water as a prank, "Haha...!"
"Premier League Standings: 1st: Arsenal, 33 matches, 27 wins, 6 draws, 87 points. 2nd: Manchester City, 33 matches, 26 wins, 4 draws, 3 losses, 82 points. 3rd: Manchester United, 33 matches, 25 wins, 6 draws, 2 losses, 81 points." - On a day when everyone's attention was focused on Maël, the victories of the Manchester clubs didn't cause much of a stir; people seemed to think it was to be expected.
However, realizing that 33 rounds of the Premier League had already passed, the tension in everyone's hearts grew heavier and heavier.
The final champion, will it be decided this month?
On April 17th, at Stoke City's Britannia Stadium, Arsenal welcomed their 34th round match of the league.
Stoke City lost to Manchester City zero to one in the last round and is now ranked fifth from the bottom of the standings, only 3 points ahead of the relegation zone.
There is no doubt about their fighting spirit, but it is unknown whether this fighting spirit can bridge the gap between them and Arsenal.
"Bang!!"
In the 31st minute of the first half, Arteta took the initiative in the penalty area, testing Stoke City's goalkeeper Begović with a long-range cannon shot.
"Clack!" Begović's fingertips touched the football, but he couldn't change its trajectory, and the football ultimately flew into the goal. "Swish!"
One to zero!
Arsenal took the lead on the road! "Aha!"
Arteta spread his arms in a flying motion and ran towards the Arsenal fan section behind the goal.
In front of the advertising boards, he raised his right hand, smiling and pointing to a spot in the stands, where his new girlfriend in London was.
Turning around, he saw Van Persie and Maël coming together, looking like they were waiting for something.
Arteta smiled, clenched his fists, and led the two of them, "Vamos!!"
"Haha...!" The three of them hugged and high-fived each other. Taking the lead on the road would definitely reduce the pressure of the match a lot.
This was the only goal of the first half. Just after the start of the second half, Walcott's cross from the right side of the penalty area created a dangerous situation in front of the goal.
Stoke City defender Huth had the opportunity to get the ball first, but he underestimated the situation. He wanted to turn around and clear the ball with one kick, not wanting to give the opponent a corner kick.
"Pa!"
Maël rushed up quickly and intercepted the ball, sweeping it across the goal from the baseline.
"Boom!" Van Persie, who followed up, easily gobbled up the chance and poked the ball into the net.
Two to zero! Extending the lead!
"Come on!" Van Persie wanted to run towards the fan section, but after thinking about it, he turned back and rushed towards Maël, who had provided the assist for him.
This was his 30th goal, which was of great significance to him!
He also tied Henry's goal record in the team, second only to Maël, and also entered the top five in the Premier League single-season goal list! "Oho...!"
Van Persie extended his right hand and ran to Maël's side to high-five him.
He understood that without Maël's ten or so assists from the left wing this season, he would not have been able to accomplish this achievement so early.
"Pa!"
The two high-fived each other under the desperate eyes of the Stoke City fans, and then hugged each other for a long time to celebrate.
Nine minutes later, Maël received the ball in the center and launched a breakthrough while the opponent's defense was not yet concentrated.
"Crack... Pa!!"
He first feinted past the opponent's defensive midfielder White, then flicked the ball past Huth's outstretched foot, and finally used a fake shot to get past the extremely nervous Shawcross.
He dribbled past three players in a row!
"Boom!!"
His right foot struck the middle of the football, unleashing a driven shot that sent the ball into the near corner of the goal.
Three to zero! 37th goal! Another breakthrough!
"Yeah!"
Maël ran to the sideline and slid on his knees in front of the opponent's fan section, then stood up and elegantly patted the corner flag.
He turned his head, looked at Van Persie, Rosický, and others who were running over, and laughed loudly, pointing at them with both fingers: "Victory is in sight! 40 goals are in sight! The championship must be ours!"
After breaking the record, his mentality seemed to have changed. There was no such thing as increasing pressure as he went further. He only felt that winning against anyone was easy, and he only felt that the spring was bright!
28th win! Points exceed 90!
"Click, click!" A reporter on the sidelines captured this scene, which became the headline cover for the post-match reports.
"Three to zero! Arsenal score from multiple points, easily defeating Stoke City! Maël raises the record to 37 goals!" - The Guardian
ps: Monthly update of 8.2k. I'm a bit confused today, I'll post a separate chapter later to talk about this month's update plan and how to make up for the owed updates.
Don't worry! It won't be less, my attitude has always been very correct!
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