"Goal! Maël's goal before the end of the first half puts Arsenal ahead again at 2-1!! They are clearly different from how they were in the 37th round of the league. Back at home, they are unstoppable! They don't intend to give the Canaries Norwich any hope of winning!"
"This is a wonderful goal after dribbling past three players in a row! At the same time, this goal also makes Maël the fastest player in Football history to reach 100 goals!"
Inside the commentary booths, commentators from various countries searched through their data with amazed expressions, many of their hands trembling slightly.
Although they had known for some time that Maël had another chance to break a record in this match, they couldn't help but be shaken when the goal actually happened.
How many records have the player broken last season and this season combined?
Is he planning to rewrite all the records in Football, replacing them all with his own name?
"This surpasses the Alien Ronaldo, who took 116 games! And also surpasses the English legend Greeves, who took 121 games!"
Soon, Zhan Jun, the ESPN commentator who found the information first, began to introduce, "With 40 goals in 42 games for Sheffield United, 57 goals in 46 games for Arsenal, and 3 goals in 1 game for the French Team! Maël has scored 100 goals in just 89 games. Moreover, his efficiency is clearly increasing, and his performance in top-level competitions is even better than in second-tier leagues!
"Perhaps you will say that his 100 goals in 89 games include 40 goals in the EFL Championship, which are not as valuable as Greeves' 100 goals in 121 games for Chelsea in the highest competitions.
"But what is very clear is that Maël has scored 57 goals in just 46 games in the highest competitions, averaging more than 1.23 goals per game! The time it takes for him to score 100 goals for Arsenal will most likely not exceed 100 games! If he can continue his form next season, he may be able to achieve this goal next season!
"At that time, the record for the fastest to score 100 goals in top-level competitions and the fastest to score 100 goals for a club may also be his! I am more certain of the former, but the latter is not certain, because Ronaldo scored 100 goals in 105 games for Real Madrid, and it is more difficult to surpass this. He has to ensure that he does not decline at all!"
Zhan Jun made a final summary, his voice high-pitched, "But no matter what, he deserves the title of record breaker!! He has not only led Arsenal to great success, but has also repeatedly achieved personal achievements! This is definitely a different kind of player!"
"..."
In the VIP area of the stadium, Mendes and Deschamps stood side by side applauding, both with admiring smiles on their faces, which were quickly captured by the broadcast cameras.
In the championship battle, there were so many celebrities from all walks of life present that they had almost no chance to show their faces.
But today is different. There are very few international superstars watching the game live. At this time, the identities of a top agent + French Team coach can make them the focus of the audience.
Not only that, but the popularity of their topics on social media has also remained high recently, and fans are very concerned about them.
One is because of Mendes' position. Does he hope that Maël's Arsenal will win and break the record, or does he hope that Arsenal will lose, allowing Ronaldo and Mourinho's Real Madrid to break the record?
The other is because of the upcoming European Cup. Fans have been expecting Deschamps to give a reply. What are the French Team's goals with the super scorer Maël? All these factors make the two of them extremely important, and their every move may drive post-match public opinion.
"Oh!" A small-scale commotion broke out in the stadium, and many fans turned to look at the two of them.
Deschamps smiled and asked, "So, you are not afraid of external criticism?"
"I'm quite afraid." Mendes shook his head with a wry smile and explained, "But this is unavoidable. Fans will not believe that I support both Arsenal and Real Madrid.
"They like to force people into a certain position, as if people can only be loyal to one choice. There is nothing I can do.
"I can only say that there is a price to pay for earning money from two superstars at the same time, and that price includes the criticism I will receive."
"Haha...!" Deschamps laughed a few times, "It's good that you can think like this. Sometimes people don't necessarily have to make a choice."
Mendes nodded and asked with a smile, "What about you? I have revealed my thoughts to you. Shouldn't you also tell me what the French Team's goal is in the European Cup? I am very concerned about this, because this is Maël's first continental competition."
Deschamps looked at Mendes, hesitated for a moment, and then clicked his tongue, "I can only say that I have a lot of confidence in the team and Maël, but I am not sure which place we should be fighting for.
"Maybe only after the group stage is over can I have a clearer judgment. I will tell you then."
A wry smile also appeared on his face, "Besides, don't you think this is meaningless? It is impossible for me to set a goal to win the championship, and the team will definitely be able to win the championship. Some media predictions even have the championship team failing to qualify from the group stage."
Mendes had a different opinion on this. He smiled and said, "I think hope is still very important, because my two players can always achieve their goals.
"Especially Maël, he rarely fails and always exceeds expectations."
Deschamps shook his head with a faint smile and pointed out the difference, "Because your two players are the best, and I am not. Or rather, leading a team is a more complicated matter, and my personal will is not the key.
"However, if we are talking about hope, there is one."
"What?"
"Since Maël rarely fails, I hope you will let him set a goal to win the European Cup, so that the French Team will be covered with a thick layer of armor."
"Haha...!" The two middle-aged men laughed loudly in the stands. They will definitely be able to establish a good relationship foundation today, because they both admire the same person.
"Beep! Beep——!" On the field, the first half of the game has ended, and both sides entered the half-time break.
Mr. Wenger seemed very satisfied with the spirit shown by the team today, and shook hands and hugged each player before entering the player tunnel.
There are 45 minutes left to decide whether they can make history!
"Beep!!"
"Alright, with the referee's whistle, the second half begins!" "Near the end of the first half, we saw Rosický seemed to have some discomfort in his leg muscles. Wilshere has come on as a substitute to replace him."
"The Arsenal little prince hasn't had many opportunities this season. He went through a major injury in the middle of the season. After recovering from the injury, the team is already competing for the title, and there's no time for him to adapt."
"But in this important game, Mr. Wenger sent him out. I wonder what his intention is!" "Is it to use him next season? Or is he preparing to increase the hardness of the midfield through signings, preparing to sell Wilshere, who has been plagued by injuries for a long time? Just a joke I made."
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"This is Wilshere! A *long shot*! Oh.! The crossbar! Just a little bit off!" "Van Persie still has a follow-up shot! A volley! Beautiful!! Goal!!! Arsenal leads Norwich three to one!" "With 30 minutes left in the game, this goal is very likely to help Arsenal secure the victory!" "Who dares to stand out with a sword? Only General Van Persie!! If it weren't for Maël's sudden emergence, he would be the Premier League's top scorer this season!" "The same team has two Golden Boot-level shooters. No wonder Arsenal has been so successful this season!"
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"WowOh!!"
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On the field, Van Persie, wearing the captain's armband, performed his signature sliding celebration, which made many security personnel on the field couldn't help but turn their heads to peek.
Arsenal teammates quickly arrived and lifted Van Persie from the ground.
"We're going to win!"
"Victory!"
"Take it! 100 points!!"
Maël excitedly put his arm around his shoulder and shook him hard a few times, "As long as that guy blows the whistle, we will complete our long-term goal!"
Van Persie also put his arm around Maël, and the two heads were close together, "I wish I could open and close my eyes, and this game would be over."
"Soon."
Maël separated from him and smiled: "Enjoy the next game. A great season is about to pass. There won't be this kind of feeling next season."
Van Persie had just nodded when he saw Maël's bright face and continued: "Of course, next season we will definitely create greater miracles and become a legend with a more stable divine status, and there will be another feeling at that time."
"Haha.!" Van Persie and other Arsenal players next to him laughed. They could also feel how enthusiastic Maël was as a player.
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After this goal, the game time quickly passed 70 minutes and came to the final moment.
"Bang!"
In the 76th minute, Hoolahan shot at the lower right corner of the net in a counterattack, but the football slid past the goal.
"Ah!" On the sidelines, Norwich coach Neil leaned back, regretfully spread his hands and shook his head, and patted the seat of the coach's bench.
"Neil! Neil!"
Some Norwich fans behind him shouted, "Don't be so regretful! The task for this season has been completed! So what if Arsenal wins?
"They are all English people. We should be happy to see English teams achieve such success!"
These were originally a few jokes, or words to comfort Neil, but they unexpectedly made Neil furious.
He walked towards the fan area in a noisy voice, pointed at the Norwich fans in the stands and cursed: "Shut up! That's just the idea of you fans! Not me and the players!
"We have put in so much effort for this season, racking our brains for this game, why give up the last game?!
"If you say that again, get out of here, I will apply to the club to ban you!"
Neil walked away with his beard and eyes wide open. As a coach, he must take his responsibility and lead the team towards victory.
This will not be affected in any way. His gratitude to Maël has not surpassed his love for the team and his professional ethics.
Therefore, he could not accept this kind of ridicule, which made him feel that his and the team's efforts were in vain, and it also made him feel a chill.
"Change the striker!"
After returning to the coach's bench, he called the assistant coach, "Let Steve Morrison go up and take down Howson! One to three is not enough for us to give up!"
In the 81st minute, Steve Morrison came on the field, and Norwich sounded the horn of counterattack.
However, in this way, the gap behind them was also exposed, and Arsenal's several counterattacks seemed extremely threatening.
"Bang!"
In the 88th minute of the game, another shot from Hoolahan created a dangerous situation in front of Arsenal's goal.
Thanks to Mertesacker's concentration, he kicked the ball out of the dangerous area before the follow-up players could shoot, and hit the right side of the frontcourt.
There, Gervinho and his opponent rushed to the landing point of the football together. This was a 50-50 ball.
"Bang!"
Gervinho took the upper hand, stopping the ball with one foot behind the opponent's defense.
His success rate with this kind of technical move wasn't high, but fortunately, luck was on his side this time! The opportunity for a conversion had arrived!
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Gervinho dribbled the ball from the right flank, advancing rapidly while constantly observing the situation in the penalty area.
After Maël displayed his aerial and header skills, the winger on the opposite side rarely passed directly to Van Persie when choosing to cross.
Most of the time, Van Persie was marked by two high center-backs, so passing to him was obviously not as threatening as passing to Maël.
Van Persie understood this, so he tried his best to run forward each time, drawing away the two center-backs and creating more space for Maël at the far post.
"Bang!!"
Gervinho's cross was sent in, heading straight for the far post with great speed.
Goalkeeper Ruddy decisively chose to come out and grab the ball, but his ability to judge the landing point was weak. His hand, reaching towards the sky, failed to catch the ball, only brushing it and changing its trajectory.
At the far post, Maël originally wanted to rush forward and head the ball directly into the goal, but the sudden change in the ball's path disrupted his judgment.
"Pa!"
He could only quickly twist his body, unleashing his physical attributes to the limit, leaping up and hooking the ball with the toe of his right foot.
This was a ball control move almost like the later Bundesliga logo, requiring extremely high coordination and reaction! The football touched Maël's toe an instant before flying out of bounds, stopping in mid-air, and then spinning downwards towards the ground.
Stopped!
"Quick!" Norwich's goalkeeper Ruddy's expression changed in shock, waving his hand to signal his teammates, who were still in a daze, to quickly mark.
"Bang!!"
Maël didn't intend to give them time. After landing, he switched to his right foot, leaped up again sideways, and with an elegant sideways volley, shot the ball towards the goal.
"Swish!!" The football flew into the net near the post, bounced, and smashed into the far corner.
Another goal!
Four to one!
Completely killing the game!!
"AhaAhhhaaaa!!"
As the Emirates Stadium erupted, Wenger on the sidelines also exploded. He leaped up, then sprinted along the sideline, leaping and waving his fist every few steps, "Wonderful Goal!!"
This scene was very similar to his old rival Mourinho's celebration when he led Porto to eliminate Manchester United, with the Special One sprinting 50 meters at the Theatre of Dreams.
Wenger's personality was definitely different from Mourinho's. Compared to the Special One, he was definitely more reserved.
But today, the fervor in his heart was finally unleashed. He was sure his team could complete a 100-point title win! So if Mourinho could sprint 50 meters at the Theatre of Dreams, he could sprint 60 meters at the Emirates Stadium, which he had built with his own hands! "It's in again!! Four to one!! Maël's goal completely killed the game! This is the icing on the cake!!
"We see that Wenger can't control himself anymore, he's running straight to his players!
"The fourth official wants to stop him, but it's too late! This may result in Wenger being punished by The FA, but the season is coming to an end, so even if he is fined, it will only be a monetary penalty.
"That little money is definitely nothing to the old Professor, at least it won't make him give up celebrating at this moment! "Release it all! After this game, all the pressure will dissipate! This Arsenal will also be stained with legendary color!"
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On the sidelines, Maël once again dodged his teammates' pursuit and ran towards the corner flag area.
Premier League 43rd goal! Career 101st goal! Here it comes!
This time, he could confirm that this was his last goal celebration of the season, and he had to quickly think of a way to end this season!
After a brainstorming session... Maël finally chose to smile and point to the sky with both fingers, ending his season's journey in an elegant way.
They were not just champions, but also the only team in history to win the title undefeated with 100 points in a season!! Maël had just run to the sideline and wanted to turn around to hug his teammates when he saw a figure in a suit running from the side.
Before he could see who it was, he was pounced on and knocked to the ground.
Only then did he realize that it was Mr. Wenger rushing out from the bench.
Maël got up and pulled Mr. Wenger up, then opened his arms and hugged him, "We will become immortal!"
"In my mind now,"
Mr. Wenger's body trembled, his expression extremely vivid, "This Arsenal of yours is the best team ever!
"Real Madrid is not as good as you, the Dream Team Dynasty is not as good as you, and that Invincible Team is not as good as you! You will usher in a new era, creating your own legend! Next season, I am sure we can win more!"
"We will!" Maël patted him on the back, his whole body also trembling due to the surge of blood.
"Yeah!"
"Vamos!"
The Arsenal players also roared again at this time, they jumped high and climbed onto Maël's back, forming a human pyramid.
Maël was prepared this time and was not knocked down by them. He carried two people on his back and hugged Arteta.
After Arteta separated from him, he smiled and clenched his fist, saying a wish that everyone had had for a long time, "It seems that this season's Northern Expedition has been a complete success."
"Haha...!" The other players laughed, and many of them raised their arms and screamed twice.
"The Northern Expedition has come to a successful conclusion!"
"We didn't lose a single game, and we also won 100 Medals of Honor!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
This day will be a day of carnival. Perhaps their excitement is not as great as the day they won the Premier League, but they can finally celebrate recklessly!
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Madrid, Spain, in Real Madrid's conference room, the big screen is playing the figures of Arsenal players celebrating wildly.
Looking at the score of 4:1 in the upper right corner, everyone sitting here is very clear that the team that broke the record with 100 points to win the championship cannot be them.
That's not entirely accurate. They will break the La Liga record, but under this record in the world of Football, Arsenal's name will be written.
"It can be confirmed! Arsenal will end the 11-12 season with a victory!"
On the TV, the Spanish commentator is counting Arsenal's data this season, "What an unparalleled performance! They have won 31 games and drawn 7 in 38 rounds!"
"This greatly exceeds their data in the 03-04 season. That season, they only achieved 26 wins and 12 draws!
"But thinking about it, no team in the entire world of Football has ever won the championship with 31 wins, 7 draws and 100 points!
"They are the first team to achieve this feat! And the record they have created will become one of the most difficult records to break in the world of Football!
"It's hard to describe how much success they have achieved, leave it to time!"
"..."
Ronaldo was still sitting in the back row, his eyes locked on Maël, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
43 Premier League goals, surpassing the previous goal record by 9 goals! It's hard to imagine that this is a player who is only 18 years old.
What was he doing when he was 18? That year, he had just joined Manchester United, took over the number 7 from Beckham, and stood like an ant in the rainy night at Old Trafford, but was called Beckham's successor appointed by Sir Alex Ferguson.
If he remembers correctly, at that time, because he played too fancy and lacked efficiency, he was criticized a lot, and the Premier League defenders always bullied him.
Looking at Maël's 18 years old, will he be called someone's successor and be criticized on a large scale?
Do Premier League defenders dare to bully him? "Terrifying." Ronaldo sent his evaluation to Maël, expressing his respect for this young player.
From this day on, he will regard Maël as a real opponent. His respect for his ability is second only to that number 10 player from Barcelona.
And in his side position, Mourinho and Florentino's eyes are also locked on Maël.
As experienced veterans, they will not be sad for too long for something that has already been lost. They adjusted their emotions well and put the record-breaking thing behind them.
However, no matter how strong their hearts are, they still can't suppress the desire and longing for Maël in their eyes.
The pupils of the two shrank slightly, and the eyes looking at Maël seemed to be sparking.
If such a player was in their team, how strong would they be? Next door, in Barcelona's conference room, the big screen showed the stoppage time sign, with 1 minute of stoppage time in the second half.
"43 goals! 20 assists! This is Maël's answer sheet in his first season in the Premier League! "60+ goal contributions, which makes people wonder, can he lead any team in the top four or even top six of the Premier League to win the championship?! "Of course, this statement is not rigorous. Players cannot get the same number of opportunities and produce the same data in every team.
"I just want to express my respect for this Premier League striker in this way! His total number of goals in a single season has reached 58! "It is a certainty that his value will exceed 100 million at the end of the season and become the third 100 million player!"
"..."
The Spanish commentator had forgotten to commentate on the match and was just introducing Maël's achievements.
This made the Barcelona players somewhat silent as well, even though most of them also hoped Arsenal would succeed.
A very strong sense of complexity appeared in everyone's hearts, with crisis, self-abasement, and mourning for Xiaofa.
In the front row, Messi looked at the young face on the big screen, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
In terms of Football talent, he had never admired anyone. Perhaps in front of the media, he would tell reporters that Pelé and Maradona, and Aimar's talent were better than his.
But having scored 73 goals for Barcelona that season, he could completely say that his talent was the best ever.
He knew that saying this would at most cause some controversy, but it wouldn't be laughed at.
However, at this moment, watching the commentator say Maël's stats, and remembering his age, an idea emerged in his mind: was Maël's talent better than his? Apart from Dribbling ability and overall shooting ability, he found it difficult to find any obvious advantages he had over Maël.
This was still him now, not him at 18. There was even less comparison back then.
More importantly, in the limited number of times he had watched Maël play, he always found that this player seemed to have become different from before, feeling even more unpredictable.
Could he really be all-round? "Fabregas?"
Messi glanced at the ashen-faced Xiaofa behind him and asked, "Do you think it's harder to score goals and get assists in the Premier League or in La Liga?"
Fabregas took a deep breath, ready to say La Liga without hesitation, but before he could open his mouth, a sense of shame suddenly appeared on his face, and he closed his mouth without speaking.
He was convinced, completely convinced, and he would no longer deceive himself.
Messi actually had the answer himself, just wanting to confirm it. Seeing Fabregas's appearance, he turned his head again.
He glanced at Guardiola, not expecting the other to be looking at him as well.
Guardiola's eyes were filled with trust, as if telling him not to worry, that he was definitely the best.
"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"
Inside the Emirates Stadium, three long whistles symbolizing the end of the match sounded.
The Norwich players walked towards the player tunnel in a daze, while the Arsenal players quickly gathered in one place.
"WowAaaahhh!!" The fans' cheers echoed throughout North London, far more than just the 50,000+ inside the stadium. There were also tens of thousands outside, with over 100,000 already rushing to the streets waiting for the parade celebration.
"Arsenal has won the match they should have won the most! It seems that at such moments, they never disappoint their fans! "It's all over! Arsenal has achieved the most insane success! They finished the 11-12 season of the Premier League with a record of 31 wins and 7 draws, with a record high score of 100 points! "In 38 matches, they scored a whopping 112 goals! The average number of goals per game is infinitely close to 3! This also broke the 103-goal record held by Chelsea! "At the same time, in terms of goal difference, they also surpassed that Chelsea team of the 09-10 season, becoming the most dominant team in the English league with a goal difference of 78! "After 7 years of perseverance and nurturing, Mr. Wenger has finally waited for the moment when the team blooms. Perhaps he didn't expect that this time, they would bloom so brilliantly!
"This Arsenal team is definitely worthy of the title of legend. Their achievements this season will be immortal!"
Off the field, Mr. Wenger walked onto the field with high spirits, came to the center of the field and joined the players.
Maël, General Van Persie, Arteta and others put their arms around each other's shoulders, just smiling foolishly, not knowing what to say at this moment.
He was indeed a little speechless, only feeling that the pressure all over his body was gone, and a sense of relaxation floated around him, intertwined with the fatigue accumulated over a season, making him want to sleep.
"Ha!"
After walking a few steps, Maël suddenly sighed a long breath, and a sense of numbness surged up.
It wasn't until after a while of buffering that goosebumps rose all over his body, and happiness and joy instantly surrounded his entire being.
People's feelings seemed to be synchronized, and at this moment, all the Arsenal players ran with their hands raised high.
"Yeah!"
"Undefeated finish!"
"Haha.!"
"We are the best!"
Maël took another deep breath, looking at the sunny Emirates Stadium, his heart filled with satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment.
31 wins and 7 draws! 43 goals and 20 assists individually! Season double crown! This is definitely the best way to end it! They have completed all their goals, without leaving any regrets at the last moment! They can now be called the best team in English Football World history!
"Come on Arsenal! Come on Arsenal! Come on Arsenal!"
The familiar cheers rang out again, and the team's mascot and all the staff ran out of the tunnel and onto the field, coming to the vicinity of the sideline.
Maël hooked his arm around the mascot's shoulder, jumping and celebrating here, echoing the fans in the stands.
Many people were in tears, and many people shouted themselves hoarse. At this time, it was really difficult for them to summarize what they had done this season.
Only the victories of the past, the scenes of celebration, flashed through their minds like a revolving lantern, constantly pushing their emotions higher.
"Zhang Zhi, if you were to find an ancient poem to describe them at this moment, which one would you use?"
"Let me think, I would probably use, 'When I reach the summit, I see all mountains are small!' Arsenal has almost broken all single-season records related to teams in the English Football World this season! They are now standing on the summit! I think... at this moment, whenever they think of those dominant teams of past seasons, they will feel that they were nothing more than that! Hahaha, it must be so. Then, how would you describe Maël?"
"Describing him is more difficult than describing the entire team. I will use a sentence that everyone is familiar with.
"'The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hooves, in one day the Chang'an flowers are seen!' In his first Premier League season, the player has reached a height that many people cannot reach in their entire lives! Perhaps he doesn't need to climb any higher, he has already become an immortal legend!
"Or perhaps, he is like those top scholars of ancient times, after reaching a high point in their lives, they have entered a new journey! This time, it is a journey about being the best, a journey to reach the true peak!"
"Okay, then let me summarize for them. What I want to say is very simple: celebrate well! After celebrating on the field, go celebrate off the field! Then get drunk and have a good sleep at home! After all, no matter how magnificent this day is, you still have to rest at night!
"Congratulations to Arsenal! Congratulations to Mr. Wenger! And congratulations to Maël! I am Zhan Jun, see you next Premier League season!"
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"Come on!"
Off the field, Maël took a team flag embroidered with a cannon from the stands, and then draped it behind him, using it as a cloak.
Immediately afterwards, he ran along the sideline, sometimes turning left, sometimes turning right, causing the cloak to fly from side to side, "Oh!"
Feeling the dazzling sunlight and the wisps of breeze passing across his face, and looking at the fanatical faces in the stands, thinking about his current situation.
The smile on Maël's face was bright. If he could, if his Stamina could hold up, he would like to keep running like this.
Forward, forward, always forward! Let the emotions of this moment not stop, let him live in this moment forever, forget all worries, only know to enjoy the final victory, only know to be happy.
ps: My wife has been staying up late with me and collapsed yesterday. I accompanied her to the hospital in the early hours of the morning, but there was no major problem.
I'm fine myself (a little overwhelmed), but her body is weak. I feel that if this continues, big problems will arise sooner or later. I'm accompanying her to run and adjust her schedule.
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