From Arsenal to the Ball God

"Plop, plop!" The sound of flat shoes hitting the ground echoed as Wenger and the Arsenal coaching staff arrived, their suits making the scene quite comical.

"Whoa.....!!" The two of them exclaimed even louder, looking towards the changing room, and silently mourned for Ma’el for two minutes.

"This trophy, it’s really nice." Deschamps looked down at the Golden Boot Award trophy, fearing he might be associated with Ma’el and get showered with critique.

"Yeah."

Mendes turned around directly, pretending to be busy with the three trophies in his hands, "It’s really beautiful, blessings to him."

...

After Ma’el rushed into the changing room, he prepared to grab two bottles of champagne and go for it, but felt he didn’t have time.

He saw the cake tower in the middle of the table, quickly took the top layer, then turned and aimed at the doorway.

"Ah haha.....!" Van Persie chuckled as he appeared at the door, just about to say something when suddenly everything went black before his eyes.

"Smack!"

The cake thrown by Ma’el made a perfect arc in the air, hitting Van Persie’s face squarely, sending cream and cake bits flying everywhere.

"Perfect hit!"

"Haha.....!" The smile didn’t fade, it just transferred to Ma’el’s face.

He immediately ran to the champagne bucket, pulled out a bottle of champagne, and opened it as fast as he could.

Van Persie was momentarily stunned, but after realizing, he grabbed the leftover cake from his face and, after a quick glance around, slapped it onto Arteta and Mertesacker’s faces with a smile.

The left and right guardians got hit one after another, not understanding why Van Persie suddenly attacked them.

From this moment, the melee began. Brother Ta and Mertesacker ran to the cake tower, grabbed cakes, and threw them at Van Persie and others arriving.

"Whoosh!"

"Smack!"

Cake after cake flew back and forth in the changing room like a snowball fight in a cramped space, only this time the "snow" wouldn’t melt anytime soon, just like their joy.

"Hiss hiss hiss...!!"

"Fizz fizz fizz...!!"

White foam suddenly sprayed up in multiple places, shooting everywhere without missing a corner.

Especially when Wenger and Henry entered, everyone went completely wild; this was their unique team celebration moment!

After Ma’el opened the champagne, he joined in. By now, no one feared the spray, nor did anyone fear getting hit with cake; they just wanted the revelry to become more intense.

"Aim! Aim! Aim...!"

"Get him!"

"Ha ha!"

"My eyes!"

"Focus on Mr. Wenger!"

.....

Soon, most people had their faces and clothes covered in champagne and cake, like flower cats laughing with their heads thrown back in place.

By this time, there were no extra cakes and champagnes left. They could only hug those still clean and rub the cakes they caught onto others.

As they hugged each other, all the Arsenal people embraced and joyfully moved in sync to familiar beats.

"Everything was going...Ma-el! Ma-el....!"

They sang "Hot Stuff," this time not only singing about Ma’el and Van Persie, but including everyone in the changing room, including the equipment manager.

"We are the Double Crown!"

"Immortal!"

"We are legends!!"

"Vamos.....!!"

Everyone’s emotions reached their peak, their faces flushed, shouting hoarsely.

"Come on!" A staff brought in several cases of beer, placing them on the table, "We’ve held back the whole season; today we’ll drink to our heart’s content, from afternoon to dusk, then to night!"

"Yes.....!"

Everyone rushed to the table, grabbing beer and chugging it down; this was the perfect moment for a celebratory drink.

Ma’el downed a gulp of cold beer, feeling his saliva glands working overtime, a cold stream flowing down his throat, awakening every excited cell in his body, thoroughly invigorating.

The changing room finally quieted down a bit; some leaned against walls drinking, others sat in their seats sipping, while some drank while dancing.

Ma’el looked at them and recalled that scene from ’The Shawshank Redemption’ where Andy bought beer for the prison guards.

Although their situation was different from the movie, their success was greater than the protagonist’s in that movie, but the feeling was the same.

After a period of perseverance, dawn shone on everyone’s faces, marking significant progress in their entire careers and lives..... the future was no longer gloomy, but full of hope!

After two or three bottles of beer each, Wenger glanced at his watch and shouted aloud, "It’s getting late, kids, we need to go to the championship celebration!

Head to the underground parking, the fans in North London can’t wait!"

"Let’s go, let’s go!"

"Drink more on the bus!"

"Wuhu.....!"

Arsenal players walked out in groups, and as Wenger and Ma’el reached the door, they were stopped by reporters, seeming to have been waiting for them.

"Please head to the side for a press conference!" A reporter gestured with a smile.

"Press conference?"

Ma’el and Wenger shared a knowing smile; at this point, who cared about a press conference.

Wenger looked at the gathering of reporters and pointed at Amelia, "If you have anything, ask now; Ma’el and I will answer one question each, and then we’ll head down to celebrate!"

"Okay."

Amelia’s face lit up with surprise; she didn’t expect Wenger to remember the ’Football Record’ at this point, "The first question is for Ma’el; at this very moment, what do you want to say most."

Ma’el’s face turned even redder from the alcohol, and after thinking for a moment, he approached the microphone, "Arsenal fans and everyone in this team have gone through difficult years.