From Arsenal to the Ball God

Thinking of this, Wenger couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion, as only those who have experienced years of failure can truly understand how precious success is.

His affectionate gaze fell on Ma’el, on the person who had transformed the team and changed his life.

After organizing his thoughts for a long time, he bit his lower lip and gently spoke, "Thank you, because... without you, I truly don’t know what more I could have done for this team."

As he spoke the last sentence, his voice trembled and distorted.

He quickly turned away, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes with one hand, and only after regaining his smile did he turn back again.

Ma’el stepped forward and hugged him tightly, both patting each other’s shoulders heavily, reminiscing about the ups and downs of the season with uncontrollable emotion.

"A moment of conclusion, but not the final ending."

After letting go, Ma’el flashed a smiling face, "Mr. Wenger, there’s still a long road ahead... today, let’s celebrate properly.

"By the way, is there a promise you haven’t fulfilled yet?"

"I remember..." Wenger raised his eyebrows, smiling as he pointed to the Emirates Stadium, "There are too many people here, let’s wait until we’re back in the changing room."

"No no no!"

Ma’el shook his head and then turned to stir up the other Arsenal players, "Did you forget Mr. Wenger has to dance? Hurry up, take him to the center circle to dance!"

"Oh oh...!" The Arsenal players realized this and everyone rushed towards Wenger.

Just busy dancing themselves, they forgot Mr. Wenger also had to dance, which was an event they had always been looking forward to!

"Hey! Hey!"

Wenger raised his hands in surrender, looking frightened, "Listen to me first! Listen to me first!"

He couldn’t escape, with countless people coming up to grab his arms, pulling him towards the center of the field.

Wenger certainly wasn’t the type to shy away from fun; after a bit of struggle, he burst into laughter and half-reluctantly followed the crowd to the central point.

Ma’el smiled watching from there, just about to go over, when suddenly a bottle of champagne was handed to him.

He turned to see Hans holding a box of champagne, distributing it to everyone.

"This is great." He smilingly twisted the bottle cap, pulled out the cork, skillfully pressed the bottle neck against his side, and ran over.

"Pop... pop...!"

Just at that moment, under the applause, Wenger started swaying his body, dancing a popular social dance from decades ago, as if he suddenly appeared in a disco.

"Oh oh...!" This quickly stirred up the screams of the Arsenal players, seeing such a side of the old coach for the first time, everyone’s mood elevated with excitement.

"Pop... pop...!"

Standing over six feet, very lean, with long legs, Wenger was an extremely charming old man, and after carefully practicing for a while, his dance moves appeared very captivating.

"Aaahhh...!" The Emirates Stadium subsequently erupted with high-pitched cheers, tens of thousands of fans all took out their phones to photograph and record the old professor.

"Hahaha." Wenger danced a few steps and stopped, looking up and laughing, his face filled with a sense of shame, yet happiness overflowed clearly.

"Continue! Continue!"

"Oh wow...!"

Among the jeers of the crowd, he resumed his dance steps, going wild once in this crazy year.

"Sneaky sneaky...!"

Ma’el reached the scene, spraying champagne together with Wenger and the others, adding even more cheer to the celebration.

"Where did this come from?"

"Quick, give me a bottle!"

"Aim at Mr. Wenger, we want to see him soaked! Haha!!"

The emotions of the Arsenal players were stirred again, and seeing Hans with a box of champagne, they found new targets.

Suddenly, Mertesacker, Walcott, and others had a bottle of champagne in hand, and after opening them, they rushed to where Wenger was, spraying the old coach.

"Sneaky sneaky...!"

"Fizz fizz...!"

Streams of champagne sprayed from different directions towards Wenger, drenching the old coach who couldn’t open his eyes, yet the smile on his face didn’t fade, and his dance steps didn’t halt.

"Yeah...!" The scene was completely out of control, everyone was watching with great amusement.

After spraying his bottle of champagne, Ma’el stood aside, clapping, watching Wenger gradually get soaked, the professor unable to withstand the onslaught, bending his neck to huddle next to Arteta.

But Mertesacker and others weren’t done with him, charging over with champagne bottles to him from above.

"Ah...!" Wenger gritted his teeth, his facial features twisted together, but the happiness on his face never waned.

Dozens of photographers quickly rushed over with equipment, capturing this beautiful classic moment.

"Haha...!" Ma’el clapped and laughed, a broad smile appearing at the corners of his eyes, as though a long-held wish was fulfilled.

This day would be firmly imprinted in the deepest part of his heart.

Every joyous moment would not fade slowly with the passage of time... but remain as the most precious memory, eternally residing in the most important place in the heart.

He would remember, during this splendid and fervent season of 18, alongside his Arsenal teammates and Wenger, achieving England’s Double Crown!

...

"This is a wonderful end! And at the same time, a wonderful beginning!"

In the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun watched this scene, delivering champion congratulations for Arsenal for the second time, "In his first season with the team, Ma’el and Wenger achieved great success!

"Watching their triumphant strides, you would never suspect this is the end for the two; ahead, surely lies even more wonderful moments waiting for them!

"What a pair of teacher and student, bonded like brothers! They achieve, redeem each other, filling each other’s deepest voids!"