From Arsenal to the Ball God

"Clang clang clang clang...!"

Then, the Song of Ma’el quickly began echoing through the nearby streets, equally powerful and majestic.

Arsenal fans poured all their passion and enthusiasm into the song, aiming to show the players who once enjoyed such treatment that now, they have new pride, new hope!

Moreover, he achieved what none of those who left had accomplished—a miraculous feat of leading the team to revival!

"I have a friend...!!"

On the bus, Nasri was sitting next to Klich, listening to the songs outside. Both closed their eyes tightly, pretending to be resting.

However, the chaos and complexity of their emotions were still evident on their faces. No one could remain unperturbed at this moment.

During the season, they had returned here once, but at that time, they never expected this team would be so close to the Premier League title by the season’s end!

And it’s highly likely that they might win the championship trophy after defeating them head-on!

"Can’t lose." Nasri whispered to Klich, "Absolutely can’t lose."

"I know."

Klich didn’t turn his head, still with his eyes closed. After a long pause, he sighed lightly, "Will you regret it?"

Nasri suddenly became quiet, even his breathing stopped. After a long moment, he chuckled absurdly, "Is it useful to talk about this now? Don’t you think it’s too childish?"

"Indeed." Klich raised his eyebrows helplessly, self-deprecatingly smiling.

In the front row, Mancini listened to the sounds outside the window and openly showed a few traces of regret.

If those few lost games had been handled better, perhaps the outside of the Etihad Stadium at the season’s end would resemble the scene today.

Unfortunately, opportunity lost will never return; this season belongs to Arsenal.

"Aaaahh...!" The shouts outside the window suddenly increased in decibels, as the fans seemed attracted by some new attention.

Many Manchester City players turned to look, only to see that behind their bus, Arsenal’s team bus was arriving amid a grand fireworks display.

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

"Walking in a...van Persie...wonderland!"

New songs rang out here, fans orderly stepped back to give the team’s bus a wide path, without troubling the leading police.

"Arsenal’s bus is also arriving! The street is still crazy, but clearly no longer chaotic!

"At this speed of progress, they are very likely to catch up to Manchester City’s bus and arrive together at the Emirates Stadium entrance!

"My broadcast ends here; now let’s focus on the entrance where my partner will give everyone the commentary for the entry!"

...

"This is Sky Sports in the United Kingdom! It’s a pleasure to be with everyone from Emirates Stadium today!"

At the entrance, Sky Sports commentator Martin Taylor held a microphone, with many other TV commentators behind him, all talking at once, making it seem chaotic but very heated.

"We see that both teams’ buses have already pulled over, and the players are about to disembark for the entrance!

"This is definitely the hottest game of the Premier League season; the fans’ enthusiasm is unimaginable!

"I really want to join them, but unfortunately, I’m not an Arsenal fan, haha...!

"Alright, we see Wenger and Mancini have already stepped off the bus; this simultaneous entry of both teams is very rare!

"Let’s focus on the players and see their condition!"

"..."

"Aha...!"

"F*****!"

In the polarized treatment, Arsenal and Manchester City players walked together towards the stadium.

Ma’el was the third to get off, his face always smiling. Throughout the journey, he vividly sensed the zeal of Arsenal fans and anticipated the match eagerly.

"Ma’el!"

"Score 5 today!"

"We want to see the trophy lifted!"

"Go, go, go!!"

The fans shouted passionately at him, many holding up ’7’ jerseys and posters, waiting for his autograph.

He walked over, signed a few autographs, apologized to everyone, and then entered the stadium.

Once inside the tunnel, for some reason, he noticed someone slowing down beside him, seemingly trying to avoid walking with him.

Ma’el turned around and saw Nasri’s face and the other’s embarrassed and strong, calm demeanor.

He didn’t mind and walked toward the team’s locker room, changed into his gear, and entered the Emirates Stadium to start warming up.

Watching the fans gradually take their seats and the scoreboard’s ’Arsenal vs. Manchester City’ sign, he knew, maybe this is the day.

The Premier League trophy, which many players desire but cannot attain, and perhaps don’t even dare to dream of, was placed somewhere within the stadium at this moment, waiting for them to lift it!

"Bang bang bang...!"

Ma’el and his teammates started warming up with passing drills, his emotions nearly at their peak, as the air seemed filled with exhilarating gas and a scent of gunpowder.

He knew countless eyes were focused on the Emirates Stadium, focused on him.

Those who love Arsenal and love him are all hoping they can lift the trophy today!

This is the most crucial game of the season, and he will never let everyone leave the stadium empty-handed!

...

"Dear viewers! The Premier League’s 36th round match between Arsenal and Manchester City is about to start on the pitch!

"Camera lenses keep rotating to give views of the stars who came to watch!

"Ah... first we see Beckham, beside him are Prince William and Princess Kate, chatting about something."