From Arsenal to the Ball God

This series of breaking news, along with the arrival of distinguished figures in London, has brought the excitement for this match to its peak.

People from all over the world are gradually focusing their attention on London, on the Emirates Stadium, and even those outside the circle have learned the name of the team’s core ’Ma’el’.

If it were just a Premier League championship, it might not have this level of influence.

But for Arsenal, winning the Premier League again after 7 years is something entirely different!

After experiencing the glory around the millennium, this club had languished for a long time and has now returned in the best form.

Everyone wants to witness this moment, to witness this football fairy tale and see if Wenger will be moved to tears at the end, and if the superstar Ma’el will wear the crown.

And as the situation progresses to this point, this match has slowly become one that Arsenal cannot lose, and they can’t even draw!

They carry with them too many expectations, either clinching the championship at the height of anticipation or experiencing the agony of ’losing the title’, even when they still have a great chance.

On the evening of April 27, the ticket scalpers outside the Emirates Stadium were surrounded, with tickets being bought and sold repeatedly.

By 9 o’clock, there were reports that scalped tickets had surged to £7,500, and by 10:30, the highest transaction price had reached £12,000 per ticket, representing nearly a 100-fold increase.

This is far from the limit, and the number will continue to rise due to massive demand until the game starts tomorrow.

In the nearby bar street, Arsenal fans have almost occupied all the taverns, starting their drinks early, chatting about everything regarding the match tomorrow.

In Jones Tavern, Jones was uncharacteristically spending the day sober, discussing plans for the next day with everyone else.

"There are a total of 38 banners and 2 blank ones, all here."

He stood in front of a pile of thick Oxford cloth, clapping his hands and smiling, "Since I’ve been lining up for so long to help everyone secure seated tickets, you all should follow my arrangement tomorrow, each person holding one, okay?"

"I’ve counted, we are 37 people, the remaining 3 banners can be given to nearby fans to hold."

"What is this?" someone curiously approached to look at the stack of Oxford cloth.

"A complete record of Ma’el’s 38 goals."

Jones said proudly, raising an eyebrow, "Creative, isn’t it? As long as we unfold the banners together, all of this season’s Premier League goals of the player will be like a comic strip displayed on the field."

"Wow..." the person was visibly impressed, "That must have cost a lot, right? Should we all chip in?"

"No need." Jones waved a hand like a tycoon, "I paid for it myself. He’s won me so much, I have to help him win once in the stands!"

"Haha..." Many people laughed with admiration, didn’t expect Jones to have such a passion.

"What about the 2 blank ones?" someone asked curiously.

"They symbolize a wish." Jones smiled, sharing his thoughts, "I hope he can score 2 goals in this match, achieving his 40th goal in a single season."

"Alright alright, no more talk, everyone come and take one."

His drinking buddies stepped forward to take a banner, turning the tavern scene into a chaotic event, like some secret ritual was underway.

But they all understood that this kind of surprise required advance preparation, dedication, and time.

A young man also took this opportunity to come to Jones, reaching out his hand, "Hello, I’m Allen. I’d like to ask you some questions."

"What?" Jones turned to look at him, giving him a quick appraisal while shaking his hand.

"I’ve heard about your all-in theory from others and I totally agree with it," Allen started with some flattery before getting straight to the point, "I wanted to ask what you think about the European Cup? Does Ma’el stand a chance?"

Jones furrowed his brows in thought, then shook his head, "I haven’t studied this tournament, nor do I plan to wager on it anymore. It’s time to stop, prolonged gambling leads to loss."

Allen stared at Jones in surprise... You saying this sounds quite ironic, doesn’t it?

"I think Ma’el has a good chance at the Golden Boot, and the France team is a strong contender for the championship."

Unwilling to give up, he smiled awkwardly, "I’ve checked the odds; placing £10,000 on two baskets yields 22-fold returns."

"Stop telling me about this." Jones waved a hand, seemingly uninterested and changed the topic, "Do you want a banner? I remember you have adjacent seats."

Allen nodded in disappointment, saying, "Yes, I’ll take one, I’ll be watching tomorrow too."

"Alright." Jones tossed him a banner, which was just a blank sheet, looking rather plain compared to others.

This made Allen even more downhearted. Watching Jones’s departing back, he secretly made up his mind that one day, he too would become such an influential fan of Ma’el.

For him, the opportunity awaited at the European Cup starting in June!

...

April 28, match day.

Everything became tense, it was destined to be a different day.

Ma’el woke up in the morning at his villa, went downstairs for a set of recovery training, and subconsciously glanced at the skill level panel afterward.

[Skill: Rapid Charge lv4]

[Skill Level: (987/5000)]

[Skill: Divine Power lv4]

[Skill Level: (512/5000)]

[Skill: Decision lv4]

[Skill Level: (1592/5000)]

[Skill: Violent Bombing lv4]

[Skill Level: (1378/2000)]

[Skill: Fancy Breakthrough lv3]

[Skill Level: (748/2000)]

[Additional Skill: Fancy Techniques lv1]

[Skill Level: (1361/1500)]

The improvement was roughly as he expected, Fancy Techniques was close to reaching Level 2, and Violent Bombing was nearing Level 5.