From Arsenal to the Ball God

Chapter 509: Chapter 131: 20th League Victory! A Sharp Rise in Value! Team Valuations Surge Thanks to Ma’el!

On the other side, Wenger looked at him with a hidden smile, but feigned a pained expression on the surface, "Let Tottenham find someone to fix it!"

Ma’el also walked down at this moment. He didn’t say much to Wenger and returned to the bench to ask the team doctor for an ice pack, which he applied to his left knee.

He had basic knowledge. The rest of the recovery would be up to Lewis.

Was this his first injury?

"Haha....." Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but laugh. If bumps and bruises counted, then every football player had injuries every day.

"Beep! Beep! Beep——!"

Soon, the final whistle blew in the match, and Tottenham still failed to score a consolation goal.

Four to zero!

Arsenal kept a clean sheet!

Also, a four-win streak in the Premier League!

In these four matches, they consecutively defeated Manchester United, Bolton Wanderers, Blackburn Rovers, and Tottenham, scoring 15 goals and conceding none!

"Glory glory Arsenal...! "Glory glory Arsenal~.....!"

At the Emirates Stadium, a song called "Glory to Arsenal" created by the fans was now echoing. Since "Arsenal" doesn’t have many syllables, they had to stretch the first one a bit.

But it didn’t matter; the feeling was still right, and the mockery was full.

This song was popularized by Manchester United fans, who had adapted it from the "Battle Hymn of the Republic" from the American Civil War, and it spread almost everywhere in the 80s and 90s.

However, the first to adapt it were Tottenham Hotspur, who sang it as early as the 60s.

Today, Tottenham Hotspur entered the stadium singing this song, singing it continuously until they conceded and went silent.

As an arch-rival, Arsenal certainly wouldn’t miss this chance; they spontaneously changed the lyrics and sang it, bidding farewell to the Tottenham fans as they exited.

"Oh-ho.....!"

Below the field, players from Arsenal’s bench all rushed onto the field to celebrate with the players on the pitch.

They formed a circle, holding hands at the center circle and began to dance.

"20 wins!"

Ma’el had just glanced at the stats on the bench and now called out happily, "We’ve already won 20 games in the league! Looking back, it’s incredible how many we’ve won without noticing."

"Hahaha!"

"Yes!"

At this moment, Wenger walked over, smiling at everyone, "In the 2003/2004 season, we achieved 26 wins and 12 draws, eventually taking home the Premier League trophy.

"Boys, you’re very close... But don’t be complacent; this season’s Premier League competition is fierce. If possible, I hope you can push for 28-30 wins, or even higher!"

"Definitely!"

"Good!"

"Go go go!"

"The championship is near!"

Ma’el, smiling, jumped along with them. With the win count at 20, he indeed felt that the championship was near!

...

After leaving the field, he went to the elevator to ride up to the box area.

There were quite a few people leaving, and seeing him, they were visibly surprised, thinking they might have mistaken him.

"Ma’el?"

"Ah.....!"

"Come take a photo with us!"

Many women who couldn’t keep their composure, despite their husbands being by their side, rushed over with their phones.

Of course, having the impulse to take a photo with Ma’el, their husbands probably would understand.

Many men also readied their phones, standing aside with a smile, waiting.

Ma’el quickly took photos with a few people, then headed toward the private box he had reserved to say hi to everyone before leaving the stadium.

Along the way, several people exclaimed in surprise, many even followed him, curious about where he was going.

"The big star is here!"

When he entered the box, everyone inside was waiting for him, as if knowing he would definitely come.

Ma’el hugged David and others in turn, and when embracing Chloe, he asked with a smile, "Did you see my celebration move? I jumped 7 times."

"Yeah yeah!" Chloe nodded emphatically, happiness in her eyes almost forming into droplets of water, taking out the note she had written earlier.

——"I’m so happy!"

Ma’el smiled, feeling very satisfied inside, patted her shoulder gently, and separated from her.

He then took off his jersey and gave it to a little boy who was still looking around for him, "You don’t have my jersey yet; I’ll give you this one. Wear it when you grow a bit."

"I can wear it now!" The little boy smiled happily. Clothes were one of the few things he could feel clearly, so he directly started putting it on after receiving it.

His mother wanted to help him, but his father stopped her.

After some effort, he finally managed to put the jersey on, which covered his thighs like a dress.

"Haha....."

The scene erupted with laughter, the little boy also laughed, playfully shaking the jersey with his hands.

This scene was also noticed by fans outside the box. They were in the VIP area, sitting with Chloe earlier, always feeling their behavior was a bit unusual.

But looking at it now, it seemed like an event organized by the club or Ma’el for charity.....

"Oh." Many people held their heads, feeling guilty for having misunderstood while watching the match.

Ma’el didn’t stay long with them. He waved to a few people at the end, "See you again if fate allows. I hope you’re happy every day, and hope this season can bring you a championship.

"Chloe, you must keep drawing; I’ll be waiting to receive your painting next time.

"David, once you’re fully recovered, I’ll invite you to take the club’s away bus together, so you won’t need to bike there anymore.