Chapter 538: Chapter 135: Award Ceremony! Winning 2 Major Honors! Classic Photos of Ma’el and Friends!
"Come on!" Van Persie, fearing Ma’el might be shy, laughed and said, "You’re the vice-captain, it’s only fitting for us to lift it together.
"You’ve won the Best Player and Top Scorer awards; it wouldn’t feel right if I lifted the trophy alone."
Feeling the eager gazes of everyone around him, Ma’el stepped forward, reaching the position parallel to Van Persie, feeling the cold touch of the trophy, and a sense of honor welled up inside him.
He and Van Persie lifted the Carling Cup together, transitioning from a slow walk to a fast walk, then from a fast walk to a quick step forward, finally breaking into a jog.
"Oh.....!!"
The entire Arsenal team bent over, placing their hands on their knees while taking small steps, growling lowly, and the fans at the scene followed their rhythm, "Ohhhh.....!!"
In the final two steps, Ma’el and Van Persie exchanged a glance, rushed to the center, turned forward, and simultaneously lifted the trophy high above their heads.
"Yeahhhhh.....!!" In that moment, their celebratory shouts merged with the fans’, everyone joyfully jumping in unison.
"Arsenal.....!" In the commentary booth, Zhan Jun shouted his iconic championship sign-off. Though simple, aided by his unique voice, it carried a special flavor, "...are the champions!!"
"Poof, poof, poof!"
"Poof, poof, poof!"
Confetti cannons on either side fired continuously, silver and white streamers shot into the sky, falling onto the jumping players, some even landing on the trophy.
"Pssh, pssh, pssh!" Flame guns also emitted a crisscrossing wall of fire, blooming behind the players, adding a fiery atmosphere to the podium.
"Click, click!" Dozens of media photographers in front of the podium quickly captured the spectacular sight of fireworks and streamers rising simultaneously.
For the players, this was definitely a photo of a lifetime, an extremely significant moment worth recording!
"Champions!!"
"Yes!"
"Double Crown!!"
The players shouted passionately to the sky; at this moment, they couldn’t say much else but the simplest, most direct words.
"Where is Mr. Wenger?" Ma’el jumped a few times, and after the initial surge of excitement passed, he turned around, searching for Mr. Wenger’s figure.
Van Persie also stopped, handing the trophy to the teammates beside him to experience the lift and began searching as well.
Soon, they saw Wenger, having removed his jacket, wearing a white shirt, smiling and clapping.
"Aha...!"
When Ma’el and Van Persie charged laughing towards Wenger, all the Arsenal players knew what they were going to do and turned to join the celebration.
"What are you doing?!" Wenger, seeing the crowd approaching, grinned even wider but instinctively turned to flee.
Ma’el’s burst of speed came into play as he took two steps to catch Wenger in a chest-hug, pulling him to a stop.
Van Persie and others quickly lifted him into the air, everyone laughing and reaching out to Mr. Wenger, sharing in the passion of the moment.
"Are you ready?"
Ma’el was very lively; he asked the question and then began counting down, "3...2...1... Lift!"
"Ah...!"
With a shout, Wenger was tossed into the air by the players, and the Arsenal fans in the stands quickly joined in the shout, clapping in unison with the players, "Ah... Ah!!"
Wenger was both surprised and delighted, circling a few times in the air before grasping onto the players, "Put me down! All right, all right!"
"Click, click!" The photographers from the media swarmed onto the podium, raising their cameras high, aiming at Wenger.
Seeing many supporting him, Ma’el let go and squeezed out of the crowd, running towards the player tunnel.
At the tunnel entrance, he saw Isabella, Jose, and others waiting for him, but in his eagerness, he just greeted them, "Wait for me, I’ll come back to bring you on the field soon!"
Isabella felt the rush of air as Ma’el ran past her, watching his back with starry eyes.
"Hey, hey!" It was her good friend Aisha waving in front of her eyes that snapped her back to reality, "Huh?"
Aisha said nothing, only giving a knowing smile.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Soon, the sound of cleats hitting the ground approached as Ma’el returned, holding four bottles of champagne in his arms, running towards the pitch.
Everyone watching his back eagerly anticipated joining him in celebration soon.
...
"Pssh, pssh, pssh!"
Approaching the podium again, Ma’el threw three bottles of champagne on the ground, and with Mr. Wenger still not down and Arsenal players clustered together, he fired the first shot of champagne spraying.
"Oh oh.....!" He held the bottle neck with one hand and pressed his thumb over half of the bottle mouth with the other, shaking the champagne wildly.
The white champagne foam quickly rose, showering over all the Arsenal players’ heads, soaking Wenger’s shirt.
Everyone was momentarily stunned, turning to see Ma’el with a mischievous grin.
"Pssh, pssh, pssh!"
Just as they saw him, the champagne bottle in his hand pointed at them, spraying towards their faces.
They quickly shielded their faces, looked around for champagne, and soon spotted the other three bottles.
Sagna and Mertesacker picked up a bottle each, launching an indiscriminate attack on all Arsenal players, "Ha ha....!"
With a bottle in hand, Van Persie chased after Ma’el, seeking revenge for the sneak attack, "Just you wait!"
Ma’el sprayed him a few more times, and seeing that his bottle had run out of fizz, turned and ran away.
Van Persie pursued relentlessly, spraying as he chased, but all the champagne hit Ma’el’s back, posing little threat.
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