On November 5th, the Premier League's 11th round kicked off at the Emirates Stadium, with Arsenal facing West Brom.
This month could be called Emirates Stadium Month, as Arsenal had 5 out of 6 games played there.
In this match, Mr. Wenger essentially fielded his strongest lineup in the midfield and front lines.
Only André Santos and Jenkinson replaced Gibbs and Sagna, allowing Vermaelen, who performed excellently in the previous game, to continue playing.
It seemed he believed that West Brom's attacking ability wouldn't be able to break through their midfield and defensive lines.
Even if they did, their number of threatening attacks would be far less than Arsenal's! The match started at five in the afternoon, and the Emirates Stadium was packed, with fans anticipating a great performance.
And the players didn't disappoint them. Just 22 minutes into the game, Walcott, in the center forward position, assisted his partner Van Persie to score a goal.
One to zero!
In the 39th minute, Vermaelen, the defender with a knack for scoring, dribbled the ball all the way forward, passed it to Gervinho on the wing, and then charged into the penalty area, heading the ball into the net.
Two to zero! Before the end of the first half, Van Persie received the ball and, acting as a pivot, set up Arteta, who was surging forward from behind.
*"Bang!"*
Arteta then unleashed a Long Shot that shook West Brom's goal, finally adding another goal to his tally.
Three to zero! Securing the victory!
"Ooh-hoo...!"
Arsenal's players gathered on the sideline, ruffled Arteta's hair, and embraced each other.
Maël celebrated with his teammates. In the first half, he was closely marked by two opponents and didn't get many good opportunities.
Fortunately, his presence drew attention, allowing his teammates to get many scoring chances, which could be considered a contribution, helping the team secure 3 points early! "What's the score?"
Gervinho asked aloud, seemingly not caring too much about these things, just happily high-fiving others.
"The game isn't over yet," Van Persie patted him on the head and laughed, "Isn't it a bit much to be counting points at this time?"
"It's okay." Gervinho glanced at the West Brom players behind him and turned back to say, "Just count it as 9 wins and 2 draws, there won't be any surprises."
"29 points,"
Maël told him the answer, jokingly saying, "If our goal is to avoid relegation, then this score basically establishes a very good situation for staying up."
"Haha...!" Everyone chuckled. No team with 9 wins and 2 draws in 11 rounds would be trying to avoid relegation; they would definitely be aiming for the championship.
They then ran back, and the first half of the match ended.
In the 60th minute of the second half, Maël left the field to applause, ending his journey in the 11th round of the Premier League early.
There was no feeling of regret. No one can guarantee goals and assists in every game. Even the unparalleled duo would have goal droughts, and there are too many factors that affect data performance.
"Truly a rare sight."
As he left the field, Mr. Wenger stood beside him, comforting him in a joking manner: "Save your strength and use it to smash Norwich's goal in the next game."
"Of course." Maël raised his eyebrows with a smile, high-fiving him and saying, "Don't worry, Mr. Wenger, I'm in good spirits. 14 goals in 11 rounds, there's no better start to a top-flight career than this."
Mr. Wenger patted him on the shoulder, and he then walked back to the bench, put on a long-sleeved shirt after sitting down, as the weather was slowly getting colder.
The game slowly came to an end like this, with neither side scoring in the second half.
In the end, Arsenal defeated West Brom with a score of three to zero, steadily taking 3 points.
"Contend for the championship!"
Seeing that they were about to break through 30 points, Maël's confidence grew even stronger. Not to mention maintaining the state of the opening period, even if the decline was controlled within 20%, they would be strong contenders for the championship.
He had calculated before that as long as they achieved around 25-28 victories and kept the number of losses to no more than 5, the team would have a high probability of winning the Premier League title.
From the current perspective, Arsenal had already secured one-third of the victories, and there hadn't been a single defeat yet! The situation was very promising! November 6th, inside the villa.
Maël came to the living room after finishing his Stamina training and found José and others looking at him with smiles.
"What's wrong?"
He went to the refrigerator to get yogurt and asked, "Did someone get injured in the Manchester United or Manchester City lineup? Rooney or Agüero?"
This was a joke. He didn't have that much animosity towards these two teams, these two competitors for the Premier League Golden Boot.
He just didn't quite understand what good things could happen on this day that would make them look at him like that.
"Deschamps has taken office." José then answered, his tone very excited, saying, "And in the first training camp list he finalized, your name is on it."
Maël turned around, looking at everyone's expressions, which didn't seem fake.
Didier Deschamps, a man seemingly born for the French national team's coaching position, has finally arrived at the place that should have belonged to him? It seems that the French team, which has been silent for several years since Zidane's retirement, is about to enter a new era! "This is a signal."
Harry was selecting the equipment for today's massage from the shelves, adding, "Being recruited immediately upon taking office, doesn't that mean he has already designated you as a key player for next year's European Cup?"
"That must be it." José nodded with a smile, "Maël's performance in the first three months of the season has been obvious to all, and he beat Deschamps twice right in front of him. It would be strange not to call him up.
"But the pressure is a bit higher. In the left winger position, he has to compete with Ribery for a starting spot. The Bayern forward is worth as much as 55 million euros.
"His data performance this season is a bit worse than Maël's, but his reputation is well-known. Deschamps would face a lot of pressure if he didn't use him."
Safina was also looking at the list, and she had a different opinion, "Ribery has an organizing style of play, right? He has also played as a right winger. He can coexist with Maël completely.
"I think it's very possible. Look at the forwards called up this time. Besides Ribery, who else is Maël's opponent?"
She understands football. Having worked in the football circle for so many years, her understanding and knowledge of football surpasses most people.
Moreover, as Maël's physical therapist and nutritionist, as someone close to him, Safina knows Maël very well, "This is not the EFL Championship anymore. Maël has gradually become a first-class player.
"Even though he lacks experience in top-level competitions, he has been constantly refreshing people's perceptions since he stepped onto this field.
"I don't think Deschamps will keep either him or Ribery on the bench. He might put one on the left and one on the right."
Maël didn't talk to them about this. He walked towards the crowd, took the phone from José, and looked at the news of Deschamps' appointment and the French team's training camp list.
"Deschamps is fast."
This was something that surprised him a bit, because he remembered that Deschamps seemed to have taken office after this European Cup. "Marseille was just abandoned like that?"
The others looked at him, and after seeing that he wasn't joking, they all started to stifle their laughter.
Fast? Abandoned Marseille? "Didn't you pay attention to the Champions League group stage standings?" Safina pulled up the Champions League standings, came to Maël's side and smiled, "Marseille is already at the bottom. Olympiacos is even leading them with a goal difference advantage.
"Their goal difference can't be recovered anymore. They are destined to be at the bottom after six rounds. It's very difficult for them to qualify from the group stage."
"Ah," Maël couldn't help but mourn for Deschamps for a few seconds. It seems that this matter is indeed inseparable from him.
Could this be considered prematurely facilitating a good match, kicking Deschamps to the stage most suitable for him to show his skills with two feet? If so, Deschamps' impression of him should be extremely deep. The goal he set before playing Marseille was overfulfilled.
"Pack your things."
José walked over and hugged him, congratulating him, "On November 9th, you will report to the French national team. Another important moment in your career.
"The four of us often say when we chat that we look forward to you standing on the international stage of the European Cup or the World Cup. Now, this idea has been half realized."
"It's still early." Maël wasn't in a hurry. He smiled and walked into the room, "Let's get past the newly promoted Norwich in the next round before considering the national team."
"Impatient." Safina smiled at José, and walked into Maël's room with her brother Harry. The physical therapy and massage were about to begin again.
This has become Maël's habit, coming 2-3 times a day, depending on the intensity of the day's training.
November 8th, one day before the National Team Match Day, the 12th round of the Premier League arrived.
Arsenal's opponent in this round is the newly promoted Norwich. Nicknamed the Canaries, Norwich has had a good record this season under the leadership of veteran Neil, and is considered the best among the promoted teams.
They are currently ranked 9th in the league. Although they don't have any outstanding performances against strong teams, they have a relatively stable killing effect on the mid-to-lower teams in the Premier League, often getting 3 points.
Carrow Road Stadium, nearly an hour before the start of the game, already has many fans seated.
Norwich attaches great importance to today's game. Due to the small size of the stadium, scalper tickets outside the stadium have been scalped up to 450 pounds each, and some fools were slaughtered, spending 700 pounds to get in.
In their hearts, this is not just a game between the home team and a giant team, but also a reunion with an 'old friend'.
León Maël, the man who ended Queens Park Rangers with a Long Shot in the 44th round of the EFL Championship last season, and also kicked them into the Premier League, will set foot on Carrow Road Stadium again today! "The 12th Canary!"
Some Norwich fans played the meme they played at the end of last season, which quickly caused other fans to follow suit.
"He should get a share of the Promotion to the Super League bonus last season. He should attend the team's celebration banquet."
"Hahaha, without Maël, the entire Norwich team wouldn't dare to move the game."
"I hated him for more than half a season, but I fell in love with him at that last moment!"
"I remember that many people followed his Facebook account at the time and gave him some small rewards."
"Today's ticket prices are so inflated, he's responsible for more than half of it. Many Norwich fans have been leaving messages on social media, saying they didn't properly thank him last season and want to make up for it this time."
"Haha, interesting! But don't go overboard, he's still our opponent today."
"Who would have thought, that bright young kid from last season has gradually grown into a star."
Speaking of which, even as Maël's old rivals, they couldn't help but feel a sense of wistfulness, lamenting how quickly everything had changed.
It wasn't just that time was passing quickly, but that Maël was advancing rapidly. Every time they saw him after a while, he had undergone earth-shattering changes.
In the Norwich locker room, Hoolahan, the team's core player from last season, sat with goalkeeper Ruddy, changing their clothes and shoes.
They were among the few players in the team who could still start this season, and their relationship had gradually improved.
"Do you remember that guy?"
Hoolahan flipped up his heel with his finger and asked, "Did he ever score against you?"
"He did." Ruddy put on his gloves and clapped his hands a few times, saying, "Remember that time? The Sky Sports commentary...
'...Ruddy can save the team once, he can save the team twice, but he can't stop Maël's third shot on target!'"
"Hahaha." The two leaned back and laughed together, feeling it was a vivid description.
Hoolahan looked at Ruddy and raised an eyebrow, "So, you're one of the few in the EFL Championship who made him suffer a bit?"
"You too." Ruddy patted Hoolahan's shoulder, saying, "Your first hat-trick last season was against Sheffield United, right in front of Maël.
"He must have been very impressed. We completely defeated Sheffield United in that game, and Maël's expression was very ugly afterward."
Hoolahan's face lit up, and he raised his eyebrows even higher, nodding with a sense of honor.
It was quite a thought that the kid he competed with on the same field last season could already give them the feeling... that having performed well in front of him was quite an honor.
"What do you think the boss thinks of him? The boss was under a lot of pressure during that time, never smiled, and only smiled when he held his granddaughter at the very end."
Hoolahan turned to get water and quickly heard a response, "What can he think? Gratitude, appreciation."
It wasn't Ruddy's voice, but coach Neil's voice. Hoolahan suddenly turned around and saw Neil standing in the locker room, smiling at him.
"Boss."
Hoolahan was immediately embarrassed and chuckled twice, "We were just chatting."
"Go warm up."
Neil patted the back of his and Ruddy's heads, and remembering that he was about to meet an old friend, his face showed some excitement, "Don't embarrass yourselves in front of your old opponent, go prove that you're doing well now too."
...
Half an hour before the game, the Arsenal players arrived at Carrow Road Stadium.
Maël walked towards the player tunnel with a few others, chatting and laughing. They were relatively relaxed when playing against mid-table teams.
"How many are you planning to score today?"
Van Persie was next to him, smiling and saying, "Eight? Nine?"
"Haha." Maël patted him on the back and shook his head, "Don't jinx it, I suspect the reason I didn't score in the last game was because you guys jinxed me."
"It's just one game without scoring." Van Persie was a little puzzled and turned his head, "Why are you dwelling on it for so long? My longest streak was seven consecutive games without scoring."
"No, no, no."
Maël couldn't help but smile as he thought about what he was about to say. He wagged his index finger and said seriously, "I'm not quite the same as you. My Premier League start was too good, so my expectations for myself are naturally higher."
Van Persie: "..."
He, who was often said to have historical-level finishing ability, was now being told that his efficiency wasn't good?
"You'll be honest when you have a goal drought."
He knew Maël was joking, then adopted an attacking stance and chased after Maël with a big laugh, "Take my body slam."
"What are you doing?"
Maël watched him walk quickly, sensed the danger, and ran forward subconsciously, "Don't come over, I'm afraid you'll be on the ground as soon as I make a move."
"Try it!" Van Persie changed from walking quickly to running, chasing after Maël with a sinister smile.
The two players, whose combined value was now close to 100 million, ran out of the player tunnel in a playful manner, causing the other Arsenal players to laugh.
"Oh!"
"Pa Pa Pa!"
Maël had just run out of the player tunnel when he heard a burst of applause and cheers from Carrow Road Stadium.
Turning his head to look, the surrounding fans all had their eyes on him, some shouting at him, some applauding him.
What's this?
The favor he unintentionally gave out during the last match? He immediately understood, a smile on his face, and waved to the Norwich fans in the stadium.
Van Persie also caught up to his side at this time, and when he saw him stop, he also stopped awkwardly in place, pretending to be very busy.
Just kidding, General Van Persie wasn't unaware of Maël's physique. Chasing him for fun was okay, but if he really tried to grapple him, he might be KO'd by Maël immediately.
"Do you know why they're cheering for me?"
Maël was quite enjoying the atmosphere at this time, and put his arm around Van Persie, letting him bathe in the adoring gaze with him.
"Why?" Van Persie usually didn't pay attention to the EFL Championship, so he naturally didn't understand, looking at him in confusion.
"Because I'm handsome."
Maël pointed to his face, shamelessly saying again, "I'm not quite the same as you..."
Van Persie realized that he had been tricked again, and chased after Maël for the second time.
Maël initially cooperated by running a few steps, but after seeing him chasing relentlessly, he turned around, grabbed Van Persie's shoulders, came behind him, and threw him to the ground.
"Thump!"
General Van Persie fell to the ground in a sorry state, laughing loudly with his limbs in the air, "F*ck! How is there no room for resistance at all?"
"Oh!"
Sagna happened to come out of the player tunnel at this time, and clapped his hands after seeing this scene, "A successful ground offensive! Maël gets a good opportunity for a rear-naked choke! Featherweight boxing champion Van Persie is vulnerable!"
"Haha...!" The Arsenal players laughed again, the atmosphere in the team had been good during this period.
Maël also smiled and stretched out his hand, pulling Van Persie up.
The group jogged together to warm up, and in this small stadium that could only accommodate nearly 30,000 people, everyone felt a sense of comfort.
It was as if on a sunny afternoon, a few brothers came to the stadium together, joking and preparing for a competition... The pressure of the past and the deafening noise were gone, and only football remained in their eyes.
"Bip!"
The match kicked off on time at seven thirty, with Maël partnering the front line with Van Persie, Walcott, and Gervinho.
Facing a team with relatively average strength, Wenger still adopted a 4-2-4 bombing formation, striving to end the battle quickly.
"Dang dang dang dang! I have a friend!"
Surprisingly, the Norwich die-hard fans in the North Stand actually sang a familiar melody as soon as the match started, "He drives a Bugatti on the sidelines, and dances Swan Lake on the defensive line!"
Each of them had a heartfelt smile on their faces, and seemed to find this scene very interesting.
Maël slowly ran towards the Norwich backfield, and was stunned when he heard this song. After turning his head to see that the Arsenal away fans weren't making any noise, he realized that it was the Norwich fans singing.
Good, good... This song is really a plague, it has actually spread here.
Sagna really deserves the credit, he actually heard opposing fans singing a non-mocking song for him in his lifetime.
Of course, the main reason was that crucial kick in the last round of last season, which not only resulted in a 100% championship, but also indirectly helped others.
"Dang dang dang dang! I have a friend!"
At this time, the Arsenal fan zone also reacted, and sang along during the second melody, "He's on the sidelines!"
The fans of the two teams thus established a friendly relationship, singing the song together because of Maël. At first, they sang together, and then it was one section from your side, and one section from my side.
In the end, they even tried one sentence from you, one sentence from me, but the cooperation failed... They weren't embarrassed, cheering and applauding each other, "Xuxu~ Pa pa pa...!"
This scene was extremely rare, at least the two teams hadn't encountered a similar situation for many seasons.
Mr. Wenger on the sidelines couldn't help but smile, and finally raised his hands and applauded. Thanks to Maël's favor, there shouldn't be any conflicts breaking out in this match.
Singing is singing, this match, Arsenal still occupied the dominant position on the field, playing a sharp attack.
In the 8th minute of the match, seeing that Maël on the left wing was once again heavily marked, Arteta made a short pass to transfer the ball to the right side.
Walcott and Sagna took turns attacking the opponent's defense on this side, quickly making the Norwich defenders feel the pressure.
"Bang!"
The ensuing cross had a bit too much power, and Van Persie jumped but didn't touch the ball.
The ball was received by Norwich defender Norton, who took a small step forward, preparing to clear the ball.
"Pa!"
Unexpectedly, Maël's figure suddenly appeared from the side, he had already predicted that Norton might be slow in controlling the ball, and he followed up at high speed to intercept it.
Norton's expression instantly changed, and he subconsciously tugged at Maël's shirt, trying to stop him.
But he quickly realized that he couldn't hold him back. Maël was completely different from last season, and physical confrontation couldn't stop his progress.
"Bang!!"
Maël then withstood his pull and curled a shot towards the upper right corner of the goal.
This time, there was no repeat of Ruddy saving the team twice. Facing Maël's Curved Shot, he surrendered directly the first time.
"Swish!" The ball sailed into the net, and Maël ran towards the fans area by the side of the field with a smile, celebrating the goal.
Easy one-nil!
Another goal!
The 15th! "Oh!" Arsenal fans cheered at Carrow Road Stadium, while Norwich fans sat in their seats without saying a word. Even if they liked the player, they couldn't celebrate him scoring against their own goal.
"It wasn't even my assist." Walcott looked resentful, and said with a bitter face after coming up, "Why doesn't anyone score with a tap-in, instead of intercepting the defender and scoring a solo goal?"
"Don't be sad."
Maël didn't celebrate wildly in his old friend's territory, and turned to put his arm around him with a smile, "I'll return a goal to you later."
"You said it." Walcott briefly placed his hopes on Maël, and ran back to his position.
This goal was also the only goal of the first half, with Arsenal taking a one-nil lead into halftime.
"Bang!"
In the 57th minute of the second half, a powerful shot from Steve Morrison helped the home team equalize, which disrupted Arsenal's rhythm a bit.
The relaxed expressions on the players' faces were gone, replaced by a sense of anxiety. They didn't want to be held to a draw by a newly promoted team.
After the restart, Arsenal sped up the pace of their attack, and each player clearly became more serious, with the rhythm and Frequency of various passes increasing a lot.
Norwich quickly felt the pressure, retreating across the board into their own half, desperately parking the bus to defend their goal.
Even the attacking core Hoolahan ran back, sparing no effort in defense, with several tackles being very desperate, as if he remembered what the coach had said before the match.
"Come on, come on!"
Their momentum slowly rose again, gradually withstanding Arsenal's first wave of counterattacks, dragging Arsenal into a quagmire of attrition warfare.
"Pa!"
"Cha!"
Goalkeeper Ruddy's form also gradually rose, making high saves and blocking Arsenal's threatening attacks multiple times.
They saw the hope of getting 1 point!
They also saw the hope of retreating unscathed in front of old friends! Naturally, they had to fight for it, strive not to lose face, and prove that they had also made progress.
In this way, the match time passed quickly, soon crossing 70 minutes, 80 minutes, and 85 minutes.
Norwich coach Neil also quickly made substitutions at this time, bringing on a defensive midfielder and a defender, preparing to defend desperately.
"Bang!"
In the 87th minute of the match, Maël had the ball on the left wing, and the number of defenders in the center was very dense, making it almost impossible to break through.
He sought an opportunity to Cross, while observing the situation in the center, he knew this was the last chance.
Soon, he discovered that the opponent's center-backs seemed to be too wary of General Van Persie's ability to score, and their bodies were always facing outside the penalty area when marking Van Persie.
This is a major taboo in defense; a more reasonable approach would be to defend sideways. Gaining this information, Maël began to sprint towards the baseline, preparing to attempt a cross.
He trusted his judgment; if he could deliver a cross with extremely high speed, the opponent's defenders wouldn't be able to turn around in time.
"Close him down!"
Norwich midfielder Hoolahan, seeing his old friend from the EFL Championship charging with the ball, quickly called for his teammates to come and double-team.
In this match, Maël had made several attempts to break through, and although he managed to successfully get past one or two players each time, he hadn't created many threats due to their dense defensive formation.
This time, he believed they could also stop Maël through encirclement and interception.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Maël dribbled towards the opponent's full-back, Norton, his feet making agile changes. This time, his determination to reach the byline was very strong.
Norton didn't shift his body weight at all; he knew that his teammates were protecting him from behind, and someone would be coming to his side soon.
Maël continued to carry the ball forward, gradually feeling a sense of being bogged down. With so many defenders and such a small area, it was difficult for him to break through their defense with Speed and Strength.
Suddenly, his eyes sharpened as he noticed that Hoolahan seemed about to run to a position parallel with Norton.
Perhaps there's a chance through the legs? "Bang!"
With no other choice, he decided to try it. After Hoolahan took two more steps forward, he suddenly used the instep of his left foot to lift the ball towards the penalty area.
Norton quickly closed his legs, but it was too late. As Maël had anticipated, Hoolahan behind him ran to a position parallel with him, and their Frequency was the same at that moment! As the football passed through Norton's legs, Hoolahan also quickly felt a chill between his legs, and by the time he realized what had happened, the football had already darted towards the center.
Through two sets of legs! This was a very, very sudden Cross, and the football burst out from the wing in a way that surprised everyone! In addition, Maël's Instep Pass ability had always been strong, and the football carried tremendous Strength and Speed, giving the defender facing General Van Persie no chance to turn around, and successfully reached the danger zone.
"Bang!!"
The King of Finishing, General Van Persie, didn't disappoint Maël at this moment. He reacted quickly and appeared in the right position, sliding in to poke the ball into the net.
Goal! Two to one!
Ahead again!
"Yeah!" The Arsenal away fans erupted in a burst of wild cheers, the pressure on everyone dissipating.
Facing a team like Norwich, failing to take 3 points would be a failure. This goal undoubtedly won back the 2 points they were about to lose! In the final moments, Maël helped them find a way, and Van Persie helped them finish!
"Oh!"
Mr. Wenger on the sidelines waved his right fist excitedly, finally not having to return to London with a bitter face. This kind of victory against mid-to-lower-tier teams was also crucial.
He quickly turned to Philip, his face beaming, wanting to share his excitement with him, "That ball?!"
"Almost impossible to pass!" Philip had also just run up, his voice trembling, "But it went through, it was just right!"
"Maël!"
On the field, Van Persie rushed towards Maël ecstatically after getting up, jumping up and down excitedly when he reached him, "Genius!"
"Yes!"
Maël's face was also full of joy. At that moment, he chose to trust his judgment, to trust his lv4 Decision.
He had won the bet!
3 points in hand! 1 goal and 1 assist, the form he had lost in the previous game was back! They then ran to the sidelines together, following the position where they had danced Rock-a-bye Baby together before, tightening their arms and shaking with laughter.
Walcott rushed over again. Although there was joy in his eyes this time, his expression was still bitter, "Didn't you say you'd pass it to me? I wanted to score the Game-winning goal too."
Van Persie turned to look at him, a hint of teasing rising in his eyes, "I'm not quite the same as you, I'm..."
Walcott anticipated what he was going to say and covered his ears in advance, "Get lost!"
Right next to them as they celebrated was the position where Hoolahan and Norton had just been nutmegged. The two of them were still in the posture of looking towards the center after being nutmegged, their splayed legs still parallel.
Hoolahan's eyes met those of goalkeeper Ruddy at this moment, both of their expressions showing astonishment. They didn't say a word, just kept blinking.
On the sidelines, Norwich coach Neil returned to the coaching bench somewhat despondently, his back looking a little pitiful.
He knew very well that from the moment he made the substitution to defend across the board, the team no longer had any attacking ability. As long as Arsenal scored, they would definitely lose the game.
"Maël."
After sitting on the bench, he looked at Maël, wanting to say something to the assistant coach next to him, "He he's changed too much."
The assistant coach looked at him suspiciously, wasn't that obvious? But considering Neil's mood at the moment, and his complex feelings towards Maël, he echoed, "Bless him, he gets to play in the Premier League this season, after all, he contributed to it."
Not long after, the referee blew the whistle to end the match, and Arsenal ultimately won two to one.
"Clang clang clang clang! I have a friend!" As the singing rang out again from the away fans' stand, Arsenal fans happily expressed their recognition of Maël's performance, and also tried to echo the Norwich fans who used to sing with them.
The Norwich fans couldn't sing, but they chose another way to express their feelings – "Clap clap clap!"
Warm applause rang out, both for their own team's players and for Maël.
Whether it was from Maël's help to them last season, or from the performance of an old friend today, this tribute of applause at the end of the game was indispensable.
They very subtly and complexly expressed their feelings to this player who had once built a bond with them.
"See you next time!"
There were also those who genuinely liked Maël, shouting at Maël: "See you at Carrow Road in a year! We will stay in the Premier League, and hopefully you will already be a superstar!"
Maël looked at them before leaving the field, and couldn't help but feel a little touched, he didn't expect the opposing fans to have such deep feelings for him.
These were all friends he had accumulated in just over a year since he first entered the professional arena.
It's quite interesting. He took off his jersey and threw it to the fan who shouted at him, finally waving goodbye: "Bye-bye!"
This game, although a narrow victory, with nothing earth-shattering happening, was a game worth commemorating.
Through Carrow Road Stadium, Maël seemed to see the achievements of last season intertwined with the achievements of this season, reflecting a trajectory of his growth, and making him yearn for the future even more.
The weather is cold, my hands are really too cold, sorry for the slow writing.
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