From Arsenal to the Ball God-Chapter 141 - 45: Ma’el, the Big Winner! Victory Parade Celebration! Farewell, Sheffield!! (Double - )

"If I could choose."

Gilbert hiccuped, his eyes dreamy as he raised his right hand high: "I want to live like this every day! To live in this beautiful world every day!"

"Keep going."

Ma'el, also somewhat drunk, smiled dazedly and said: "This is just the Championship title, there are so many honors waiting for us ahead, we will live even better lives than this."

"Yeah, I want to win the Champions League!" Gilbert clenched his fist, suddenly remembering he had just turned 18, full of confidence.

"I..."

Ma'el, watching him make a wish at this moment, felt somewhat moved. He thought for a moment and waved his hand seriously: "I want to achieve a grand slam!"

Laughter erupted around them, with many assuming Gilbert and Ma'el were drunk, joking without restraint.

They began to imitate them, with someone saying they wanted to win the Premier League title, another saying they wanted the World Cup, and yet another wanting the Copa America and so on.

Ma'el looked at their expressions, smiling faintly and shaking his head.

Indeed, he was still too young, had walked too few roads, and saying he wanted a grand slam, it was fortunate he wasn't taken for a madman.

But... he would always keep this thought tucked firmly in his heart and steadily pursue it!

"Ma'el." Gilbert turned his head at this time, his body swaying but his expression very serious: "Speaking with your own words, this time I am serious."

A sudden stirring in his heart, Ma'el hooked his arm around Gilbert's shoulder, speaking like a confidant: "I'm serious too."

In that moment, he forgot everything else, no past lives, no different souls, no pressures, fatigue, everything was thrown aside.

Both were immersed in the atmosphere of the moment, spiritedly making their wishes.

In their prime, a great future lay ahead of them!

As time passed, the old goals had been fully achieved, it's now time to look ahead!

......

As the bus slowly drove into the parking lot beside Bramall Lane Stadium, a dense crowd blocked the bus, seemingly ready for some event.

Looking closely, this group of fans were dressed neatly in Sheffield United uniforms, wore team hats, and had scarves around their necks, the complete set.

Clearly, they were not ordinary fans of the team, but die-hard fan organizations who frequently went to away games to cheer for the team!

"We're leaving."

Gilbert looked at the familiar faces below and then at the stadium before him, which held so many memories and sweat, suddenly feeling a bit reluctant.

"Yes."

Ma'el waved and greeted some fans he had met, then turned his head towards Bramall Lane Stadium.

He had played at least twenty league matches here, each one extremely important, extremely critical.

He really was a bit reluctant to leave.

Standing there just looking, he seemed to return to the match days, faintly hearing the cheering and shouting that pierced through the clouds, causing him a moment of daze.

"Did Mr. Wenger say anything?"

Gilbert looked up at Ma'el and asked: "Should we return to the team first or take a few days off?"

"He let us decide."

Ma'el replied, then suddenly felt a few odd feelings, noticing his teammates around were not speaking.

He glanced away from Gilbert, looked in their direction, and found that they were all looking over, with mischievous smiles, with sentiments, and with a bit of reluctance.

Indeed... after celebrating for three consecutive days, even on this last day, they hadn't properly said goodbye, using celebration to divert their attention.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a thunderous sound arose, as a giant banner was dropped from the west stand at Bramall Lane, covering the whole side of the stand.

This was an extremely heart-stirring scene. Over a hundred meters long, the banner instantly unfurled, making a rustling noise, slowly revealing itself to everyone.

Ma'el and Gilbert instinctively turned to look, gradually seeing that it was a giant poster featuring just the two of them.

In the image, one was doing a violent strike preparation move, one leaping for a header, body almost parallel to the ground.

"Oh..." Gilbert hugged his head, trembling all over, seeming to realize why these fans had appeared here.

But he never expected it was because of him and Ma'el.

Ma'el said nothing, but a surprised smile quickly appeared on his face, his body tingling, with goosebumps appearing on his skin.

This was likely a farewell ceremony!

When the poster was finally fully unfurled, the bold font at the bottom attracted everyone's attention—"Bye! Maёl! Bye! Guilbert!"

It truly was a farewell!

Sheffield United had planned this grand goodbye in advance, orchestrated a surprise to thank Ma'el and Gilbert for what they had contributed to the team!

"This..."

The two exchanged glances, both somewhat speechless, they turned to look at teammates and coaching staff, realizing they had known about this all along, intentionally keeping it from the two of them.

"Bye! Bye...!" Loud calls came from all around, as Sheffield United's die-hard fan organization shouted, raising small banners and special team scarves.

On them were words of farewell to the two, some neatly written, some resembling scribbles.

"I'll always remember you!"

"Safe travels!"

"Wishing you greater success, thank you for the joy and glory you brought to Sheffield!"

"Ma'el! I love you!"