Chapter 827: The Best for Arsenal! Wenger's Victory! Two Award Acceptance Speeches Full of Bonds! (2)

Jorson took off his headphones at this moment and looked at Garrispeed, saying, “Did we forget something? I just watched the Facebook video and saw that Ma’el was selected for the UEFA Best Lineup.”

“Is today the award ceremony?!”

Garrispeed was startled, even slowing down the car a bit, “Oh… I actually forgot. He was selected for the Best Lineup? That’s really worth celebrating.”

“Do you know why you forgot?” Jorson smiled slightly, “Because you didn’t receive an invitation, because you’re no longer qualified to sit with him.”

“Haha…!” Garrispeed’s laughter carried a hint of cheerfulness, as if he didn’t mind the joke, or perhaps it was covering up something, “Hurry, turn it on, let’s see who wins the final best.”

“Okay, here’s an earphone for you, listen carefully to the sound of the broadcast.”

Jorson, while adjusting the UEFA awards ceremony, helped Garrispeed put an earphone in his left ear, and soon the two listened to the broadcast of the awards ceremony together.

——”The focus is not really this trophy; it’s merely a summary…”

Upon hearing this, both Garrispeed and Jorson paused, with the former asking, “This seems to be Ma’el’s voice. Does the Best Lineup winner give a speech? So formal?”

Even though they say this, they both know that after Ma’el won the European Cup, it wasn’t unimaginable for him to win the UEFA Best Player at the age of 19.

Could he have really won?!

He couldn’t be sure and didn’t want to seem unsettled, so he could only probe cautiously.

——”The most important thing, I believe, is the presence of many people who are very important to me, special people, seeing me win it.”

The sound of another voice came through, and Jorson quickly looked down at his phone, seeing Ma’el standing at the microphone in the center of the award stage, with a silver Half-man trophy in front of him.

“Ha…!” He gasped sharply and then looked at Garrispeed with an expression of speechless shock on his face.

“What’s going on?” Garrispeed glanced mid-drive and then quickly turned his head back, urgently asking, “Speak!”

“Drive properly… Dad.”

“Oh, oh… Okay, speak!”

Jorson gently held Garrispeed’s arm that was gripping the steering wheel, his voice trembling slightly as he said, “He won the UEFA Best, right now, this is his award speech.”

…

Garrispeed silently looked forward, only his wrist gripping the steering wheel shook violently, and his chest quivered.

——”Some of them knew me from the very beginning, while others joined midway through my life, but without exception, they accompanied me through a memorable journey and gave me much encouragement.

The sound from the earphones continued, “I think they would be proud of me, happy for me, witnessing this important moment together allows me to feel why I live.

“I want to thank everyone I’ve encountered along the way. I seem to always be used to saying that every milestone is a new beginning… This time is no exception; I still have many unfinished wishes.”

——(Background noise) “Haha…!”

——”I hope to achieve more in the future, and when the day comes that I truly accomplish my goals, maybe I’ll invite everyone to drink heartily for three days and nights. Lastly, thank you!”

——(Background noise) “Clap, clap, clap…!!”

Garrispeed and Jorson remained silent, quietly listening to Ma’el’s award speech.

Both of their eyes welled with tears, even adjusting their sitting posture… Every moment seemed to have acquired a special significance.

“Shit, we actually forgot and missed the most exciting award moment.”

After a long while, Jorson regretfully tapped his forehead, smiling through his tears, “But hearing the award speech is also lucky. Speed, do you think we have a chance to drink that drink?”

“Of course.”

Garrispeed opened the car window, breathed in several deep breaths of fresh air, and sped up, “It’s impossible to sit in the same hall with him, but going to his home to drink his wine is certainly possible.

“After all, we knew him so early; after all, we once had him.”

The two shared a silly laugh, while the little daughter in the back stared at their backs in confusion, not understanding why her father and uncle suddenly seemed strange.

“Whiz, whiz, whiz… Bang, bang, bang…!”

Soon, on the bank of the Sheaf River where anglers gathered, a bright firework shot up and burst with sound, as if someone was celebrating a joyful occasion.

…

London, Korney Training Base.

Due to the absence of the first team coach, captain, and a few key players who went to attend the awards ceremony, the first team members were all watching the UEFA awards ceremony from their homes.

However, the players from various U series levels gathered in large conference rooms to watch it live.

“Ma’el… Ma’el!”

“Dong, dong, dong, dong…!”

At the instant Ma’el won the UEFA Best, the area around the administrative building of the Youth Training Center was enveloped in a festive atmosphere, with young players cheering for the first team captain Ma’el like fans.

In the U13 conference room, the head coach surrounded a comparatively lean Black youth player, smiling, “Saka, you can be promoted 2 levels to enter the U13 youth training camp. Do you have confidence to surpass him in the future?”

The young Saka shyly lowered his head, only occasionally stealing glances at Ma’el on the screen, “I don’t know… He defeated Ronaldo, but I don’t know if I can defeat Ronaldo.”