Chapter 828 - 13: Arsenal’s Best! Wenger’s Victory! Two Award Speeches Filled with Bonds!

Ronaldo is his idol. Four years ago, the Manchester United number 7 who cried and celebrated in the rainy night in Moscow left a profound impression on a generation of England’s young players.

"You should be more confident."

The head coach affectionately patted his head, glanced at the screen, and a few complex emotions appeared on his face, "But the UEFA best player at just 19 is indeed hard to surpass. Before him, no one thought a young player could beat Messi and Ronaldo."

Saka slowly nodded, "Yeah, he’s only 8 years older than me, yet he’s already one of the best players."

"Alright." The head coach extended his right arm to high-five him, "Don’t lose heart. At least his existence proves that new level players might appear. I hope that person is you."

"I hope so too."

Saka’s confidence was slowly unearthed from his heart. He raised his arm, "He will be my new role model. I will chase after him and aim to surpass him. I want to win the Golden Ball Award at 20!"

"Haha....." The head coach laughed, "Now, it’s time to celebrate for him. Today belongs to him."

Saka started clapping, looking at the glamorous Ma’el on the screen with admiration in his eyes.

Not far away, the U23 meeting room.

There are noticeably more people here than other places.....because this is the highest level of the echelon. All potential players aged 17-23 are here; the younger, the greater the potential.

"*@%&*#...!"

"I knew it was him!"

"He’s so strong! I’m a year older than him, but I’m playing in the U23 league, while he’s playing in the European Cup and Champions League, and he won Europe’s best."

"Haha, comparing people can be frustrating, it’s always like this."

Amidst the noise, several 19-year-old players gathered together, for one reason: they were Ma’el’s former U17 teammates, and others wanted to learn more about Ma’el through them.

"Back then, he was still my substitute, looking rather unremarkable."

A wing player had a bright face, but upon closer look, there was a hint of nostalgia, "We ate and lived together, but no one cared about him. Everyone thought he would leave after the trial period ended.

"Who would have thought that after the same amount of time, we are still sitting in the meeting room while he is appearing in the Grimaldi Conference Center."

"Hahaha.....!"

More sighs echoed, "We can only say he trains better than us, he’s stronger than us. Back then, many mocked his practice as useless effort; now who would say that?"

This person said, his eyes suddenly looked toward the door, then his face lit up happily, "Mr. Hans! Mr. Hans is here!"

Like finding a backbone, several players who Hans once coached stood up together to welcome Hans, now the first-team assistant coach.

Others did the same, as to them, a first-team assistant coach is naturally someone they must respect, someone who could determine their fate.

At the door, Hans walked in with a sunny smile, steps full of pride, carrying a different aura than before.

His life had already changed, and this change also altered his demeanor, at least one that matched his current status. He was no longer the youth team coach.

Hans approached the few he once coached, took a deep breath, and exclaimed, "It’s a truly joyous day, with no one to share this happiness with, so I came to see you."

"Mr. Hans, people say your shoes seemed magical."

Someone joked, "Give us a pair, too? Let us experience the feeling of joining the Premier League in one year, winning European championships and best player in two."

"Haha.....!"

The place was filled with laughter today, and Hans also smiled and shook his head, "I still have self-awareness. From my perspective, I didn’t help him much; rather, he helped me a lot."

Turning to look at Ma’el stepping off the award platform on the screen, he breathed out deeply, "In any case, his success influenced many people. His day is also our day.

"Arsenal’s long history has finally welcomed a continent-level best player. I believe in his future, he’ll bring the club its first Golden Ball trophy!"

"Yeahhh.....!" Someone cheered and raised their hand, shouting, "He is Arsenal’s best! He will bring more glory to the club!"

....

France, Elysee Palace.

A female secretary with a smile walked into a meeting room, and sat nearby, listening to Michel discuss an economic issue.

But when everyone arrived, Michel still stood at the front with a frown, hesitant to speak.

The secretary knew the reason; Michel had different views on many issues compared to Mr. Hollande, and they often had disagreements. He must be worrying about those issues.

"Mr. Michel."

Seeing that he couldn’t adjust his state, she smiled and spoke of off-topic matters, "Before I entered the meeting room, I saw the headlines—our player Ma’el won this year’s UEFA best player."

Michel slowly turned his head, the gloom on his face quickly faded, "Oh? I think I saw news about it days ago, held in Monaco?

"Yes." The secretary nodded with a smile, "He defeated Messi and Ronaldo and became the first French player to win this award."

Before she finished speaking, Michel’s face already showed joy. He began to walk back and forth and finally couldn’t suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth, "Good, so good. He truly is the pride of France."

Clap, clap.....!"

After saying these, he couldn’t help but excitedly clap twice, drawing curious glances from the dignitaries in attendance.