From Arsenal to the Ball God

Fans started searching for information about Ma’el on websites like Facebook and Twitter, initially watching his match highlights and interview statements, digging deep from the pitch.

Where there’s demand, there’s a market, and soon many editors emerged across major video platforms and social media.

They added music to Ma’el’s highlights, and some even used editing techniques to make his videos incredibly exciting.

”Ma’el Long Shot Intense Compilation!”

”Ma’el Dipping Shot Collection!”

This kind of search basically ranked high on various platform search bars, with some even getting thirty to forty thousand likes.

Later, as fans got to know Ma’el better, some turned into ardent supporters, falling deeply in love with him.

This group of fans, after getting tired of goal highlights, started paying attention to Ma’el’s life, desperately looking for any piece of news about him.

——”Picture *2!”

——”On to Norwich!”

Under a post Ma’el had once published, many new fans rushed in and jokingly left numerous comments.

”Beginning: On to Norwich! —— Ending: Defeated 2-4!”

”Off to battle! Hahaha, never thought you’d lose, that match was a total defeat!”

”If Norwich hadn’t gotten those 3 points, maybe they wouldn’t have made it to the top... Ma’el, you’re truly Norwich’s greatest savior, first giving away 3 points, then finally scoring against Queens Park Rangers to lift Norwich to the Premier League!”

”Is Carrow Road Stadium not planning to erect a statue for Ma’el?”

”Still posting selfies?”

”Which player loves posting selfies this much? Plus, post some life photos, not just close-ups, it’s driving me crazy... Give me your residential address, I’ll come over and teach you how to take pictures.”

After wandering around for a while, these fans all liked and commented on Ma’el’s latest post, urging him to quickly post the photos taken on the day of the victory.

Truly, there’s always someone’s urging everywhere.

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May 9th, the day of the victory parade has arrived, a major celebration event every champion team holds after the season ends.

This morning, Sheffield United Club officially announced the basic route of the championship parade and confirmed the time at one in the afternoon.

Fans instantly responded, and starting at eleven o’clock, fans wearing Sheffield United’s red and white striped jerseys flooded the streets, waiting by the roadside.

By noon, the streets along the parade route were mostly blocked, with tens of thousands gathered in the city center, and the number continued to grow.

Many regretted not going to Queens Park Rangers on the day of the victory, so today they brought their whole families out, ready to witness the team’s championship glory in the city!

They were all wearing the club’s scarves, and many were waving small team flags, turning the entire street red.

Some enthusiasts even climbed to the tops of traffic lights, waving flags and shouting, waiting for the team’s bus to appear.

”Wow.....!!”

At one o’clock, as the team bus slowly appeared at the end of the road, roaring filled the city center, countless flags fluttered in the wind, and the sight was all passionate crowds.

They surged towards the bus, surrounding it tightly, leaving only a small gap for the bus to move through.

Thus... a large vehicle slowly advanced at a speed of 5-8 mph, receiving the worship of the people in Sheffield City.

”Oh.....!!” Atop the parade bus, players raised the championship trophy high, cheering with arms raised, enjoying the fervent gaze of the fans below.

Those who hadn’t held the trophy that day were living their dream now, grinning with big white teeth.

Their theme these days was celebration—drinking with family, partying with teammates in nightclubs, celebrating with girlfriends in hotels... except for celebrating, it seemed there was nothing else to do.

Luckily, everything has an end, and after today’s parade celebration, they would enter the summer off-season!

Holiday is coming!

”Oh yes....!!”

Ma’el opened a bottle of champagne, jumping and spraying it on Gilbert and a group of players.

He watched as the white foam shot out like a dragon from the bottle, hitting everyone’s clothes in a wave, laughing with his mouth wide open as he sprayed.

”Ah!” A collective groan arose as the players sprayed by Ma’el first curled their bodies to shield their faces, gradually realizing they were soaked, they then didn’t care anymore and rushed towards the champagne stash.

As several bottles of champagne were opened and aimed at Ma’el, his bottle just ran out, so he raised his hands, ”Let’s talk this out!”

At this moment, the bottle openings to him looked less like champagne bottle openings and more like tank gun barrels.

”Spritz..... spritz!!” Seven or eight streams of cold white foam shot mercilessly towards Ma’el, instantly washing all over his clothes, making him curl his body.

”Hahaha....”

”Here it comes!”

”Help me!”

In the end, everyone was having so much fun, disregarding everything, grabbing champagne to spray each other, drenching Garrispeed as well.

After tiring from spraying, they leaned against the railing on the roof, cracking open a few bottles of beer, sipping while watching the dense parade crowds below, satisfaction on their faces.

Is there anything more wonderful than this?

Talking loudly with the best teammates, laughing crazily, drinking beer freely, celebrating life’s important moments, with tens of thousands of passionate fans around, waving and shouting at them!