From Arsenal to the Ball God

Chapter 298: Chapter 93: Derby Victory! The Precious Gift from Ma’el—A Lifelong Inspiration!

He finally lifted his head, revealing a sunny smile, and jogged all the way towards Ma’el.

”Clap clap clap.....!” Applause erupted as fans, not being foolish, could discern that these were two fans with some issues, luckily receiving comfort from Ma’el.

They encouraged Chloe and David, letting them run to Ma’el with better spirits.

”Oh ho!”

Ma’el first embraced David, shouted excitedly, and patted David’s shoulder, ”How about it? This match was great, wasn’t it?”

David stood there, excited, not knowing what to say, just nodding intensely.

Chloe also came down at this moment, standing next to Ma’el, smiling at this sweaty hero.

Ma’el then opened his arms to her, asking, ”Celebrating today?”

”Hmm.... um.” Chloe walked over to embrace him, pointing to her jersey, indicating it as her confidence.

She had a slightly proud look, still resembling a little girl sometimes.

”Haha....” Ma’el chuckled twice, patted her back, while searching for the other two fans.

Chloe stepped aside, exchanging a glance with David, seeing the honor in each other’s eyes.

She lowered her head, her hands twirling together, unable to describe her current mood.

The elderly man in a wheelchair and the little boy soon came down, one being carried, the other being held, extending their arms to Ma’el from afar.

Ma’el took off his jersey, borrowed a pen from a fan beside him, signed it, and gave it to the elderly man in the wheelchair, ”A special gift, thank you for your support.”

”Good, good, good.” The elderly man in the wheelchair took the gift, held it tightly, and kissed it, almost in tears.

Despite his age, in this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of honor in his life.

The young hero of the team remembered them, sought them out after the match... and gifted the signed jersey after an embrace!

This friendship was sincere and fervent, a rare and precious experience few fans could enjoy.

He had to frame the jersey nicely and put it in the most prominent place at home!

Even, just stick it on the back of his wheelchair, letting it accompany him forever.

”Child.”

Ma’el then moved to the side of the little boy, took the child from his parents’ hands, and asked, ”Do you want my shoes or the jersey?”

”Shoes!”

The little boy replied without hesitation, raising his hand in one direction, ”I want a pair of shoes, so I can try the feeling of playing soccer when I grow up.”

His parents laughed, waved to Ma’el, indicating not to mind.

Ma’el shook his head, smiling: ”Alright, then I’ll give you signed shoes, hope you can wear them soon.”

He took off his Puma shoes, signed them, and handed them to the little boy, advising, ”Hold it well, it’s from the brand I represent.”

”Okay!” The little boy took the shoes, cradling them in his arms, unable to see their color but feeling their contour.

Ma’el didn’t stay there long; after returning the little boy, he waved to the four as a group: ”I’ll invite you to watch the game in the box when there’s a chance, bye-bye!”

He also waved to the other Arsenal fans to thank them: ”Thank you for your support, bye!”

After speaking, he turned and left, heading towards the player tunnel.

”Ma... el! Ma... el!”

The familiar melody erupted from the stands, becoming more intense, and finally turning into a chorus of thousands of people, ”Da-da-da-da! I have a friend, he races a Bugatti on the sidelines, dances a swan dance on the defense line!”

They sang more and more passionately, eventually wrapping arms around each other and jumping along with the rhythm.

It was a magnificent scene; all the fans sang the Song of Ma’el together, praising the young star for today’s top performance.

David, who rarely participated in such activities, today yet overcame a psychological barrier, unexpectedly opened his arms, joining the crowd, jumping enthusiastically.

The little boy’s parents also embraced each other, holding their child in the middle in their hands, making him sway in the air.

The elderly man in the wheelchair watched them with some envy; he really couldn’t join such a celebration.

However, a few young Arsenal lads came over, refusing to leave him out... After Ma’el’s visit, the four had become the main characters here.

”What’s wrong with your legs?” an Arsenal fan asked, looking ’mischievously’ at him.

”Neck injury, no sensation.” The elderly man in the wheelchair explained, not realizing the seriousness of the question, ”But nothing else, can’t feel even boiling water.”

”Untouchable?” An Arsenal fan smiled, recalling a recently released movie featuring a wealthy French man with the same issue, though more severe.

The elderly man didn’t know the movie, shaking his head in incomprehension.

Yet, the fans understood, and several young, strong guys lifted the wheelchair directly.

”Oh!” The elderly man exclaimed, instinctively fearing he would fall to the ground, but it was fine; someone swiftly supported him ensuring his safety.

”Da-da-da-da.....!” As the next wave of melody started, the lads began swaying the wheelchair along with the rhythm, not as fast as the others’ jumping, but still giving the elderly man a sense of participation.

”Hey! Ah....!” Initially surprised, the elderly man eventually adapted, smiling and enjoying the long-lost feeling, ”He’s on the sideline.....”

He started singing along, becoming more and more excited, more and more involved, his eyes and nose turning red quickly.

”Hm... Ah....” Chloe stood by, her face no longer worried or concealed, she instead openly smiled during this celebration, clapping along with the rhythm.

”Come here!”

”Come on....!”

”Girl!”

A few fans quickly invited her to join the wave celebration.

Chloe stopped clapping, looking at them curiously yet hesitantly—this was the opportunity she once longed for but never could attain.

”Come on!”

Soon, someone came up to take her hand, pulling her into the celebration lineup.

It was a brand-new experience again; Chloe felt two arms wrapping around her shoulders, and the people beside her smiled at her, raising their eyebrows and nodding, inviting her to jump along.

”Dum dum dum.....” She no longer worried, jumped madly, sharing the joy of match victory with everyone, ”Ah.....!”

She smiled blissfully, feeling nothing could be better than this.

On the field, Ma’el walked several steps forward, couldn’t resist turning back, seeing the scene he hoped to witness.

Chloe and David integrated into the celebrating crowd, no different from anyone else, achieving what they desired.

The elderly man in the wheelchair was lifted by a few lads, going wild... that little boy kept waving his shoes, seemingly unable to part with them.

”Go on.”

Ma’el sighed, speaking to himself as much as to the four people.

The feeling of fame was quite nice in all aspects... To those fans who liked you, sometimes just a little effort from you could change them a lot, even impacting their entire life.

This feeling was intriguing, making one crave greater success, and cherish their feathers more.

His feathers now were not just his body, but those fans who liked him, those fans who had him as their support.

Ma’el turned around and continued walking forward, undoubtedly, he too was inspired today, gaining new motivation.

He loved soccer.