From Arsenal to the Ball God

”Ouf.....!”

On the coach’s bench, Didier Deschamps’ mouth stretched into a wide smile as he raised his arms high, almost being toppled over by his excited coaching staff.

”Semifinals! Deschamps! Semifinals!” Someone clutched his arm, adding a touch of joy to the scene, ”We’re entering the semifinals with Germany, Portugal, and Spain!”

”It’s unbelievable! I feel like I’m dreaming! Who would’ve thought that after stumbling in several tournaments, we could stand at the pinnacle alongside them this time!”

”Ohhhh.....!” Someone roared and rushed forward, grabbing Deschamps by the waist and lifting him up, making the Basque man’s red face flush even deeper.

Once on the ground, he also seemed eager to vent, turning to face the stands and throwing three punches like a farmer, ”Oh...Oh...Yeah.....!!”

He shouted out all the pressure accumulated during this time, and also expressed his yearning for glory and the ultimate championship!

They didn’t want to return to France after the tournament amidst boos and disappointed faces from fans; instead, they wanted to walk upright, head high through the Triumphal Arch, waving to the cheering fans!

”Ma’el!”

Deschamps looked at Ma’el celebrating in the corner flag area, unable to hide the affection in his eyes.

He didn’t disguise it, openly revealing this demeanor to the broadcast cameras, and exclaimed with high emotion, ”6 goals, he will surely do more, right?!”

”He definitely will!” Someone clenched his fist in delight, ”He has the potential to break the European Cup’s single-tournament goal record and historical total goal record.

”Mr. Platini holds these records with 9 goals in a single tournament, which is also the highest in history.”

”Just 4 goals away.....” Deschamps chuckled, as always, confidently said, ”I believe he can do it, he always exceeds expectations.

”Look at this, others might not score a single miracle ball in their careers, he almost averages one per match.”

Deschamps was already thinking about the upcoming press conference, where he would passionately praise Ma’el to reporters and express his admiration and affection for the player to football fans worldwide.

Ma’el appeared like an angel in his world and brought the anticipated flourishing moment to the France team ahead of time, which originally needed to wait for the golden generation.

In the stands, VIP section.

”Clap, clap, clap.....!”

Wenger and Hollande stood up cheerfully, clapping with a look of pride, Van Persie, Arshavin, and Rosicky laughed as they embraced.

”This goal was truly amazing!”

”An unexpected way to seal the match! He’s Arsenal’s pride!”

”Even though we are out, seeing teammates enter the European Cup semifinals gives us some anticipation, I’m ready to prepare a celebration for Ma’el before next season starts.”

”Haha.....!”

Compared to them, Michel not far off was more eye-catching.

Though he didn’t stand up immediately, once he reacted, he suddenly sprang up, shouting and jumping, ”Dieu! Mondieu....! Est beau.....!”

This startled Hollande and many dignitaries, then they all looked at him with amused expressions, finding his display quite entertaining.

As a serious economic figurehead, Michel is typically very austere, seldom revealing such strong emotions, aside from dancing with his teacher.

”Amazing! Just amazing!”

Michel paid no mind to their gazes, just immersing himself in the passion and joy football brought to him.

After quite some time, he turned around and asked Wenger, ”Mr. Wenger, for a long time I haven’t had time to watch football, only seriously watched a few matches this European Cup.

”Do you think it’s God who granted him this unique football talent, or is it related to himself?”

This is a difficult question to answer, Wenger raised his eyebrows and pondered for a long while before replying, ”I think both. Perhaps he inherently had the potential to reach such heights, but it was his own determination that truly propelled him forward.

”After completing his daily training, he persists in extra practice, putting in 4-6 additional hours day after day, achieving in one year what others achieve in 3-4 years.

”He’s maintained this intensive training for 2 years now, which in terms of sheer effort, has given him the accumulation of 6-8 years between the ages of 17-19.”

Watching Michel nodding, he grew increasingly animated, as if showing off his prized possession to others, ”This is the fundamental reason for his rapid progress, the primary driving force.

”He possesses tremendous energy and a physique like a monster....

”Though initially perhaps not as such, his continuous efforts and optimizations eventually made him near perfect.”

Michel continued nodding and after listening, expressed astonishment and furrowed his brow to suggest a notion, ”Can I interpret this as he’s a rare genius whose efforts allowed him to realize his talents before turning 19.

”Realizing talents might not be entirely appropriate... I mean, can we think of him at 19 as an accomplished genius at around 26-27 years old.

”Just like Portugal’s Ronaldo, Argentina’s Messi, he’s already comparable to these peak performers.”

After hearing this, Wenger also furrowed his brow with a smile, recognizing the inadequacy of the notion but unsure how to express it, could only say, ”You can say that, he’s indeed mature and reached significant heights.”

”What about the future?”

Michel asked the question he most wanted to know, ”Is he just set in this way? It’s not belittling a player, it’s just that we just discussed the player now resembles a fully realized talent, like prematurely reaching his peak.”