From Arsenal to the Ball God

”.....” These words left Javi in silence for a moment. He finally said, ”That’s the club’s decision, it has nothing to do with us. Besides, nothing is set in stone yet.”

”Enough!”

Fabregas swung his right arm, sneering, ”Javi, you guys have no sense of humanity, absolutely none! Including Iniesta and Busquets, and Pique, Pedro too!

”Stop with the high-sounding words. Ma’el’s almost equalizing and finally killing us certainly made you all lose reason, didn’t it?

”If the club asked you to make a statement to the media now, you’d absolutely express your interest in Ma’el, no matter the cost, even if it means condemning me to hell!”

”Bang!” Javi’s emotions also burst. His right fist swung fiercely toward Fabregas, heavily hitting him near the chest.

”Enough!!” Casillas rushed over immediately to haul him away, others quickly followed to hold the stunned Xiaofa back, preventing a dressing room brawl.

Amidst everyone pulling them apart, Javi’s eyes also welled up from extremely complicated emotions. Pointing at Fabregas, he yelled, ”What right do you have to criticize us? How long have you been at Barça? How long have we been here!

”Who are you trying to provoke with your smashing and cursing! Is it the team’s fault for not using you, or us for being failures, not winning you a league title, not winning the European Cup with you?!

”I tell you, Fabregas, with your attitude, you are doomed to fail anywhere you go!”

Fabregas completely lost control, rushing forward to attack Javi, but he was constantly held back. He could only spew words: ”Yes, I’m a failure, and you all are a bunch of failures too!

”A group of failures together will end up unable to beat an 18-year-old kid!

”Don’t think you can rest on your laurels just because you’ve achieved something. If Ma’el can put me in such a position, he might one day make your achievements look insignificant!

”Keep laughing, let’s see how many more days you can keep it up!”

Fabregas broke free from the restraint, perhaps his words hurt those pulling him, and they willingly let him go.

He tidied his sleeve, ”I announce my permanent withdrawal from the Spain national team! And I’m leaving Barcelona! I’ll return to the Premier League, walk the path I must walk!”

”No one cares.”

Javi continued with sarcasm, also breaking free. As he spoke, he waved his hand and walked out, ”Since the truth is out, let me tell you, you can join Barça for the title, and others can invite Ma’el for the title.

”Oh, by the way, we have the Champions League championship, and also the miracle of the annual six crowns.

”If Ma’el doesn’t come to a Spanish team, he will never achieve these, stop daydreaming, he only defeated you.”

Fabregas stared gloomily at his back, his hatred for Javi and the Barça players surpassed that for Ma’el.

If he could make two wishes now, the first would be to let Ma’el ruthlessly snatch the Champions League from Barça and break their record of six annual crowns, giving a hard slap to these people’s faces.

The second would be for Ma’el to drop dead immediately after achieving all this.

The argument stopped, but the dressing room was left in disarray, everyone’s mood worsened, nothing felt more terrible than that moment.

Barça players subsequently walked out of the dressing room together, even Pique, who usually had a good relationship with Xiaofa, gave him one last look before leaving, not turning back.

After calming down, Fabregas closed his eyes.

When it’s all said and done, there’s only one reason for this pain... He regretted it, regretting leaving Arsenal, leaving Wenger.

But since he’s come this far, he can only go in deeper now.

He seeks revenge, to join this year’s Champions League winner Chelsea, to compete for the Premier League title, the Champions League title, and simultaneously crush Ma’el and Barça!

...

”Endless Summer.....!”

On the field, France team players had already reunited with their families. Little families were holding hands and singing this European Cup theme song, with many joyfully dancing.

”Endless Summer.....!!”

The world seemed filled with one color, representing joy and honor—golden yellow.

Even raindrops falling from the sky tasted sweet, washing away the warriors’ fatigue after victory, allowing them to celebrate with loved ones in better spirits.

Ma’el first met up with his uncle’s family, taking photos with Eva and others in front of the trophy, occasionally glancing toward the player tunnel, anticipating Isabella’s arrival.

Soon after, Isabella appeared on the field, both hands behind her back, smiling sweetly as she walked briskly.

Today she wore a golden tight dress that fully presented her slender figure. Her lower half was wrapped in a black slit skirt with black high heels, allowing occasional glimpses of her graceful legs as she walked.

”Wow.....!” Some of the French fans in the stands clapped with smiles, they seemed to know Isabella and saw what she was holding behind her back.

Ma’el guessed she prepared something, standing still as he awaited her.

Isabella approached him step by step, unable to hold back congratulating him as she drew near, ”Champions.....! Congratulations, my boy! You’re a European champion now!”

”Haha.....” Ma’el spread his arms, wanting to hug her, seeing she wasn’t in a hurry, just delightfully bringing her hands forward to reveal something.