First Premier League Man of the Match! Season Goals! Abramovich and Ferguson's Shock!

"Pa pa pa!"

After the match, bathed in the Arsenal fans' delighted gazes and applause, Maël received the match ball from the referee, a memento of the game.

His fourth personal memento ball, and his first Premier League memento ball! Perhaps it wasn't much, not as beautiful as various exquisitely crafted trophies, but it represented Maël's footprints in his career, representing his transformation from an EFL Championship star to a Premier League star.

He hadn't expected before the game that he would score three goals in his first Premier League match and receive this honor!

"Please come with me."

A staff member came to his side, forcing a rather ugly smile, and led him towards the player tunnel, "There's a post-match interview over there."

Maël followed him, guessing from the person's expression that he was probably a Newcastle fan.

It's not easy to do any job. Losing zero to five, and still having to lead an opposing player who repeatedly made 'shut up' gestures to the interview area, and with a high probability of receiving the Man of the Match award.

"Congratulations."

Arriving behind a row of billboards, the staff member stopped, gave a fake smile that looked more like crying, and offered his congratulations.

Maël was a little embarrassed, nodded to him, and walked to the front of the billboards, quickly seeing the media reporters' cameras and microphones set up in front of him, as well as an award presenter who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

He saw the Man of the Match trophy in the other person's hand, similar to the Premier League Monthly Best, a cylindrical shape, but with different words on it.

At the top was the Premier League's lion head logo, in the middle was the EA logo, and below it was written - Player of the Match!

Not very attractive.

But who cares? Maël subconsciously smiled and reached out, wanting to take the trophy in his hand and play with it.

His practiced manner stunned the award presenter, who had been preparing to tease Maël and make a few jokes.

But thinking that Maël might have been a regular winner of Man of the Match and Monthly Best awards in the EFL Championship, the award presenter was relieved and handed the trophy to Maël, "Congratulations, your first Premier League Man of the Match!"

"Thank you."

Maël said politely as he took the trophy, finding that he could just hold it in one hand. He looked up at the media reporters, posing for many photos.

"Sky Sports reporter, completing a hat-trick in your first Premier League start for Arsenal and receiving the Player of the Match... truly an unexpected debut. What would you like to say?"

A fair-skinned, sweet-looking redhead girl held up a microphone and asked with a smile, revealing a set of braces on her teeth.

"Just the beginning."

Maël set the tone first, then thought for a moment and smiled, "It's a very wonderful feeling, addictive. I achieved the goal I set for myself in the game, and I also met everyone's expectations."

"I hope to continue this hot streak and score 10 goals as soon as possible. After all, if you're addicted, you have to satisfy it, haha."

"At this rate, wouldn't it be about three games?" A male reporter from a small publication joked.

"Hahaha!" A burst of laughter rang out. Interviews when receiving honors rarely involve unpleasant things, mostly starting and ending with laughter.

Maël laughed along with everyone. A hat-trick in consecutive games would be too difficult. He didn't dare to think about it yet, at least until he had several skills at lv5 before daring to try.

But since everyone was joking, he raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement with the person's words, "Yes, at this rate, I might score over a hundred goals this season."

Another burst of laughter erupted. The redhead girl who asked the first question continued, "You scored 40 goals in the EFL Championship last season. What's your goal for this season in the Premier League?"

"I don't know."

Maël shook his head, not because he didn't have a goal, but because he didn't want to think that far ahead.

He was constantly improving, his personal abilities changing day by day. What he thought now was definitely different from what he would think later.

"For me, the most important thing right now is to score 10 goals first."

"Alright." The redhead girl smiled slightly, not very disappointed, and tentatively asked, "I wonder if I would be fortunate enough to represent Sky Sports and do an exclusive interview with you when you score 10 goals."

"Of course." Maël nodded in agreement, why not do something that would increase his influence.

He remembered the reporter's appearance, which was actually quite easy to remember. Her appearance was very distinctive among sweet-looking European and American girls. He hadn't encountered anyone similar before.

"What did you say to Mr. Wenger when you scored the third goal?"

"A secret, I'll tell you when it's done."

"."

"In your personal opinion, what's the difference between the Premier League and the EFL Championship?"

"First is the fan atmosphere. You can feel a lot of pressure playing away games in the Premier League. The stadiums here are huge, the cheering and all kinds of sounds are overwhelming, giving you a very strong sense of impact."

"Second is the pace of the game. It's faster than I imagined, requiring you to maintain 100% focus at all times."

"..."

"Aside from your former teammates, how do you get along with the Arsenal players?"

"Very well. There are very few disharmonious things happening within the team. Most people are very pure, working together for the benefit of the team."

"What about including your former teammates?"

"..."

"..."

"Bye-bye, thank you all! This is the happiest day since returning to Arsenal!"

Maël finally raised the trophy, showed it off, and then exited the interview area with a smile, returning to the locker room to join his teammates in a new round of celebrations.

"Maël! Maël!"

Inside the locker room, the dance troupe led by Sagna had been waiting for Maël for a long time. Seeing him come in, they swung their arms up and down, jumping into a cheerful dance.

"I need to make a correction."

Sagna, with his hands on Maël's shoulders, danced and laughed, "Ta-da! I have a friend who drives a Bugatti on the sidelines and dances Swan Lake on the defensive line!"

"Why a Bugatti?"

Maël still remembered his name song and noticed the change, asking with a smile.

"Because you're French too."

Sagna didn't stop his movements, explaining, "French people should drive French supercars, and Bugatti is obviously more rhyming.

"Come on! Dance together! Give me a season, and I'll spread it throughout the entire Arsenal fan base!"

Sagna grabbed Maël's hand, leading Maël into the magical hip-shaking dance, occasionally twisting his shoulders and shaking his head, extremely joyful.

Maël's heart initially resisted, but after feeling the cheerful atmosphere in the locker room at this moment, he gradually immersed himself in it, happily joining the large dance troupe.

"OleOleOle!!"

This is the football culture here. For over a hundred years, people have been accustomed to dancing and celebrating with their comrades after winning a game. It is an indispensable part of their football world.

"Five to zero!"

"Magician Maël!"

"3 points! 3 points!"

"Wenger! Wenger!"

"We are the Kings of North London!"

"..."

They fully enjoyed the joy of winning, shouting wildly. For the next week, they would maintain this mood.

Wenger soon walked in from the door, a smile on his face. Seeing the atmosphere in the locker room, he happily clapped his hands.

"Mr. Wenger!"

"Come on, join us."

"Come on!"

Some players invited Mr. Wenger to join the dance troupe. Sagna and Alexandre Song and others rushed over to drag Wenger, their personalities being like that.

"If I were 30 years younger... no, 20 years younger, I would dance with you all."

Wenger retreated, waving his hands frantically, declining, but he was still dragged into the dance troupe step by step, "Now I'm old, a pile of old bones, ah, no!!"

Maël pushed the Professor, placing him in the center of the celebration, and the players danced around him.

Wenger also slowly immersed himself in this atmosphere, but he still didn't dance, just clapping and tapping his feet with a big smile... mainly because he was very tall and thin, and after his bones hardened, it was difficult to make coordinated movements.

"Alright then."

Looking at the players' eager gazes, he rubbed his hair and promised, "I won't dance this time, but I'll take some time to learn a dance that suits me.

"If everyone does well this season, I'll dance with you all, or even dance solo."

"Yes!!"

"Maël~ Maël~!"

"No take-backs!"

"What counts as doing well?"

The players shouted excitedly, very interested in what Wenger said. Just imagine, such a charismatic old man performing a celebratory dance for you... that would be a rare sight.

Wenger raised an eyebrow and smiled when he heard someone ask about specific performance indicators. "Looks like I can't avoid it. How about a championship trophy?"

"No problem!"

"It's a deal!"

"Yeah!"

The Arsenal players naturally knew that Mr. Wenger was setting a goal for the season, motivating them in his own way.

But this wasn't contrary to their own aspirations; it should be a common goal for everyone, just needing a moment to unite and set it.

Now, that moment of unity had arrived.

The players gladly accepted, eagerly anticipating that at the end of the season, they could enjoy the glory of a championship while watching a renowned top coach perform a joyful dance.

That would be a wonderful day.

Maël naturally yearned for it as well, and he asked loudly, "If we win two championship trophies, how about dancing two dances?"

His words stunned everyone in the locker room, followed by laughter that was both surprised by Maël's ambition and filled with anticipation: "Haha...!"

"Of course."

Amidst the joyful chaos, Wenger nodded radiantly, pointing at Maël and saying, "I'll learn two dances!"

...

At night, the Arsenal bus slowly drove into North London, heading towards Colney Base.

Maël woke up from his sleep, feeling the fatigue in his body. His thighs were slightly sore... the exertion from the game just now was quite significant.

I guess once my Stamina reaches lv4, running a game like that won't leave my body feeling so tired.

He began to look forward to upgrading his Stamina, a skill he had recently added to his physical training.

Taking out his phone, he habitually opened social media apps like Facebook, and began checking the increase in social media followers after the game, which could well reflect the first impression he made on Arsenal fans.

"Facebook has 3,468,200, Twitter actually surpassed it with 3,522,300, and Instagram has 1,092,100."

He thought about his previous follower counts and found that they had all increased nicely, the first two by 400,000-500,000, and the last one, limited by the platform's traffic, by only around 50,000-60,000.

A look of joy rose in Maël's expression. These increases had occurred in just a few hours after the game.

It seemed that with the popularity of this 'Hat-trick', the first two were very likely to break 4 million followers, and 4.5 million wasn't impossible.

Another step closer to a million-dollar ad quote per post! He also browsed the media's reports about him. Everyone was curious about these things, and he would always browse them whenever he performed well.

"Arsenal's New Beacon? 18-Year-Old Maël Scores Hat-trick in Debut, Stunning the Audience and Helping the Team Win 5-0 Against Newcastle United!" - Daily Mirror

"A Massacre Erupts in the First Round of the Premier League! Arsenal Defeats Newcastle United 5-0 Away, Maël, Who Ended His EFL Championship Loan Period at the Beginning of the Season, Scores 3 Goals, Ushering in a Perfect Debut!" - BBC Premier League Column

"EFL Championship Demon Lands at St James' Park! Scores 3 Goals! 2 Key Passes! 7 Successful Dribbles! Draws 1 Yellow Card! Rated 9.5 After the Match!" - EP Data Network

"This wasn't a fair game. We played well, the team firmly controlled the game, and had a chance to tie or overtake the score, but that red card affected the game's momentum." - Alan Pardew's post-match press conference remarks

"Alan Pardew is a very abstract coach, he is good at reversing the game with a force, but mostly at the press conference. Arsenal's performance is obvious to all, Maël let me see the hope of this team." - Tony Adams's social media post "."

Maël read a bit of everything, sometimes feeling secretly pleased, and sometimes revealing a mocking smile.

The internet was a great thing, allowing him to see feedback after the game from multiple perspectives, which was very interesting.

He also looked at the comments below these reports, paying particular attention to fans whose avatars clearly had Arsenal and Sheffield United logos.

"Star of Hope!"

"He's Arsenal's beacon of hope!"

"The magic lamp!"

"Right foot, left foot, header! He's got it all! A perfect hat-trick, he's the most outstanding Arsenal player in his debut!"

"I'm a Sheffield Person, I watched many of his games live last season, and I know his abilities, but to be honest, I didn't expect the player to perform at this level in this game."

"Sheffield United was beaten four to one by Bolton Wanderers. I wish Maël was still here, he could have scored three goals for us to tie the game."

"You know what? I fell in love with him in just one game! It took me half a season to fall in love with Henry back then!"

"We must protect him well, Arsenal's future rests on his shoulders!"

"..."

Closing his phone, Maël's face was full of satisfaction. Nothing could be better than this – the current team's fans liking you, and the former team's fans missing you.

He was caught in the middle, feeling warmth from both sides, making him feel that the past season was worth remembering, and this season was worth looking forward to.

At this moment, the bus drove onto a small road near the Colney Training Base.

Maël quickly noticed something was wrong. This should be a sparsely populated road, but today it was full of vehicles.

"Beep beep! Beep beep!"

The car horns sounded alternately, and dozens of cars on the side of the street turned on their headlights one after another, illuminating the road brightly. Many people ran out of their cars to the side of the road, waving at them.

"Fans?"

"They're here to welcome us?"

"A rare sight!"

"It only happened once last season."

A burst of noise erupted in the bus, and the players exclaimed in surprise. They pulled open the curtains and looked out the window.

Some people even opened the car window and poked their heads out with curiosity, wanting to hear what the fans would say to them at this time.

"Maël! Keep it up!"

"Perfect performance!"

"We've fallen in love with you!"

"You must stay at Arsenal and lead us out of the muddy road!"

"You will be our new beacon of hope!"

"Keep it up! You bring us hope!"

The fans waved frantically at the bus. Obviously, they had watched the game broadcast in London and came here specifically to wait and express their feelings to the new player Maël, letting him feel the love of the Arsenal fans.

"Tch! Tch!"

Sagna pulled the car window up, and also pulled up the curtains, with a sour look on his face, "They're all here for Maël."

Alexandre Song was also very envious, leaning his head back and saying, "It's only been one game, and it's still faster for you attacking players to gain the love of the fans. We who are further back lack people with discerning eyes."

Van Persie didn't speak, but he also glanced at Maël. He must have been shocked by the speed at which Maël gained the fans' support.

"It's normal."

Gervinho, also as a new player, actually understood this scene quite well, "Maël came with huge expectations, everyone is staring at him.

"Plus, he played so well in the first game, the impact on the fans is very strong, it's easy to conquer them."

In the back row, Maël didn't speak, but the expression on his face was wonderful. This feeling of being admired was very good.

He would cherish these things... It must be clear that without the support of the fans, football players are nothing.

This was just his first step, he wanted to gradually conquer the entire Arsenal fan base, the entire London.

The bus gradually quieted down, the players looked at the car lights outside the window, envious and complex.

In the front row, Philip turned his head to the left, wanting to see Mr. Wenger's reaction.

But he found that Wenger was closing his eyes for a nap, with a shallow smile on his lips, and rays of light flashed over his head, each ray seemed to be extremely enjoyable for the old man.

"He should be full of hope." Philip had this thought in his mind, smiling and turning his head away, not wanting to disturb him.

...

At the same time, at the Britannia Stadium, the match between Stoke City and Chelsea had just ended.

The then-team manager, Boas, walked from the player tunnel to the elevator entrance, taking the elevator to the stadium's box seats, his face not looking too good.

As a young coach known as 'Little Mourinho', he miraculously led the Portuguese team Porto to win the treble last year, and his reputation resounded throughout the world for a time.

At the beginning of the season, he was hired by Abramovich with a high salary to come to Chelsea to replace Ancelotti.

He came with arrogance, but he felt the difficulty of the Premier League in the first game. They were forced to a draw by the Premier League weak team Stoke City at their away game.

He could already imagine the disappointment and anger on Abramovich's face. He didn't want to face those things, he was afraid of a conflict with the other party.

"You're here."

Pushing open the door and walking into a box, Boas saw the man sitting on the sofa drinking foreign wine with a calm expression, raising his hand to signal him to sit next to him first.

"Maël."

Abramovich crossed his legs and went straight to the point: "You know about him, right?"

"I've heard of him."

Boas walked to the sofa and sat down. He didn't expect Abramovich to not mention the game, so he put down his hanging heart and said, "Some people say he is the most anticipated player in the Premier League this season."

"He is indeed." Abramovich put down his legs and leaned his head forward to Boas, "And he has also lived up to expectations."

Boas's eyes moved, he already thought that Maël might have performed well in the first round today.

"Hat-trick."

Abramovich's voice gradually became fanatical, he was extremely eager, "In the away game against Newcastle, he scored a goal with his right foot, left foot, and header respectively, completing a hat-trick!

"Boas, I think we have to find a way to get him, he is very likely to be the one to replace Drogba."

There was some tremor in Boas's expression. He knew that Maël should only be around 18 years old. A young player like that, a hat-trick in his debut, is indeed very amazing.

"You tried before, but Arsenal refused, right?"

Boas is a very smart person, he knows that Abramovich should not have just met this young talent, "If that's the case, I don't think I can do anything, Mr. Ancelotti is more persuasive than me."

Abramovich was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Let's try the final offer, this time, I want to make a big one."

...

The Hawthorns, the match between West Brom and Manchester United also ended here, Manchester United won by a narrow 2-1 victory.

Ferguson walked into the player tunnel, greeted a few familiar opposing working players, and prepared to walk towards the parking lot.

"Sir."

An assistant coach ran up, holding his mobile phone with a shocked expression and said: "Although we may not be able to get him, I must tell you that Maël completed a hat-trick in his Premier League debut."

Ferguson suddenly stopped in place, and turned his head to look at him in astonishment.

After confirming that the other party was not joking, he opened his mouth slightly, and some blush appeared on his face, which is a characteristic of Scottish coaches when their emotions fluctuate greatly.

"Right foot, left foot, header."

The assistant coach grinned and shook his head. The coaches still value these three points, which represents Maël's comprehensiveness, "All used, this is a perfect hat-trick."

Ferguson swallowed, and walked forward slowly, "Wenger said that missing Ronaldo is the most regrettable thing in his coaching career so far.

"I may also have to say that not keeping him at Manchester United when there was still a possibility of buying him is also one of the three most regrettable things in my coaching career."

He suddenly stopped again, and a few traces of mischievousness rose on his face when he thought of Wenger: "Why don't we make another offer? Although it may not be as much as Chelsea's last offer, it's also interesting to tease our old rival."

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