CIATB Chapter 481 What You Want
Chapter 481 What You Want
Chapter 481 What You Want
The UEFA Champions League trophy is placed at the front of the stadium for a large number of fans to watch.
At this moment, every Arsenal fan was looking at the trophy with obsessive eyes.
This is countless days and nights, the farewell they longed for.
This is an achievement that countless generations have wanted to accomplish.
And now, they brought the Champions League trophy to the Emirates Stadium.
Nothing is more exciting than this.
For all Arsenal fans, the summer of 2015 was an exciting, dreamlike season.
Because they won the Champions League trophy.
With all eyes on, Wenger picked up the microphone.
This white-haired old man no longer had the vigorous face of the past, but at this moment, his eyes were shining, his waist was straight, and he felt full of strength.
"In 1996, I came to Arsenal!"
Wenger spoke slowly into the microphone.
At this moment, the entire Emirates Stadium became quiet.
"At that time, I never imagined that we would be searching for this trophy for 19 years."
"But it turned out well and we finally got it!"
"Ask me about my mood at this time, joy, excitement and emotion."
"We had a lot of good players, but I didn't lift the trophy with them, I feel like, it's my responsibility, I didn't take every team, they were so good."
After a pause, Wenger turned around and pointed to a kind of Arsenal player behind him: "But they did it, and I did it too. I think this moment should give young people more time to talk, instead of listening to me, an old guy, remembering past!"
Hearing this, the Arsenal fans at the scene gave out good-natured smiles.
Wenger also chuckled for a moment, then turned around and walked to the player and handed the microphone to the player.
Starting with Suarez, everyone started talking about how they felt at the moment.
Wilshere cried even more. This guy is absolutely loyal to Arsenal, and he is extremely proud of winning this trophy for Arsenal.
The microphone went round and round in the hands of one player until finally it came into Lucky's hands.
As soon as Le Kai took the microphone, there were loud cheers at the scene.
Every Arsenal fan has started clamoring.
They love this young captain so much.
The captain who gave them pride and honor.
Although Lucky is only 22 years old, he has accomplished what others have failed to accomplish in their entire careers.
How could they not like this kind of captain.
Lucky also smiled and waved towards the stands. He didn't interrupt or urge the fans to stop cheering, but simply enjoyed the moment.
In the past, this was something Lucky had never imagined.
Who would have thought that one day he would get such a degree of cheers at the home of the giants Arsenal.
Moreover, he can also become the captain of Arsenal. At this moment, Le Kai is also extremely proud.
The cheers gradually subsided, Le Kai coughed into the microphone, and everyone on the scene looked at Le Kai.
"It is a great achievement and honor for me to help Arsenal win the Champions League. I would like to thank many people here, the professor, Patrice, Martin Hughes, and my captain Verma Ren, even though he is no longer at Arsenal, he deserves it."
There was a burst of intense applause at the scene.
Arsenal fans are very satisfied and very happy with Lucky's statement, which means that their captain is not a guy who takes care of everything.
"Actually, when I first took over the captain's armband, I was very anxious." Lucky grinned; "Guys, I'm only 22 years old, and you are going to make me the captain. I don't know what to do, but luckily, Our team is very good, they also support me, here I want to thank every teammate."
After speaking, Le Kai turned around and waved to his teammates.
The teammates behind him were also booing loudly.
Lucky smiled and turned around and said: "I said before that we would rather get together for the championship. Our goal has always been the championship. The Champions League championship surprised me but not so surprised!"
"We thought about winning the Champions League, and we also felt that Arsenal had the ability, but we got it a little too early!"
After speaking, Lucy shrugged.
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The fans at the scene burst into laughter. This is the beginning of Versailles?
The others couldn't help but laugh.
After laughing, Le Kai took a deep breath, walked towards the trophy, put one hand on the trophy, stared at the stands in front of him and said:
"You want titles! We got the FA Cup!"
"You want the league! We won the Premier League!"
"You want to make history!"
Lucky shouted violently; "So, we are the kings of Europe!"
"Come on!!!"
"Guys, be proud of me from now on and tell those little sluts that we are rich and Arsenal are rich! We are champions and we will always be champions!"
Le Kai slammed his fist into the air and said loudly: "Forward!!!——"
The Arsenal fans were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.
They're going to answer their captain!
They want to give back to him with the loudest voice!
They clenched their fists tightly and roared towards the court suddenly.
"Arsenal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The roar of 10 people exploded like thunder on the ground.
The entire stands were already boiling, and Arsenal fans pumped their fists excitedly in the direction of the stadium.
They are so excited.
At this moment, Arsenal fans are full of pride.
Le Kai also laughed, and immediately continued to punch forward.
"go ahead!!!"
"Arsenal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"who are we?"
"Arsenal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Who is the champion?"
"Arsenal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"we are"
Lucky pointed to the stands with both hands, and the adrenaline of each Arsenal fan was crazily secreted. They roared excitedly and shouted with all their strength:
"KING OF EUROPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The Arsenal players behind watched this scene dumbfounded.
They swear that no Arsenal player has ever won such admiration from the fans.
At this moment, Arsenal fans no longer love Lucky.
They are even willing to do anything for Lucky.
This emotion has transcended liking.
Wenger looked at the boiling Emirates Stadium with a smile in his eyes.
"I thought it was a wrong decision for us to move to the Emirates Stadium!" Wenger shrugged: "We have no championship since we came here!"
Patrice also smiled; "At the time, I thought so too."
Wenger looked at Patrice in astonishment and said, "You never said that!"
"Hey!" Patrice said with a smile; "This is your proposal, our situation is already difficult enough, do I still want to provoke you?"
After a pause, Patrice looked forward, looked at Le Kai's back, with a soft look in his eyes, and said, "And it's healed now, isn't it?"
Wenger was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "Yes! Everything is fine! This is enough to make me feel at ease."
Patrice suddenly turned to Wenger and said, "Your body?"
"Early symptoms of Alzheimer's disease!" Wenger sighed; "Although I really don't want to admit it, the characteristics of the disease are consistent. This holiday, I will go to a nursing home to rest for a while."
Patrice nodded solemnly and said, "Did you get sick again this season?"
"Yes! In the middle of the season, I was watching the game video, and I saw that the guy on the sidelines who was directing the game was very strange."
Wenger said bitterly; "I didn't even recognize myself."
Patrice was silent.
Wenger has experienced this symptom before.
"How many times has it appeared in total this season?"
"Many times." Wenger shook his head; "I can't remember, I have already started to take medicine."
"Are you crazy?" Patrice asked in surprise; "Once you start taking that medicine, you can't stop, and you will become dependent."
"But there is no better way." Wenger shook his head and said, "I have to make sure to meet every game in the best condition."
Patrice asked, "Is there any possibility of recovery?"
"Have you heard that this disease can be cured?"
"so?"
"Let's take a look." Wenger sighed, looked at Patrice and said, "What about you?"
Patrice looked down at his chest, grinned and said, "I can hold on, if you suddenly fall ill, at least someone can wipe your ass for you!"
Wenger shook his head and sighed: "So, we are all old!"
Patrice nodded and smiled wryly, "Yes! I can't even run."
Snapped!
A cake was pasted directly on Patrice's face.
Patrice's body was visibly trembling, and he wiped the cake off his face, and rushed out with bared teeth and claws.
"Little brat! Stop for me!!"
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