"Folala!!"
The entire French Team gathered again around their most beloved young captain, even the substitutes warming up on the sidelines ran over. They formed a circle, laughing and celebrating their lead.
"We're coming to the Quarter-Finals!"
"We're through as group winners!"
"Come on!!"
Everyone shouted and screamed, reaching out to rub Maël's head, an instinctive reaction in this kind of mood.
"How many goals is that?!"
Sagna looked at Cabaye, number 6, beside him. Cabaye was a data enthusiast and had recently mentioned Maël's goal count.
"The 10th!" Cabaye said, laughing as he ruffled Maël's hair. He turned and said, "He's broken 10! Today is definitely an important day for him, and hopefully for us too!"
Sagna was genuinely happy for his friend. He nodded and laughed, "It definitely is! We will win! Just like last game!"
The players then lined up and started dancing, some leading and others imitating. They sang the new Maël's Song with smiles on their faces, "Handsome young man, miraculous feet!"
They hoped this song would bring them good luck and help them achieve victory! Maël closed his eyes, listening to his song and the cheers of the fans, feeling that even the air of the European Cup stadium smelled sweeter. Everything was to his liking.
Of course it was. When he could perform beyond his own and everyone else's expectations in the arena he had longed for, carrying every game!
He would naturally fall deeply in love with this place, immersed in its beauty! Looking back on more than two years of hard training, painstakingly grinding out a dozen or so lv4 skills, and finally grinding out his first lv5 skill, all of which were now blossoming in this major tournament, he felt incredibly satisfied.
Perhaps this was the moment he had been waiting for, the reason and motivation for him to grit his teeth and endure the loneliness and solitude! Every drop of sweat shed, every time he regained control of his body when inertia gradually took over his brain, the perseverance to continue training through gritted teeth, and the helplessness of sacrificing countless social interactions and daily pleasures, were finally being fully repaid to him on the football field!
This was his choice, and he would continue to move forward firmly in the future, training more lv5 skills and possessing even more terrifying dominance on the field.
Until he reached the end he had envisioned—grinding his way to become a Football God! Not far behind the French Team players, the host Ukrainian Team players had not yet reacted. They stood there, occasionally glancing at the goal, and then at the celebrating team.
Clearly, they needed more time to digest the shock and disappointment of conceding such a World Wave to their opponents.
"Bang!"
"Clap clap clap!"
Shevchenko ran back from the frontcourt, silently picking up the football from inside the goal and kicking it towards the midfield, then clapping his hands to try to wake them up.
This made the others realize what they should be doing at their home ground at this moment.
The Ukrainian Team players hurried to the vicinity of the center circle, adjusting their mentality to wait for the restart.
But despite Shevchenko showing the demeanor of a captain at this moment, the sadness on his face emerged after he turned around, and his occasional glances at Maël were even more dazed.
To put it nicely, it was a lamentation of the unfairness of luck and fate when he saw a young man with even better talent and ability than he had possessed in his youth.
Why could the other party be so happy, and seem to never encounter any setbacks or regrets, never feel powerless, and be able to continue this happiness?
From winning the championship in the second-tier league to joining Arsenal, ending his first season at Arsenal with a double crown, and now dominating and commanding the French Team.
This young player was progressing too smoothly. It seemed that from the moment he was born, fate had not laid any major setbacks for him, destined to make him the envy of all players.
He always managed to encounter good opportunities, always met a group of excellent teammates and coaches who liked him, and was able to win many honors at a very young age.
To put it bluntly, Shevchenko was not convinced. As a former genius and the 2004 Ballon d'Or Winner, he didn't want to admit that Maël was more outstanding than he had been, but that's what everyone thought.
He felt that he was too unlucky, encountering too many setbacks and taking too many detours.
He had suffered years of pain many times because of making the wrong choices, and had left lifelong regrets many times because of missing crucial shots! Maël had not encountered any of these things. His choices always seemed to be right, and he never missed crucial shots.
Jealousy was in Shevchenko's eyes. He felt that if he had walked Maël's path, he could have achieved such accomplishments at a very young age and completed his career more smoothly.
"Clap clap..." He suddenly felt two pats on his back. He turned around and saw Maël, who was returning, smiling and greeting him.
Shevchenko also politely showed a smile, looking at the flourishing Maël, and he began to doubt himself again, wondering if he was just getting old, about to retire after the European Cup, and was just spouting some complaints.
He couldn't be sure, so he could only bury this in his heart and slowly verify it.
"Beep!"
The referee's whistle blew, and the game restarted immediately, soon welcoming the whistle for the end of the first half.
The players from both sides returned to the locker room to rest for 15 minutes, made some tactical adjustments, and then returned to the field to start a new round of competition.
"A good chance for the Ukrainian Team! Shevchenko with a bicycle kick!! He miscued it! He looks very disappointed, that was a very good opportunity to equalize.
"Almost 60 minutes have passed, and we can clearly see that the French Team's hard power is still stronger than the Ukrainian Team's, but the latter can still create trouble through simple offensive routines.
"Let's take another look at this ball... Oh, haha, the organizers are still replaying Maël's goal from the first half.
"This is undoubtedly the best goal of this round, and possibly the best goal of the tournament! To count its competitors, there may only be one, and that is Maël's own wonder goal with a Speed exceeding 230km/h, he really is a specialist in wonder goals."
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"Maël with a penetrating pass to Benzema in the middle! Benzema protects the ball, and Mene cuts in from the right! Backheel pass! Beautiful!! The Real Madrid superstar shows his creativity, Mene breaks into the penalty area, can he extend the lead?
"The goalkeeper attacks, Mene chooses a chip shot, and the football flies into the far corner of the goal! He's so calm!
"Mene scores his first goal of the tournament, and the French Team takes a two-nil lead, 6 points from 2 games is in sight!"
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On the field, as Mene runs to the sidelines to celebrate with Deschamps, the other members of the French Team follow with smiles.
Their joy overflows from their bodies, and everywhere they go seems to be connected, forming a huge magnetic field of celebration.
Ukrainian captain Shevchenko once again puts his hands on his hips, lowers his head, and looks at the green turf without saying a word.
The attacks against him were not over. 14 minutes later, it was Maël connecting with Benzema again, the latter passing it back to set up Nasri.
"Bang!!"
Nasri's low shot passed through the closing block of Ukrainian defenders Gusev and Mekhalyuk, and went into the lower right corner of the goal, "Swish!"
The goalkeeper's vision was obstructed by the two defenders, and he didn't have time to make an effective save.
Three-nil! The French Team is about to win big! "Folala!"
Against the background of the French in dark blue jerseys celebrating wildly, the Ukrainians in yellow jerseys completely gave up resisting, either sitting or lying on the ground.
Even Shevchenko squatted near the center circle, no longer picking up the ball, no longer encouraging his teammates.
The Ukrainian coach immediately made a surrender-style substitution, taking off a winger and replacing him with a defender, hoping that the French Team could save them some face in their home stadium.
Deschamps substituted Benzema and Mexès in the 75th minute, replacing them with Giroud and young defender Varane, with a bit of a signal to end the battle.
Maël also slowly began to hold back, they had already won, there was no need to provoke the Ukrainian Team any further, it was best to safely finish the remaining time.
"Bang!"
In the 89th minute of the match, a moment before the fourth official raised the injury time board, he intercepted Shevchenko's ball in a chase, turned around and prepared to kick it towards Giroud.
At this moment, he saw a powerful leg drawing towards the football at his feet from behind, as if determined to kick him to the ground if he couldn't break the ball.
Shevchenko?
He frowned slightly, thinking that the other party might not be able to accept losing by 3 goals at home, and felt a fire in his heart.
"Pa!"
Maël lowered his center of gravity and lifted the ball, then braced his legs sideways, using the muscles on the side of his calf to withstand the fierce kick.
There was no way, he couldn't avoid this blow... If he rushed straight forward, his center of gravity would lean forward, and he might be kicked to the ground directly, with the risk of injury.
"Bang bang...!"
Feeling the pain in his leg, the fire in his heart also rose. Before the referee blew the foul whistle, he pushed the ball towards the midfield, making a look of counter-attacking.
He respected the Ukrainian legendary superstar very much, but when they met on the field, and he provoked him, then he would definitely try to inflict damage on the other party in his own way.
The referee hesitated for a moment, and after seeing Maël rush up, he took the whistle that he had already put in his mouth.
Surprise appeared in Shevchenko's eyes, first, he didn't expect Maël to not fall, and he personally experienced the Strength of this young player, and second, he didn't expect him to continue attacking.
"Deng deng deng!"
He knew what Maël was thinking, and chased after him, moving his legs.
Maël looked back during the run and found that although Sheva was old, his Speed was not slow, and he became a little more serious.
"Bang bang!"
When he arrived at the midfield, he kicked the ball to Nasri, and then continued to sprint forward for the ball, the latter also immediately passed the ball back, making a wall-pass.
The Ukrainian midfielders and defenders were already exhausted after playing for so long, unable to keep up with Maël's pace.
With just a simple one-two pass, their midfield defense became a mere formality, allowing Maël to easily bypass it.
"Oh!!" The French Team fans, seeing another opportunity for their team to score, rose from their seats, waving their arms. They didn't care about holding back; they just wanted to see more goals.
Maël charged towards the opponent's defensive line. Initially, he wanted to repeat the one-two pass trick with Giroud, but the defenders were much more alert than the midfielders.
"Bang." After receiving the ball, Giroud had no choice but to pass it back to him, not daring to pass forward.
Maël's brain reacted swiftly. He drew back his right leg like a drawn bow and arrow, aiming to unleash his signature powerful shot at the center of the Football.
"Swish!" The Ukrainian defenders slid in for tackles and leaped into the air, using every possible means to block the shot.
"Bang!"
In the split second before the shot, Maël retracted his movement at lightning speed, lightly flicking the ball into the penalty area, then using his explosive Speed to shake off three Ukrainian defenders.
A fake shot followed by a real breakthrough!
The Ukrainian defensive line was as fragile as paper at that moment, easily bypassed by Maël's dribbling, a scene reminiscent of Ronaldo dribbling past an entire defense back in the day.
"Aahhhh!!" The French Team fans began to celebrate in advance, knowing that the fourth goal was coming. Maël wouldn't miss such an opportunity.
A one-man show of pass, dribble, and breakthrough!
"Thump, thump, thump!"
The sound of footsteps echoed in the penalty area. Shevchenko, who had been chasing back at high Speed, arrived beside Maël. As a striker, he had anticipated Maël's fake shot. Coupled with his constant Speed, he naturally caught up.
Before Maël could shoot with his left foot, he saw Shevchenko's blocking foot. He quickly stopped and hooked the ball back.
"Thwack!"
Shevchenko couldn't stop his momentum. The long sprint of dozens of meters had also made his brain incredibly excited.
Knowing there was nothing to worry about, his trailing foot subconsciously tripped Maël, causing him to tumble awkwardly beside Maël.
"Beep!" As the referee's whistle blew and he reached for his back pocket, Shevchenko quickly rolled over, knelt on the ground, and covered his face with his hands, filled with remorse.
He woke up as if from a dream, recalling what he had been doing in the past ten seconds!
The referee first pointed to the penalty spot, then showed Sheva, who was sprawled on the ground, a red card.
A red card and a penalty!
The Ukrainian players quickly surrounded the referee, and the French Team players rushed forward to push them away.
Shevchenko slowly rose from the ground, his ears ringing uncontrollably, as if he were back in Istanbul on the night he missed the penalty in the final.
As Maël picked up the Football and walked towards the penalty spot, he rubbed his face and turned to walk towards the field. The two figures passed each other.
"Shevchenko isn't being calm! This is his last European Cup. Before the tournament, he revealed that he would retire after this European Cup.
"He must know that the entire Ukrainian Team is relying on him to carry them forward. His suspension will make it very difficult for the team to advance from the group stage.
"In fact, he didn't need to fight with the young player at all. We just noticed that Maël didn't really want to play anymore, but after being kicked by him, he exploded with energy and sprinted dozens of meters! From the current perspective, things aren't unacceptable at this point. Even if Maël scores in the end, it would only be a loss of face and wouldn't affect the overall situation.
"But Sheva made one mistake after another. I can't help but think of Zidane's clash with Materazzi in the World Cup final.
"Although this isn't the final, the way this match is developing, it could very well be the final match of the legendary Football player Shevchenko's career!
"Can the Ukrainian Team still enter the quarter-finals? I think it's very difficult. They must at least remain undefeated against the England Team in the last round!"
"."
"Boo boo boo!"
"Hiss~~!" Amidst the boos and whistles from the crowd, Shevchenko lowered his head and slowly walked off the field, dejectedly heading towards the player tunnel.
He walked very slowly, looking back every few steps, as if he was reluctant to leave this place. He even forgot to take off the captain's armband and was stopped and handed it over near the entrance to the player tunnel.
Is this how it ends?
He really couldn't let go... Only when he felt the field drifting away from him did he remember the beauty here.
Champions League title, Milan dynasty, single-handedly leading the team into the quarter-finals of the World Cup.
Perhaps his early career wasn't as smooth as Maël's, perhaps he wasn't born in a Football powerhouse... But the height he reached was by no means low. He did everything he could.
He could have smiled and bid farewell to this arena with grace, but ending it this way inevitably leaves some regrets.
"Bip!"
In front of the Ukrainian penalty area, Maël held the football and stood at the penalty spot. Upon hearing the whistle, he focused intently, looking down at the ball at his feet.
Deschamps had designated penalty takers during the first training camp, where he was ranked third, behind Nasri and Benzema. The order hadn't been rearranged since.
But at this moment, he certainly wouldn't give up this penalty. Nasri knew this too, showing no desire from beginning to end, simply standing at the edge of the penalty area waiting for a rebound.
"Hoo!"
Maël took a deep breath and looked up. Behind the goal, Ukrainian fans were waving and hurling abuse at him, trying everything they could to distract him.
"Bang!"
He took another deep breath, then began his run-up, taking two steps before decisively driving the ball into the lower right corner of the goal.
There are very few tricks to penalty kicks. Overthinking techniques at the twelve-yard spot, pursuing angles and power, can easily backfire, causing a ball that should have been instinctively scored to be kicked wide or high!
Firmly choose a side, then kick it in the most comfortable way, leaving the rest to fate!
"Swish!"
Against the backdrop of the Ukrainian goalkeeper diving to the left, the football nestled into the net, shaking the water that had been accidentally splashed onto it during halftime, scattering it into a spray.
Goal! Another Brace!
"WowWowWow!!" The more than twenty thousand French Team fans in the stadium screamed like thunder, their jumping feet causing the suspended stands to sway up and down.
The Ukrainian Team fans painfully closed their eyes, many hugging their heads and shaking them as they left the stadium early.
"Yeah!"
Maël angrily waved his right arm, and the atmosphere around him instantly erupted. While running towards the sideline, he made a shushing gesture towards the Ukrainian Team fans in the stands who had been hurling the worst abuse, releasing his emotions.
4th goal in the European Cup! 11 goals in 5 national team games! "&**!"
"You ****!"
"Hoo hoo.!"
He sprinted towards the corner flag again, the sound of the wind in his ears drowning out the Ukrainian Team fans' abuse, causing him to reveal a smug and arrogant expression. After lowering his right hand, he shrugged and spread his hands at them.
He almost never provokes others, and most of the time he knows his limits, not engaging in excessive behavior.
But in such a passionate sport, when you are continuously subjected to things that make you uncomfortable, enough to ignite your anger, and you have the ability to retaliate.
Then at that moment, you must choose the most flamboyant and devastating way to vent everything! After arriving at the sideline, he raised his left leg and left arm, clenched his right fist, and using the momentum of his sprint, pushed off with his right leg and leaped up in front of the Ukrainian fans, celebrating with a flying fist, "Come on!!"
Come on! Come on! All of you come on! Let the boos and abuse come even more fiercely, stirring up his stronger fighting spirit and scoring more goals! "Maël scores steadily! The game can be declared over! The French Team wins four to zero against the Ukrainian Team!!
"They have matched the Spanish Team in the most lopsided scoreline of this European Cup! And they have laid a solid foundation for finishing first in Group D!
"I really don't know how to describe Maël and this French Team. Before starting this European Cup journey, they were definitely not the ones most people favored.
"Especially the latter, they were considered a team that would have difficulty even qualifying! "But look now, Maël, with consecutive Braces, is leading them to advance triumphantly, gradually showing the potential to compete for the top four or even a spot in the final! "Including the previous 3 games, Maël has helped the French Team score at least 2 goals in 5 consecutive games! Too terrifying!"
Today, Liu Jiayuan is still commentating on this game. He Wei mostly covers the knockout stages. He hesitated for a long time at this moment, seemingly considering whether to say the following words.
But in the end, when the camera focused on Shevchenko, who had not yet left the sidelines, he couldn't help himself, "Shevchenko, ah, shouldn't have provoked him! The Ukrainian legendary Football star made the wrong choice!"
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On the sidelines, Shevchenko quickly took off his captain's armband, threw it to his teammate, and then walked into the player tunnel without looking back.
"Bang!"
The moment he entered the tunnel, thinking that it might really end like this, a few tears welled up in his eyes, causing him to lose control of his emotions and kick over the nearby trash can.
He removed his shin guards and threw them away, tore off his muscle patches, wristbands, knee pads, and a series of equipment, throwing them all around. Finally, after taking off his jersey, he walked into the locker room dejectedly.
He wasn't angry with Maël; that would just be complaining. He had no malice towards this outstanding young player. He was more angry with himself for his irrationality.
After entering the locker room, his mind kept flashing back to Maël running past him, shaking off several people in a row, and also flashing back to the other party's leaping celebration.
He found that he couldn't forget this player. He and the other party had established a bond in one game.
After returning to the locker room and sitting down, he rested his elbows on his thighs, buried his head very low, and let the sweat drip onto the ground.
An assistant coach walked in, observing him, wanting to offer some comfort but unsure where to begin.
"Sheva."
Shevchenko soon raised his head and, looking at him, confirmed something, "Before the European Cup started, what were the odds of the French Team winning? And what were the odds of the French number 7 winning the Golden Boot?"
"I don't remember the specifics." Sheva shook his head, thought for a moment, and said, "But I remember we were ranked 13th, and the French Team should have been around 10th or 9th, not much difference.
"As for Maël, his Golden Boot odds shouldn't be low, at least in the top 6."
Shevchenko nodded absentmindedly. He hadn't paid much attention to these things before, focusing solely on the field. "So, they weren't really favorites to win? But their performance in major tournaments has always been good."
"Not in recent years."
Sheva shook his head again, glanced at him, and said, "Sheva, time flies. They stopped being who they were a long time ago.
"Their last strong period was seven or eight years ago. Each major tournament is like a ring on a tree. It feels like it was close to us in our memories, but it was actually a long time ago."
Shevchenko stared at a spot on the ground, shaking his head with a wry smile. "Yeah, it just shows how old we really are. My memories of the French Team are still from my peak.
"It doesn't feel that long ago, but it's been ten years. So, did that number 7 change them?"
He raised his head, asking what he wanted to know most in the last sentence.
He gradually confirmed that what he had said earlier was just a grumble out of frustration.
You couldn't say Maël was lucky; he just brought happiness and luck wherever he went.
Shevchenko couldn't help but frown. How strong does a player have to be to do that? "I think so." Sheva answered after thinking for a moment, his face filled with reminiscence. "In fact, he's always been like this. It seems like he's been carrying a heavy burden since the beginning of his career, and he always achieves good results."
"Two years ago, I was a technical analyst at Watford and experienced his EFL Championship season.
"I vaguely remember that at the beginning of the season, no one considered Sheffield United as favorites to win. We even thought the team would be relegated.
"They experienced the departure of key players and a change of coach. The club was a mess, but Maël's appearance led them to a miraculous title win with the highest score in their history."
Shevchenko opened his mouth slightly. He never paid attention to the second-tier leagues and didn't expect Maël to face such difficulties at the beginning of his career.
As for the player's later Arsenal career, he knew a little about it, but his brain selectively ignored it when he was complaining.
This meant that the other party had purely relied on his hard power to obtain everything he had now, making him seem like the lucky one, making him seem like the one all geniuses envied.
Sheva didn't understand why Shevchenko was asking this, but seeing that his mood was better, he didn't care and looked down at his phone.
Anyway, there was no need to worry about the game anymore; the result was set.
Not long after looking, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh, the Transfermarkt value has been updated! It's so sudden. Are they waiting for the result of this game to determine Maël's value?"
He smiled slightly at the end. Everyone knew that everyone had an expectation for this period's value update, that is, whether Maël could break 100 million!
Transfermarkt officials certainly knew this, so they must have been extremely cautious in data statistics and analysis.
Shevchenko also turned on his phone, trying to divert his attention. He opened the push notifications and quickly saw several news items.
"105 million euros!! The value of French Supercar Maël officially exceeds 100 million! Becoming the world's third 100 million man!!" - Transfermarkt Official
"Messi: 130m, Ronaldo: 110m, Maël: 105m!" - Transfermarkt Value Ranking
"Maël becomes a true world number three! Before this, no one has ever been so close to Messi and Ronaldo! What's even more terrifying is that on a platform that not only focuses on current performance but also considers historical achievements, Maël has gained a value of over 100 million in just two seasons!" - Sky Sports UK
"After the rigorous and authoritative Transfermarkt announced the new value, it can be regarded as the beginning of a new era! World Football officially enters a three-way battle! Maël is proven to have the competitiveness to defeat the two heroes!" - French Express
"256 million euros! This is the total value increase of Arsenal after Maël joined for one season! They increased from 234 million euros to 490 million euros! The club is the biggest winner!" - Spanish Database
"It is rumored that several companies intend to provide Arsenal with tens of millions of pounds a year in sponsorship contracts in the new season, and the team's value in the capital market will usher in a large increase!" - Reuters UK
Shevchenko carefully browsed one news item after another, and finally truly confirmed that Maël's brilliant journey was definitely kicked out by his own feet.
He tried again to put himself in the same position and found that he couldn't even do half of what Maël did.
Just look at the doubled value increase of Arsenal. Who can join the team for one season and lead a group of players who are no longer young and not in their peak to achieve this increase?
"Arsenal's big contract?"
Sheva also saw this and shook his head in admiration. "Looking at it this way, Maël's performance in the European Cup is also helping Arsenal in the sponsorship area."
"Yeahh!!" Cheers came into the locker room from outside at this time. Not long after, a burst of cheerful singing and the sound of cleats hitting the ground came from outside the door, as if the French Team players had returned.
The two knew that the game was over, and the score should be finalized at four to zero.
"Bullet-like lethal long shots and insane headers!
"He fired! You have no choice but to admire him!"
Listening to the singing outside the door, they could all be sure that it was the French Team players singing for their captain.
And his revelry seemed to have just begun... because he would soon know that his value had broken through 100 million euros, reaching a new milestone!
"BBC Latest News!"
At the moment the European Cup Group D group stage ended, the British BBC launched a new program. A dignified female host appeared in front of the camera, "The French Team defeated the Ukrainian Team four to zero! With 6 points, they rank first in the group!
"At the same time, the new value update of the German transfer window has also ignited the passion of the world football scene! Lionel Maël! This young talent who came out of Sheffield United has finally completed the important achievement of breaking 100 million in value today!
"Compared to the last time, his value has increased again by 35 million, which is the biggest increase in his career! I think leading Arsenal to the double crown has laid a solid foundation for him to become a 100 million man. His outstanding performance in the European Cup has made Transfermarkt generously add 5 million euros after 100 million euros!"
The female host touched the still-warm speech, with a professional smile on her face, "He has become the youngest player with a value of over 100 million, becoming a terrifying and amazing 18-year-old 100 million man! Let's take a look at his value increase trajectory. In the initial value update, he only had 8 million euros! People thought he would stay here for a while.
"But he didn't. After the EFL Championship season, his value reached 20 million euros. Later, after proving that he could gain a foothold in the Premier League at Arsenal, he immediately had a value of 30 million euros!
"Then, it was 45 million euros! It was 70 million euros! It is today's 105 million euros!
"8m-20m-30m-45m-70m-105m! Such a stable and large increase makes people look forward to whether he will surpass Messi in the future and become the first player with a value of over 150 million?"
"..."
"Sky Sports Express!"
At almost the same time, Sky Sports also launched a new program, but the focus was different from the BBC, "The total value of Arsenal has reached 490 million euros, which is an almost doubled increase compared to last season!
"In the total team value ranking, they came to the 3rd place, second only to Real Madrid and Barcelona! This surpasses a number of powerful clubs such as Atlético Madrid and Manchester United!
"In just one season, from 10+ to the top 3, Arsenal's miracle double crown has also driven their miracle increase in the value list!"
After saying this, the host smiled and pulled up a data chart, "Leaving football, let us estimate the value increase of this team in the capital market in the next year.
"We all know that Arsenal is a team with long-term brand value.
"Even if the results were not good in the previous years, the club's market value is very stable, always exceeding 1 billion pounds, and ranks among the top 20 in the Forbes club value list!
"After winning the double crown + unbeaten title this year, Kroenke is determined to complete the acquisition of the club. Referring to his acquisition price, the club's value has risen to 1.83 billion pounds.
"This will make Arsenal the fourth most valuable football club, second only to Real Madrid, Manchester United, and Barcelona... The market value of these teams all exceeds 2.5 billion pounds."
The host pulled up a new data chart and continued: "But it can be predicted that this is by no means their limit, or even just the beginning! With a star like Maël who is extremely strong and valuable, Arsenal has gained the trust of big brands in the capital market.
"It is rumored that Kroenke has launched new sponsorship negotiations with Emirates Airlines and Puma. The American has offered a price of 42 million pounds a year for the advertising on the front of the jersey, and the price for the jersey sponsorship is close to 54 million pounds a year! This is already close to the sponsorship price of Real Madrid and Manchester United, and this value update, coupled with Maël's hot state in the European Cup, will most likely allow them to negotiate a larger contract.
"It is expected that Arsenal is expected to usher in a value increase of more than 60% year-on-year in the next three years, and start chasing Manchester United!"
"..."
"Chaowen News Information, Lionel Maël and Arsenal!"
"Lionel!"
"Arse!"
"Nal!"
On this day, the entire world football scene once again focused its attention on Maël and Arsenal, paying attention to this pair of sports stars who have long been bound together and are moving towards a bright future step by step.
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