July 27th, Emirates Stadium.
More than 40,000 Arsenal fans and over 10,000 Manchester City fans filled all the stands, eating popcorn and drinking beer, welcoming the team's first friendly match of the new season with a relaxed mood.
"Arsenal Arsenal!!"
"Ma-ël!!"
The cheers resounded throughout the stadium, but judging from the volume and the fans' enthusiasm, it was still different from an official match.
Many Arsenal fans came with the idea of welcoming the European Cup champions and new signings, while some wanted to see the team's new look in order to judge the team's competitiveness in the new season.
On the sidelines, Mancini and Wenger, two old rivals, shook hands near the center circle extension line, their hands clasped together, smiling and talking.
"Will you be stronger this year?"
Mancini glanced at Arsenal's lineup, his eyes showing emotion. "It's been a long, long time since I've seen Arsenal's lineup undergo such a major reshuffle. The newcomers are all top players renowned in European Football."
It wasn't that he was envious. In his three years at Manchester City, his annual expenditure exceeded 100 million euros. Arsenal's investment this year was only their annual average in the past.
More than anything, he just felt that the old Professor had finally received the treatment he deserved and had the opportunity to flex his muscles in the transfer market.
"Haha..." Wenger nodded with a smile. "We don't know what the effect will be yet, so we need a contest with another top team."
Mancini patted Wenger on the shoulder and turned to walk towards the coaching bench.
Wenger also turned back, glancing at the team's new lineup in the process. Looking at those sturdy backs, he felt an extraordinary sense of security and confidence in his heart.
Goalkeeper Szczęsny, center-backs Thiago Silva paired with Mertesacker, left-back Kyle Walker, right-back Sagna.
The midfield consisted of Arteta partnering with Cazorla, Maël on the left, Gervinho on the right, and Giroud paired with Van Persie as the center forwards.
Of course, this 4-4-2 was just the initial formation. In most offensive and defensive scenarios, the team's formation would be closer to 4-3-3.
At that time, Maël would be closer to the center, playing in the Inside Forward position he held in the French Team, and Gervinho would retreat to the midfield to assist Arteta in sweeping and defending.
It can be said that this is a near-perfect lineup configuration for any position! Look at the defense, the partnership of D. Silva and Mertesacker provides both aerial defense and ground interception, as well as excellent ball-playing ability.
The full-backs on both sides, one leaning towards sweeping defense, the other towards offense. Of course, both of them are also tending towards being all-rounders, and can be used in any way.
In midfield, the Spanish midfielder Cazorla's technical ability can carry the role of organizing core, responsible for creating space and passing threatening balls, and Arteta can provide support for him, while completing defensive and sweeping work.
With the addition of a running Gervinho to supplement, there are basically no problems.
The forwards are even better. Giroud, as a high center forward, can withstand the opponent's center-backs to form a tactical fulcrum, and also has aerial advantage and ball-playing ability, which can enrich the team's offensive methods.
Van Persie is good at finishing and organizing, can hold the ball, is extremely flexible, and is extremely lethal. His role does not overlap or conflict with Giroud, and they can complement each other well.
The super sharp knife Maël is an all-round player like a free man in the frontcourt, who will ghostly reinforce wherever he sees an opportunity, creating opportunities for the team to score through his personal ability! "Hoo" Wenger looked at them with a flushed face, his eyes full of satisfaction and expectation.
In the past, this was definitely a dream lineup he couldn't imagine, not even in his dreams.
And this is not actually where the team has improved the most this season.
Wenger turned to look at the bench, Vermaelen and João Pereira were sitting together chatting about something, Gibbs and Alexandre Song were also leaning back and laughing.
Chamberlain and Gilbert were browsing their phones, occasionally sharing the screen with each other. Both of them are newly promoted England internationals.
Rosický, standing to the side, lowered his head as if tying Ramsey's shoelaces, playing a prank. They were key players last season and also Czech and Welsh internationals.
On the other side, Walcott was chatting with Podolski about something, leaving the latter stunned. They were also internationals from strong European Cup teams.
As for the reserve goalkeeper Fabianski, he was left out because the cup competition system only allowed for 11 substitutes. Unable to find a chat partner, he sat on the bench, yawning boredly.
They, as a supplement to the depth of the bench, are Arsenal's greatest asset this season!
Including Koscielny, who was injured in the European Cup, and Jenkinson, Squillaci, Frimpong, and others who are gradually becoming marginalized, as well as the former geniuses Diaby, Coquelin, and so on.
The new season's Arsenal can fearlessly field two or even three lineups.
Even if they play with a reserve lineup, they are still strong contenders for the top six, and if they play well, they might even have a chance for the top four! "It's truly beautiful."
Assistant coach Philip stood behind Wenger, also immersed in the enjoyment of watching the team grow stronger day by day. "If we have to nitpick, Mr. Wenger, which positions do you think we still need to strengthen?"
Wenger walked to Philip's side and said without any hesitation, "For Gervinho's position, Bale, who we have been pursuing, is a better choice. He not only has first-class offense but also excellent defense due to his background as a full-back."
"And for the goalkeeper position, Szczęsny is actually a bit unstable and is more suitable as a second-choice goalkeeper for a top team. I hope to bring in French international goalkeeper Hugo Lloris."
Philip nodded slightly, then smiled as he nodded. "If those two can come, then the Red and White Warship will be truly formed, and we will have a chance to create a Red and White Dynasty."
Wenger raised his chin and looked up at the sky, not answering. No one knew what he was thinking.
He quickly turned around, calmly sat back on the coach's bench, and waited for the game to begin.
This time, his body language was traceable, which was not to dream too far, but to stride forward step by step!
...
On the field, Maël took the lead, leading the Arsenal players onto the field, bathed in the admiring and curious gazes from all directions.
The admiration mostly came from Arsenal fans, while the curiosity came from the Manchester City players.
Even though they had played against each other last season, after a few months, in the minds of the Manchester City players, he was definitely a different player, coming with more glory and honor.
To be honest, Maël was happy to see this, as it made him understand what achievements he had made in the past month.
Nasri was also in the Manchester City lineup. After the European Cup, his relationship with Maël and others was not as strained, and his relationship with Arsenal fans would also improve somewhat.
However, when he stepped onto this field again wearing a Manchester City jersey, complex emotions inevitably surged in his heart.
How much he wished he was wearing Cazorla's jersey, standing in the Arsenal lineup.
"Beep beep!"
After completing the coin toss ceremony, Maël and the Arsenal players came to the front of the coach's bench, squatting in a row and standing on tiptoes to take a pre-match group photo, which was also their first new lineup group photo of the season.
"Don't go too far, Maël, you're standing on tiptoes almost half a head taller than Szczęsny."
"Don't stand on tiptoes."
"Hahaha!" The players joked and laughed at each other, their mood was still relaxed, and they were confident of winning today.
After standing in their own half, Maël gathered everyone in the middle to form a circle for the final collective encouragement.
Wearing the captain's armband, he naturally put his hand in the middle first, while looking around and saying, "There are three new faces in the team's starting lineup today, and two of them are the first time I've worked with.
"But I hope that no matter what, we can continue the momentum of last season and do everything we can to pursue victory.
"Because compared to the pain of failure and the confusion of a draw, I hope we can enjoy the joy of victory every time. That won't make us tired, it will only make us more excited to move towards the finish line!
"Arsenal!!"
"Let's go!!"
Everyone placed their hands on Maël's hand, pressing down on the ground, and after shouting, they scattered and sprinted to their positions.
Just by looking at the speed at which they returned to their places, one could feel the desire for victory that this team carried.
"Bip!" The referee blew the whistle for the start of the second half. Manchester City kicked off from the center circle, and the Arsenal players stepped forward to apply resolute high pressing.
Mancini's team today lined up in a 3-4-2-1 formation, which would cause their back line and front line to lack width, preventing them from making good use of space.
Their midfield seemed crowded and wide, but in reality, it couldn't connect with the front and back lines, making it easily defended and turning into four decorations.
When Arsenal blocked their triangular passing routes from the back to the two sides of the midfield, the Manchester City players had no choice but to choose a riskier central ball out.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Sometimes, they were able to successfully pass the ball to the feet of Agüero and Balotelli, and sometimes, the football would be directly intercepted by Arteta or Cazorla. Maël also quickly racked up an interception statistic.
And now Arsenal, not only had more routines in attack, becoming more sharp, making the Manchester City defense players defend with great difficulty.
In defense, they no longer had to delay their retreat every time, waiting for the team's midfield to return to defend and reduce the threat.
"Pa!"
Thiago Silva was often able to intercept the opponent's attack through excellent anticipation and tackling, and quickly pass the ball to the midfield or directly to the striker using excellent footwork.
"Pa pa pa!"
His excellent performance in the opening stage quickly stirred up the emotions of the Arsenal fans, and also gave the Arsenal defense players more confidence and aggression in each tackle.
"Boom!" Even if this initiative and aggressiveness sometimes caused them to lose their position, allowing them to be defeated by Manchester City's small-scale cooperation.
But every time they nervously looked back, Thiago Silva always appeared behind them, covering their position and kicking the ball out of the danger zone with one foot.
"Boom!"
After another covering clearance, Thiago Silva handsomely flicked the curly hair on his forehead, stretched out his big hand to the misplaced teammates and signaled them to be calm, "It's okay, I'm here!"
"So handsome!" Sagna secretly gave him a thumbs up, he felt that a defender should be like this.
Just like that, in one defensive scenario after another, the momentum of Arsenal's defense gradually rose, and Kyle Walker and Sagna also began to frantically steal the ball, causing Manchester City players to constantly suffer.
Football is such a sport, when a pillar of strength appears in the team, what he brings is definitely not only his specialized skills, but more of a spiritual and psychological thing.
He can inspire every teammate to become a better version of themselves, and can improve the overall strength of the team! "This is Thiago Silva, a strong contender for the world's best center-back in football today! Judging from the first 20 minutes of the game, the improvement he has brought to Arsenal is significant!"
The Arsenal commentator of the local radio station was full of appreciation in his tone, and he also believed that the appearance of D. Silva was enough to allow Arsenal to concede fewer goals.
The Manchester City attacking players on the field soon fell into a depressed mood, and many people began to constantly spread their hands and complain to their teammates.
They were already under the great pressure of the three Arsenal strikers behind them who could score at any time, hoping to win breathing time and victory for the team through offense, but they had not been able to create a threat for a long time.
Even when they operated the ball to the frontcourt, they found that they did not have much time to organize.
The Arsenal players rushed up like mad dogs every time, clearly telling them through their actions that they either had to resolutely attack quickly and win the one-on-one or two-on-two in front of them, or they had to quickly hand over the ball.
Each time they chose to move forward helplessly, and quickly crossed the ball when the opportunity was not very good, and then watched in despair as the opponent steadily took the ball through position and coordination.
"Cough, cough."
Mancini on the sidelines choked during a tactical water break, coughing frantically, his anxious eyes revealing Manchester City's current predicament.
"Bang!"
In the 34th minute of the match, Maël easily bypassed Savić on the left wing and swept a low, flat ball across the middle, piercing Manchester City's defense.
"Slap!" Van Persie, surging in from the center, stretched out his foot and ultimately knocked the ball into the net with his shin.
"Yeah!" As the familiar sound of Arsenal fans rang out at the Emirates Stadium, the score was rewritten to 1-0, Arsenal leading.
"Goal! The familiar Van-Mael Connection appears once again at the Emirates Stadium! One-nil!
"The European Cup's top scorer starts the new season with an assist, and Van Persie also sweeps away the resentment accumulated in the European Cup, finding the feeling of scoring 30+ goals last season! "This is a pair of partners worth looking forward to. They jointly scored nearly 80 goals in the Premier League last season. What kind of new chapter will they write with their feet this season?!"
Arsenal No. 10 got up and pointed at Arsenal No. 7 with a big smile, and the two then slid on their knees to the sidelines together.
"How many more moments like this will we have, how much longer will we cooperate?"
Van Persie reached out and high-fived Maël, shaking his head with intoxicated eyes and said, "Maël, I guarantee that as a center forward, I would go crazy without an excellent shooter and passer like you."
Maël didn't know how to give him a definite answer, so he smiled and said, "Many, it's only been 2 championships after a long time of cooperation, right? Our careers will definitely achieve 30+ championships."
"Haha...!"
Van Persie thought Maël was joking, "Okay, then let's see how far we are from this goal when our careers end."
Giroud then rushed over. He didn't know if he could join Van Persie and Maël's striker lineup, and hugged the two of them, saying, "When will I have that feeling too? Feeling like I would go crazy without you two.
"My requirements are not high, it would be great to score 10 goals in a single season."
"10 goals?"
Maël glanced at him, then looked at Van Persie again, and said in unison with his partner, "You'll have it by the end of this season."
Without celebrating for too long, they then returned to their own half to restart the game.
The first half of the game ended not long after, with the score still 1-0, Arsenal leading.
Maël walked towards the field calmly. He basically didn't sweat much, just warmed up and ran around, observing whether the rotation of the team's new players and new lineup was smooth.
Undoubtedly, he was satisfied with the oppressive force shown by the team.
He would go all out in the second half and score some goals, otherwise if the new players saw it, they would think that he was overrated and could only shine for one or two seasons, which would affect his ability to convince the team.
"Beep!"
At around 11:03, the second half of this early game kicked off. Manchester City seemed to know that they were unable to win, and replaced several substitute players to experience the opportunity to fight against a strong team at close range and accumulate experience.
These players, who were running and fighting madly for playing time in the new season, did bring some pressure to Arsenal's players, but it was limited.
When their offense was slow to open up the situation, they had to accept the fate of being pressed back to their own half by Arsenal and enduring wave after wave of bombardment.
"Bang!" In the 61st minute of the match, Cazorla sent a corner kick cross from the right, the football heading straight for the front post position.
Maël waited for an opportunity at the back post, and seeing that the landing point had nothing to do with him, he retreated towards the vicinity of the penalty spot, waiting for a second chance to shoot.
"Chaff!" Giroud played the role of a center forward at the front post, heading the ball backwards, directing it towards Kolarov's defensive area near the back post.
Opportunity!
Maël swiftly stopped retreating, pushed off the ground to start again, carrying a super strong impact to leap up, and smashed towards Kolarov and the flying football.
"Bang!!"
Accompanied by Kolarov falling to the ground like a kite with a broken string, Maël's forehead made contact with the middle of the football, "Boom!"
The angle of the football wasn't too tricky. After Joe Hart moved two steps, his hand reaching towards the sky could have caught the ball, but unfortunately, the ball was too fast. He only had time to move, not to raise his hand.
"Swish!" The football made contact with the net. The referee standing on the edge of the penalty area turned around and pointed his hand towards the center circle, "Beep!"
Goal valid!
Two to zero! "Aaahhh!" The Emirates Stadium welcomed their king back with cheers. Someone quickly raised a banner, some wishing Maël success in winning the European Cup, and others hoping he would lead the team to consecutive Premier League titles and a Champions League title this season.
After landing, Maël raised his arms and cheered. He bypassed Giroud and Van Persie, came to Cazorla's side, hugged him, and ran towards the fan stands together, gesturing to the fans.
"Vamos!!"
When two completely identical celebratory sounds rang out, Cazorla was obviously stunned for a moment. He looked back at Maël. A Frenchman playing football in England... Why was he celebrating in Spanish? Shouldn't he be saying 'come on' or 'Fola'? Was he trying to gain his approval in this way?
Cazorla had a faint smile on his lips. He originally thought Maël would be very arrogant, but he didn't expect him to be quite humane.
This strengthened his confidence in developing at Arsenal. He also hoped that this season he could provide Maël with 5-8 assists in official matches.
After this goal, Manchester City's players completely lost hope of a comeback. Arsenal played high and wide, starting a goal feast.
"Boom!!"
In the 68th minute of the match, Arteta scored a long shot from outside the penalty area into the bottom right corner, giving Joe Hart the first wonder goal of the new season.
Three to zero! "Boom!"
Immediately following in the 71st minute, before leaving the field, Maël unleashed a powerful instep shot near the penalty area line, blasting the ball into the goal while also knocking Joe Hart into the goal.
Of course, it wasn't that he was carried into the net by the shockwave, but the tension of seeing Maël's shot made him subconsciously take two steps back before reaching out to save, only grabbing a handful of the net.
Four to zero! Hart, after getting up, had an embarrassed look on his face. He scooped the ball out and slammed it against the goalpost in frustration.
Maël once again sprinted to the sidelines to celebrate. If he had the ability to score an average of 1.5 goals per game last season, then this season, with the gradual addition of multiple lv5 truth skills, he would definitely have the opportunity to exceed an average of 2 goals per game.
He couldn't predict exactly how high he could reach, because it would depend on the speed of his strength improvement, but 2 goals might be a lower limit.
This was by no means an exaggeration. Even though football is a complex sport, and even though players' conditions may fluctuate, none of these matter in the face of solid strength!
Too shocking?
Of course, otherwise, what was he painstakingly grinding for lv5 level skills for? What he wanted was not to win against Messi and Ronaldo, win against the kings of football, Pelé and Maradona, in a difficult competition, but to sit on top1, sit on the first place in history, in a crushing way!
He firmly believed that the lv5 limit level would definitely help him open up a new path and achieve the initial goal he set!
"Pa pa pa!"
Two minutes later, Maël then left the field to the applause of the entire stadium, walking towards Podolski, who was clapping hands with the fans.
As the No. 10 of the German team, Podolski definitely has the ability to play as a main player in any mid-range team in the four major leagues.
Joining Arsenal this season knowing that he would be Maël's substitute was for the championship, for the honor!
Looking at the young captain's performance on the field just now, he believed that he also had a chance to pursue what he wanted.
"Pa!"
The two then completed the handover with a high-five, and Podolski sprinted onto the field, arriving at Maël's position.
After Maël came off the field, he hugged Mr. Wenger again, who praised, "New season, new atmosphere, do you feel something different?"
"A little, the overall strength has become stronger." He looked back at the field and smiled, "But you can't feel too much in friendlies, it's better to feel it properly with constant victories from the Premier League."
"Haha." Mr. Wenger smiled and touched Maël's head, thoughtfully exchanging glances with Philip beside him.
Maël returned to the bench, wiping his body with a towel while stretching his leg muscles to relieve fatigue.
The rest of the game passed peacefully, with neither side managing to score.
"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"
Soon after, as the referee's three long whistles sounded, Arsenal defeated their strongest warm-up cup opponent, Manchester City, by a score of four to zero, achieving their first victory in the Emirates Cup.
They laid a solid foundation for lifting the cup championship at home, and the players happily circled the field after the game to thank the fans, celebrating the victory amidst laughter.
On the other side, in the match between the Hong Kong Premier League team Kitchee and Bundesliga's Cologne, Cologne surprisingly drew two to two, temporarily tying with Kitchee with 1 point each.
After the game, Mr. Wenger and Maël walked together towards the player tunnel, he asked yearningly, "At the beginning of last season, we vowed to end the title drought together, do you have the confidence to set a new goal this year?"
"Treble."
Maël said his expectations without hesitation, "We will win the Premier League and Community Shield Cup, and pursue the Champions League title, of course, the FA Cup would be nice too."
A look of surprise appeared in Mr. Wenger's eyes, the confidence shown by his star player was too strong, so much so that he had to slow down and carefully consider the feasibility of this goal.
After a long time, he suddenly looked up at Maël, who had already walked ahead, the other's back was so heroic, and his pace was so full of vitality, as if it could infect everyone.
"Click, click."
Under the media's cameras, he also quickened his pace, striding forward with high spirits.
This year, they were even more vibrant, they were all fully prepared to pursue higher honors, then admit the desires in their hearts and believe that they can do it!
On July 28th, news suddenly broke in the transfer market that Arsenal were interested in Lyon goalkeeper Hugo Lloris.
Prior to this, Lloris, who performed well in the European Cup, had received offers from several teams in the four major leagues and was a hot commodity in the transfer market.
Arsenal fans did not have high hopes for this transfer, they felt that Lloris might not join Arsenal under the competitive pressure of Szczęsny, even though there were 4 of his national teammates here.
But that night, Romano's two reports gave them confidence, making them feel that this transfer had become feasible.
"The Lyon chairman said that the player is indeed very popular, but in terms of the player's own wishes, the team he most wants to go to is the Premier League." - The Guardian report
"The Lyon chairman further stated that he will not hinder the player's transfer, but only hopes to receive a suitable offer." - The Guardian report
Going to the Premier League, and the club is willing to let him go, this signal is very clear, representing that Arsenal has the upper hand in negotiations with Lyon and Lloris, only in the final negotiation price.
Lloris is very likely to join!
"The French gang is about to sweep the entire Premier League! If Hugo Lloris is introduced, Arsenal may have up to 5 French national team main players playing at the same time in the new season!" - The Guardian
"Lloris is definitely a very good choice, I think Mr. Wenger has not only contributed to Arsenal, but also to the French Team, he has cultivated many people." - Former Arsenal legend Bergkamp's social media
"With Maël around, the French contingent will definitely not have any acclimatization issues. After all, he was the core of the team during his time with the national team. Switching to the club is a natural progression. I'm optimistic about their chances of winning consecutive titles." - Former Arsenal legend Henry on social media.
"Arsenal's excellent performance in the pre-season games may give Lloris confidence. He might think that as long as he joins Arsenal, he can win important championships." - Former French Team legend Platini on social media.
July 29th, Tottenham Training Center.
Levy, the team owner wearing gold-rimmed glasses, walked in, lit a cigar, and asked, "How's it going with Real Madrid? Are they still unable to give a clear offer?"
An assistant shook his head slightly, "They are still pursuing Maël. I heard that some executives have gone to Portugal again to find Mendes. It can't be ruled out that it's Florentino. He is very interested in Maël."
"Bang!" Levy slammed the table heavily, dissatisfied, "They said they wanted to buy Bale after the transfer market opened, but they still can't give a reasonable offer. Are they playing with us?
"Also, Florentino ran to Poland and Ukraine, to France, to Portugal to chase an impossible Maël, but he's not even willing to come to London for Bale?"
The assistant lowered his head, not knowing what to say. He couldn't possibly say that this kind of vicious vision and tireless effort after making a judgment was the reason why he could become the best chairman.
"However..." He remembered something, hesitated, and then said, "I heard from Bale's agent that a Real Madrid executive once revealed that they are willing to prepare a £55 million transfer fee for Bale."
"£55 million?!"
Levy was directly amused. He took a hard puff of his cigar, "That's £20 million less than Arsenal's initial offer! Preparing this amount, they will offer at most £45 million!
"If that's the case, I won't hesitate to sell the player to a rival team! I can't be bothered to argue with them anymore!"
He ignored the cigar ash falling on the ground, gesticulating with his right hand, "Do they think I won't make this choice that goes against the fans' wishes, so they use this price to insult us? They have money to offer for Maël, but they are reluctant to offer for Bale! If you push Levy too far, Levy will do anything! After all, I've been scolded by the fans for so long, so one more time won't make a difference. And to put it bluntly, we don't have much competition with Arsenal. They compete for the Championship Trophy, we compete for the top four."
The assistant opened his mouth to say something, but looking at his boss in a fit of anger, he held back and just glanced around to see if anyone else had heard this rebellious statement.
When Levy calmed down a bit, he persuaded, "That's still different. We have a Derby relationship... and we already have Kyle Walker before, we can't sell Bale again, otherwise we will be subjected to marches and impeachments."
Who knew that this would ignite Levy's anger again, and he slammed the table again, "What marches and impeachments! If we can sell Kyle Walker, we can sell Bale! The player is in good form this season, who knows if he will maintain it next season? It's possible that after a year, his value will shrink by half! It will be difficult to find a buyer for nearly 100 million by then!"
"Calm down, calm down..." The assistant knew that Levy definitely understood the seriousness of the matter, but he was just angry at Real Madrid.
"I can't calm down."
Levy put the cigarette on the ashtray and took off his black gloves, "It's still because you executives are not doing anything. How much money did the Sporting Director and Redknapp spend? Although it has all been recovered, why don't we have a Championship Trophy? Boas is coming this year, and there will inevitably be a major reshuffle. We might as well go all out, sell Bale to exchange for money, let him update and replace, we want to compete for the Championship Trophy!"
The assistant didn't know how to persuade him. Real Madrid's dangling attitude and disrespectful offer were indeed heartbreaking, and Levy himself was easily emotional and easily pushed to extremes.
Just then, a female assistant rushed in, holding a brand new document in her hand.
Levy took the document, browsed through all the contents with a dark face, and his expression eased with a strange change.
He slowly placed the document on the table and looked at his assistant, "Arsenal's latest offer has reached £80 million, which is really hard to refuse. I want to start negotiations."
July 29th, the second round of the Emirates Cup kicked off, with the match between Cologne and Manchester City taking place first.
The game ended in a 1-1 draw, with Cologne playing a good game and Manchester City still unable to find their form.
And this result also created an opportunity for Arsenal to win the Championship Trophy if they win Kitchee in the second round.
At 3 pm, the match between Arsenal and Kitchee kicked off at the Emirates Stadium. Mr. Wenger sent out a full rotation lineup, giving the substitute players a chance to prove themselves in this game.
ps: See you tomorrow morning for the next chapter brothers, the unimportant games in the new season will be pushed quickly, don't worry about procrastination.
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