National Treasure Striker [Football]

“啊啊啊啊啊啊小蜘蛛！宝贝儿！甜心！！”阿森纳球迷疯得更厉害了！

The camera was attracted to Julian, and people all over the world looked at this handsome young man who beat 99% of the earth's people with a bright smile, sitting on the beam in a casual posture, and rhythmically moving his upper body.

That's right, rhythm.

Melon-eating fans:? ? ?

Assona's keeper is dancing again!

The difference is that he is moving his upper body, which by the way drives the Arsenal fans in front of him to move together.

He reaches out, and the Arsenal fans reach out, and he folds his hands up and down, and the Arsenal fans follow suit.

It's too spectacular.

The commentator said: "Oh I love this happy goalkeeper, he is so English! He is a football baby!"

England fans bite their handkerchiefs, no, his soul should belong to the British Empire, but he went to the Germans and Italians when he was reincarnated!

The Arsenal people gathered around the door: "..."

Vermaelen reminded him: "Hey Yoni, the award ceremony is about to start, we should go back and take a shower and change clothes!"

Julian finished interacting with the fans unhurriedly, turned around on the crossbar deftly, and straddled his long legs, dangling in mid-air.

This scene frightened the teammates below, for fear that the little ancestor's butt would not stick to the beam, and he would fall down with a bang.

Xiaoji was condescending, looked down at his teammates, and suddenly said in horror: "This place is too high, I dare not go down!"

teammate:? ? ?

Are you afraid of heights?How the hell did you get up there? !

Believe in you asshole!

Julian curled his lips, "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooette

Everyone: "..."

Van Persie & Vermaelen: "..."

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The Arsenal fans behind couldn't see Julian's expression. Seeing this posture, they were suddenly blessed: "Catch him! Catch him!"

A piece of stands drives a piece of stands, and finally most of the stadium is shouting!

"Catch that big baby!"

"If you dare to throw him, you can swim back to London by yourself!"

Everyone in Arsenal:? ? ?

People passed under the door, and the pot came from the door?

Julian was very obedient to public opinion, his dimples were exposed, and he opened his hands to the people below: Who will pick up the eldest brother?

Teammates at the bottom: "..."

They looked at each other: Damn it, why don't we just leave this kid alone, and everyone go back to change their clothes, and when we're done, we'll receive the award happily, and then we'll just leave Youni on it!Let him stinky and sweaty get the trophy for a while, and see if he can't get it down!

Van Persie stared at them: If you dare to let go of the great hero, Wenger and the fans will make you cry when you turn back.

Little Jiju swayed jiojio fearlessly on the goal, that's right, if you want to be taught to be a man by the big brother, just say it.

Everyone compromised in a second.This kind of thing must be represented, a team, besides the captain and the deputy, who can represent it better?

Therefore, the captain of Arsenal and the captain of the team looked at each other and asked everyone to disperse. The two of them stretched out their hands to put each other's shoulders in a very dignified way, and stood directly below Julian to welcome Arsenal's little prince who fell from the sky.

Just want to catch the big brother with four arms?

Julian felt that it would be bad if he crushed the captain and the captain.

The teammates thought about it, isn't that the same thing?Youni's fat soul is more than 200 catties!

Walcott then volunteered to come up, called everyone together, and added a few more arms.

In this way, it would be bad for anyone to lose, so, together with Arsenal's substitute players, the whole team worked together, each with two arms, and weaved a strong artificial net for Julian under the goal.

To the cheers of the Arsenal fans, their keeper jumped into the arms of his team-mates, stood up unscathed, and still wanted to do it again.

The capitalist who has stood up in the VIP seat: "..."

The little boy is so cute.

He couldn't help but start to reflect that he had paid too little for his son's childhood.

The teammates stroked Julian's hair each, and walked around to present awards. Youni, let's be more mature, this kind of game is not rare for their own sons to play!

When mentioning his own son, Van Persie thought of his own son. He thought, Shaquille liked to play the game of riding high with his father. The child probably didn't have the chance to play this when he was young. He probably also liked this kind of parent-child interaction.

Otherwise, why were you so skinny just now?

After winning the championship, General Fan felt at ease, and he didn't mind being beaten by Tai Sui again.

He actively squatted down in front of Julian and allowed Xiao Jiju to ride up.

Xiaojiju:? ? ?

Julian was stunned for a moment and then he was not polite. The eldest brother sent a champion to Pangtouyu. It is only right for Pangtouyu to take the initiative to repay his brother~

So he boldly and unpretentiously sat on Van Persie's shoulders in the eyes of people all over the world, grabbed the 5000 million hair of Fathead Fish by the way, and smiled familiarly: "Drive~"

The Arsenal captain straightened up and walked forward without any reluctance.

The old father in the stands: ? ? ?

Everyone in Arsenal:? ? ?

Wenger on the sidelines:? ? ?

People all over the world: ? ? ?

What the fuck? !

The commentator was intoxicated with self-movement: "Oh! The relationship between the Arsenal players looks very harmonious! It is the unity that forged their champion today!"

Seeing them like this, the young people in the team also became playful. Ramsey and Walcott whispered for a while, and there was also a wave of riding high on each other.

Walcott smugly said: "I only have 68kg, and you are 76kg, so I ride you!"

Ramsay: "..."

Everyone: "..."

No, this also engages in weight discrimination?

Hey, but Robin is obviously not as important as Uni!

Ramsay snorted and said, "Whoever is the boss will contribute."

Robin is the captain, a well-deserved boss in the team, so it's no problem for him to carry Julian on his back!

Walcott nodded, without any dignity at all: "You are a boss, you are a boss, boss, let me ride!" Ride high!ride high!

"..."

Walcott, along with Julian, rode on top of his teammates and waved to the fans as they walked.

With the two of them joining, this celebration is not awkward at all, and the commentator said: "Is this a new celebration for Arsenal? It is probably prepared for winning the championship!"

The melon-eating fans suddenly realized: It turns out that Assona's celebration is to win the championship and perform high?

Okay, it's Arsenal!

A group of them went back to tidy themselves up noisily, and then they bumped back to the court.

The Bayern players over there have been waiting for them for a long time. All of them, I was very worried about winning the runner-up. I had to go to receive the medal earlier than the champion team. In the ceremony, the champion team had to line up to see them off, but Arsenal Na celebrated there for a long time, and it was too late.

If it sounds good, it means competitive sportsmanship, but if it sounds bad, it means farewell... Sending the runner-up home!

All the Bayern players were depressed, and only the captain Lahm played an exemplary role. With his usual expression, he took the lead towards the Arsenal players' exit and shook hands by the way.

Of course, not all the Bayern players who were in a bad mood shook hands, and some of them just passed by with a symbolic touch. However, Julian found that the few who seemed to have kicked the penalty kick took the initiative to shake hands with him.

Xiaojiju:? ? ?

This is falling in love with big brother?

Everyone in Bayern solemnly paid homage to the big man who could smash the football with his bare hands, and then continued to go to the stands in a low mood to receive the silver medal.

The commentator translated the mentality of a wave of Bayern players by himself: "This is to show respect. I hope that Felix will be a little more gentleman when he plays against them next time."

Everyone in Bayern looked sad and indignant, what a gentleman!Gentleman again, can he use goalkeeper psychology for you? !

Nothing to say, they just want to have a good relationship with the boss who can tear football by hand, and by the way, pray that next season's Champions League will not meet Arsenal in advance!

After the Bayern players presented the awards, it was the turn of the Arsenal players. They lined up and walked into the stands smiling.

With his pockets in his pocket, Julian walked forward with a very big step. The camera showed him a wave, and the fans noticed that his hairstyle had changed.

The originally fluffy golden hair was fixed by hair gel and grabbed on the top of the head, revealing a smooth forehead, and a face exuding an irresistible charm unreservedly.

The owner of the golden retriever moved his eyeballs, and his eyes fell on the camera in front of him. The fans saw that this handsome boy who looked like he was posing for a photo from any angle gave them a wink.

Julian was in a good mood, and very generously blew another kiss.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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He can kill half of the earth's people with his looks and charm, and the other half with his strength!

In the stands, the Asian man wearing a hat smiled and got up to leave his seat.

It was UEFA President Michel Platini who presented the awards to the players. He didn't seem very interested. He shook hands with the players in a procedural way, and then gave the players medals.

Passing by were a group of officials with potbellies or thinning hair. Arsenal players just walked by, and Julian didn’t pay much attention until he received the badge and walked to the middle of the podium with his teammates, ready to hold the final prize together— — Cup with big ears.

Van Persie walked in front of him. As the captain, he was going to personally accept the trophy handed over by Platini.

The captain of Arsenal just passed by his little teammate, and felt an unfriendly look.

Many people were staring at him, so he didn't feel anything, but the gaze on the right was different, very sharp, with the faint oppression of the superior.

He frowned, looked over there, and was facing a handsome, mature and somewhat familiar face.

blonde hair...

Van Persie turned his head subconsciously and looked at Julian on the left.

Julian:?

He and Van Persie looked at each other for a while, and suddenly found a familiar person in his vision.

Xiaojiju:? ? ?

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He actually sneaked into the podium!Also hang out with a bunch of football officials!

Bayern Chairman Hoeness, who is hanging out with a certain capitalist: "..."

The sight of the baby in the stands shifted from the face of someone good captain to the rightful owner.

Xiaojiju: "..."

He hummed, "What wind brought you here?"

The capitalist didn't understand his strange words, so he replied: "Probably the wind from the Mediterranean Sea."

Van Persie heard their conversation, took a quick look at them, and suddenly realized why the older one on the right looked familiar.

The little teammate on the left is clearly similar to the opponent!

Then contact the child's phone number before, and Van Persie understands everything.

Here comes the real old father!

Van Persie immediately stood up, turned around, blocked Julian, and stretched out his hand towards him: "Hello. Thank you for supporting Arsenal, but we are going to win the trophy."

The interaction between the capitalist and his youngest son was interrupted, he raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and reluctantly stretched out his hand to hold it, and it was instant.

After confirming the look, it is the person who does not want to give a second look.

However, immediately, the real old father remembered the name of the other party: "Robin Van Persie?"

The false old father responded.

The real old father twitched his lips, and he didn't intend to disturb the cup-holding ceremony of the boys in front of him, so he moved sideways out of the way.

Van Persie patted Julian and signaled him to keep up with him, ready to let the team's hero touch the trophy immediately.

After walking a few steps and receiving the trophy from Platini, General Fan suddenly realized something...

Julian's father, who doesn't seem interested in football, can call him by name, but as a teammate who gets along day and night, Julian has to copy his name 100 times before he can remember?

Is this a distortion of human nature, or a loss of morality? !

The corner of his mouth twitched wildly, and finally decided to do the right thing first. He took the trophy, then turned around, facing the vast stadium, and together with his teammates, raised the trophy high!

The entire Arsenal team and the fans laughed very loudly when the Arsenal captain lifted the trophy——

we are the champion!

Arsenal are champions!

The teammates on the side then brought their coach Wengla over, crying and howling: "Long live the boss! Long live Arsenal!"

"Thank you boss for your teaching!"

The old man was smiling, but when he heard their shouting, he suddenly became stiff.

Listen to this, why does it seem familiar?

Everyone rushed forward, and together with the big ear cups, they hugged Wenger wearing a new suit tightly, and then lifted them up!

Van Persie took a microphone and yelled at the Arsenal fans: "Arsene—"

The Arsenal players around him shouted in unison: "Arsenal!"

The Arsenal fans were mobilized and shouted with tears in their eyes:

"Arsene! Arsenal!"

"Arsene! Arsenal!"

"Arsene! Arsenal!"

So what if you are stingy, stubborn, and inflexible?

The stingy Arsenal coach can pick out a flower for you!

Today, right here, dreams come true!

Just today, right here, the champion appears!

The champion flower that condensed Arsene's painstaking efforts for more than ten years bloomed above the red and white ocean!

Arsenal's champion is Arsene's champion!

The best trophy, the best honor, and the best wishes, at this moment, are all given to Arsene Wenger!

After switching several times, the camera finally stayed on Wenger. The gray-haired old man looked at his disciples with a smile, his eyes full of affection.

He seemed about to say something, and then found himself lifted higher.

He lowered his head and saw that it was the little disciple Julian who stood on a higher place and picked him up!

The blond teenager raised his head and gave him the most sincere and angelic smile: "Boss, do you like this gift!"

Wenger looked at his face and moved his lips: "I like it."

Julian's smile became brighter, and he opened his mouth with sweet words: "Boss, I will give you more gifts in the future!"

However, this unpretentious sweet talk is the most beautiful thing Wenger has ever heard.

There seemed to be moisture in the Arsenal coach's eyes. He touched the opponent's head and motioned him to put himself down first.

After the old man came down, he hugged Julian and asked Van Persie to hand the trophy to Julian.

The Arsenal captain solemnly handed over the trophy to Julian, as if performing some kind of inheritance ceremony.

Like a loving father, Wenger patted Julian's hand holding the trophy: "Thank you for the gift."

"But," he said, "the best gift I've ever received this summer is you."

"When you came last year, I said to you, 'Welcome to Arsenal', and now I say to you - 'Thank you for coming to Arsenal'."

Julian was very moved at the time, and suddenly forgot what he wanted to do to his boss.

Wenger went on to say a few words to each player individually, and everyone was so moved.

The celebration of the Arsenal players moved to the grass, where it is wider, and they have the opportunity to do more things——

Wenger embraced Julian and said to everyone: "The victory of the team belongs to everyone. We cannot win without anyone. This is not due to me alone, nor to any one of you... But I still want to say that today's MVP belongs to your Uni."

"What the boss said is right!" The simple boys were brought into a rhythm by the seasoned coach, and when their heads got hot, they forgot to catch the boss and throw high things, and they turned to catch Julian!

Xiaojiju:? ? ?

What the hell!

Big brother ran away!

But he obviously couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the assistant coach, and the Arsenal people chased him, and finally caught him in the corner of the stands.

Screaming and being thrown up, Xiao Jiju suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye!

A thin man wearing a peaked cap and a black T-shirt was standing in the stands not far away, looking this way!

It flashed by, and the face couldn't be seen clearly, but Julian was very impressed by the outline of the figure!

What the fuck?

Team team team team team...captain? !