From Arsenal to the Ball God-Chapter 121 - 38: Keep Pushing Forward! Hope for a 100-Point Title! Wenger’s Longing!

The players of Swansea knelt on the ground, and in the vast Vis Field Stadium, only the cheers of the Sheffield United expedition army remained. The players rushed into the fan zone after the match to celebrate with their own fans.

On the other hand, Queens Park Rangers drew 1-1 at home with Leicester City, while Norwich defeated Bristol City to earn three points.

The distance, indeed, got closer!

"First: Queens Park Rangers, 97 points. Second: Sheffield United, 96 points. Third: Norwich, 95 points." — Championship standings

"The Championship this season has burst with incredible competitiveness! The three giants have all broken records with high scores, each leading or trailing by just 1 point, making the final title race extremely intriguing!" — The Guardian

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April 24, Bolton.

"Beep! Beep! Beep——!"

The match between Arsenal and Bolton Wanderers ended at the Bolton University Stadium, with a score of two to one, and the home team unexpectedly defeated Arsenal. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

In front of the coaching bench, Wenger stood dazedly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Buzz buzz.....!" The South Stand of the team erupted in an uproar. Due to the distance, it was unclear what they were saying, only a burst of noise could be heard.

However, anyone could guess that they were definitely dissatisfied with the team's performance and were complaining fiercely.

After this round of matches, Arsenal completely lost the chance to compete with Manchester United for the top of the standings. Even if they won all the remaining games, they couldn't surpass Manchester United.

Although everyone knew long ago that Arsenal winning the title this season was almost impossible.

But the fans definitely still held a lucky hope in their hearts, hoping Arsenal could create a miracle.

At the moment when all this was completely shattered, the dissatisfaction they had accumulated all season erupted completely.

Even the attitude of the players was obviously different from before.

Fabregas, who had been clamoring for a transfer for a long time, left the field with a dark face, saying something with an arm around Nasri.

When he passed Wenger, he deliberately raised his voice: "No championship, nothing at all! Staying here is just killing time! You'll never stand out!"

He was pressuring Wenger, intending to make Arsenal realize with this resolute attitude that keeping him this season was impossible, and to negotiate a price with Barça early to let him go.

Surprisingly, this time Wenger didn't tolerate like usual, didn't turn a blind eye.

Anger took over his mind, even making him lose his gentlemanly composure. He directly bypassed the Bolton Wanderers coach, who was waiting to shake hands after the match, and walked quickly towards the player tunnel.

"What did you say?"

He stopped Fabregas and Nasri, cornering them in a wall corner, "I trained you for 8 years, and this is the evaluation I get?!"

The nearby Arsenal players and coaching staff, fearing a conflict would erupt, hurriedly came forward to stop them.

At the critical moment, Philip stood aside and reached out, stopping everyone. He knew some things had to be resolved.

Fabregas was stunned, and Nasri beside him was even more at a loss, both stepping back, almost leaning against the wall.

After coming to his senses, Fabregas noticed the many eyes around him, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, his temper rising.

He slapped the shin guard he was holding on the ground with a 'bang', stormed past Wenger, "Stop using those things to tie me down, I've had enough, I've had enough! Starting tomorrow, I won't participate in any Arsenal training sessions!"

After taking two steps, he turned to look at Nasri with a hint of disappointment, "How about you?!"

Nasri swallowed, glanced at Wenger, his eyes a bit evasive, "The season's about to end, I want to rest too."

Manchester City had been in contact with him recently and promised a very lucrative contract.

He feared he would end up like Fabregas last year, lingering here for another whole year, so he decided to apply pressure early.

Wenger stood still, looking at the scattered shin guard pieces left by Fabregas, trembling all over, pointing at the backs of Nasri and Fabregas with a shaking voice: "Ma'el will replace you."

Not the position, but in tactical importance.

"Ha ha."

Fabregas burst into laughter, feeling young and full of energy at the moment, feeling very good about himself, "I've been here for several years without an important championship, if he comes, how many more years will it be?

"Bringing him up every day, aren't you tired of it? Mr. Wenger, if he can lead Arsenal to a championship, I will definitely fly back to London to celebrate with you!"

Having said that, he walked towards a reporter holding a camera, heavily slapped the camera making it fly, then went up and kicked it several times, breaking it, "I'll compensate you with a new one!"

"Fabregas."

Alexander Song, who couldn't stand it anymore, was afraid Fabregas would escalate the conflict further, "Enough! Don't say any more, let's go!"

"You think you're something special?"

Fabregas went completely mad, attacking indiscriminately: "How many times have you complained to me about dissatisfaction with your salary, how many more years will you stay here?!"

Alexander Song glanced at Wenger, wanting to say something but opened and closed his mouth several times without uttering a word.

The scene fell into silence, this farce came to an end, Fabregas and Nasri had completely stood on the opposite side of the club.

Wenger went to the stadium bathroom, lit a cigarette, smoking all alone, not sure what he was thinking.

Philip quickly followed, stepping lightly, not wanting to disturb, but seeing Wenger's back was indeed a bit lonely, indeed a bit pitiful.

"Sir."

He stepped forward, saying: "Actually, it hasn't been a season without expectations and gains, Sheffield United is likely to win the championship with a hundred points, making history."

The implication was clear, focus on Ma'el, focus on the future of the team, let this season pass.

"Hmm." Wenger didn't turn back, exhaling a puff of smoke, his voice light: "I will go watch."