The final whistle sounded.

The Emirates Stadium erupted in jubilation.

Cannons fired.

Fireworks exploded.

Arsène Wenger and his coaching staff clenched their fists in excitement, releasing the joy in their hearts.

The substitute players rushed onto the pitch one after another.

Li Kang was tightly surrounded by his teammates.

Welbeck and Morata excitedly hoisted him up.

"Lee!!!"

"Co

The news about Arsenal's advancement spread like wildfire around the world.

《The Two-Hundred-Million-Dollar Demon King in a Depleted Squad, Fighting Alone Against the Zebra Legion!》

《Li Kang Zone.》

《London Rainbow.》

《The Resurgence of the Number 9.5? A King's Style of Play!》

《Arsenal Eliminates Juventus 4:1 on Aggregate, Reaching the Finals Again After Eleven Years.》

《Arsenal's Squad Value Updated in Real-Time, Led by Welbeck, Several Players See Their Value Soar.》

《A Treble? Arsenal May Usher in a Dynasty!》

The number of comments, reposts, and likes exploded.

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[I haven't watched football for a season, and Arsenal is going for the treble? Am I dreaming?]

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[We Arsenal are invincible!]

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[No more fighting for fourth place?]

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[Spending two hundred million to win the treble is too good a deal!]

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[Do I feel like Li Mingdeng is usually just coasting? He only plays seriously in life-or-death matches!]

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[Don't speak too soon, remember the triple runners-up that ended up empty-handed.]

Arsenal gave all the main players a day off.

The next evening.

Teammates gathered in the living room.

Putting down the controllers.

The TV screen switched to the sports channel.

"Maguire said Real Madrid will definitely turn the tide."

"The game hasn't even started yet."

"The reporter is interviewing Pepe? Translate what he's saying?"

Welbeck hurriedly nudged Morata.

The latter said helplessly, "Aren't there English subtitles at the bottom?"

The Bernabéu.

Real Madrid vs. Atlético Madrid.

The Champions League semi-final, the second leg of the Madrid derby.

Pepe, with a kind face, was being interviewed by the media.

This season, he had uncharacteristically restrained his fouls on the pitch.

Fans had gradually changed his nickname from "Martial Monk" to "Holy Monk."

"We are confident in completing the comeback, we will reach the final again."

"Li? The European Cup final?"

"I don't want to mention that game."

Pepe's smile was a little subtle.

"We have a score to settle!"

I have a full moon celebration to attend after work, I'll try to be back early.

(End of this chapter)