"The moment of summation has arrived! We can now see that the staff inside the stadium are beginning to set up the venue for the awards ceremony. The famous sculptor Richard has appeared on the field, ready to inscribe the champions' names!"
Accompanying the commentator's voice, an elderly man appeared on the field, holding a sharp engraving pen as he approached the trophy.
He was to record the name of the champion on the trophy, allowing the champion's mark to be sealed together with the trophy! This was a task that allowed no mistakes.
Several photographers came to his side, aiming the cameras on their shoulders at him.
Richard held the engraving pen, bent over next to the trophy, meticulously observing the specific position to begin, then took a deep breath and began to engrave.
The EFL championship his engraving speed was very slow, each letter requiring many careful strokes until characters resembling printed text slowly appeared on the championship trophy.
"Richard is shouldering a difficult task, but also one filled with honor."
"This year, the legendary epic of the EFL Championship will be transformed into a microcosm through his pen, condensed into a simple but weighty line of characters!"
The fans in the stadium could see his progress on the screens on both sides of the field. They were not in a hurry, holding their breath and waiting for the moment when the engraving was completely formed.
Finally, after a few minutes, Richard put away the engraving pen, smiling and waving goodbye to the fans in the stadium.
A camera immediately focused on the championship trophy, and a clear line of characters appeared on it—The EFL championship 10-11 season winners-the Sheffield United F.C.!! The 10-11 season English Championship champions, Sheffield United!!
"Yeah!" The fans in the stadium cheered. They saw the name of the team they supported eternally engraved on the trophy, and it would also be eternally engraved in the history of the EFL Championship.
The camera turned to the fan area, capturing their ecstatic appearances one by one. Then, the director's traditional old program—'Find a Familiar Face' began.
The first to be targeted, without exception, was Mr. Wenger, who was sitting in the VIP area and applauding as he stood up.
In the camera, he had a head of white hair, smiling faintly. After discovering that he was being filmed, he did not avoid it, but instead stretched out his arms and greeted the fans.
"Oh!" His appearance caused another burst of cheers, but it did not steal the show.
Some fans standing in front of him turned around, waving at him with a smile and shouting, "Mr. Wenger, leave Maël with us for another season!"
"No!" Mr. Wenger refused with a big laugh, very simply, without a trace of hesitation.
The Sheffield United fans were not sad either. Some leaned back and laughed, some waved, and some shouted at him with a smile, "See you in the Premier League next season! You can't send Maël to play against us!"
"I can't promise you that either." Mr. Wenger shook his head in response to the fans. He was also immersed in this joyful atmosphere.
Immediately afterwards, the director turned the camera and aimed it at Mr. Mendes next to him. This agent tycoon was also a well-known figure in European football.
"Oh!" The cheers for him were slightly weaker. The fans' impression of agents was not bad, but they certainly didn't have any natural goodwill.
Some fans who liked Cristiano waved to him, asking about Ronaldo's recent situation. Mendes replied with a thumbs up.
At this moment, the director suddenly turned the camera to Isabella. These people would definitely investigate the identities of some fans in the VIP area before the game, knowing more than ordinary fans.
Not many people in the stadium recognized Isabella, and there was not much cheering, but some people greeted her in this direction, mostly ladies sitting in the VIP area.
"Haha."
Isabella smiled brightly, holding Ava in one hand and waving to greet them with the other, "Thank you!"
However, in a box inside Loftus Road Stadium.
A middle-aged man who was laughing and hugging the people around him suddenly changed his face, feeling like his home had been stolen.
On the field, the podium was finally set up, and the awards ceremony was about to take place here.
The Sheffield United players, who were celebrating everywhere, were called back to the vicinity of the center circle, waiting for the moment to lift the trophy. Most of them were winning a championship for the first time in their careers.
They rubbed their hands and waited, looking greedily at the trophy in the distance, unable to suppress the anxiety in their hearts at the thought of being able to lift it up later.
On the other side, as the last Queens Park Rangers fan left with reluctance, their players also got up from all over the field one after another, dejectedly lowering their heads and leaving the field.
The bitterness and regret of today's defeat will accompany them for a long time, even for the rest of their lives.
For some of them, this may be the only time in their lives that they have come close to such a major honor!
This does not mean that they are weak. They have transferred to many teams since they were young, starting from amateur football, all the way to professional teams, and then to the professional arena, and finally to this point today!
They have eliminated countless people in the competition, stepping on countless teenagers with football dreams to stand in this position!
But they still failed to get the favor of fate. In front of Maël, whose talent was even more dazzling, they were completely defeated and could only watch the other party lift the trophy in their own home stadium, which they had once been so proud of.
"Mr. Warnock."
When the last assistant coach left the field, he saw Warnock still standing there blankly staring at the podium, and persuaded, "Let's go, it's over, we should prepare for the play-offs."
Saying this, he also felt a piercing pain in his heart. He was only one step away from the championship, but he didn't expect that not only did he not win the championship, but he also fell out of the promotion zone.
"Let's go."
Warnock took one last look at the field. He saw the lucky 'rookie' coach Gareth Speed adjusting his tie, and saw Maël raising his hands and applauding towards the fan zone, saw the magnificent trophy.
He turned and walked towards the player tunnel, leaving the field to the Sheffield United people who were still celebrating.
Before leaving, he left one last unwilling sentence: "I didn't lose to Gareth Speed, I am still the most suitable person to lead Sheffield United. Give me a Maël, and I can also win the EFL Championship."
"Team captain Robert is preparing to take the championship trophy from the high platform! The fireworks are already in place, just waiting for them to raise the trophy high!
"Robert reaches out, he hesitates, he looks at his teammates waiting for him on the podium, he may be looking for someone to take the trophy down together!
"And who he wants to find should not be difficult to guess, their biggest contributor to winning the championship this season is standing in the front position of the podium!"
Beside the podium, the EFL Championship trophy on the high platform is very dazzling. It must be the focus of attention now. Hundreds of thousands of Sheffield United fans are waiting in front of the TV, waiting for the players to raise this trophy.
Robert finally didn't dare to generously lift the honor alone. He waved to Maël and smiled, "Come on! Come on!"
Maël didn't expect him to find himself, and a few surprises rose in his heart. No one doesn't want to lift the trophy personally.
He glanced around, and saw joy and support in the eyes of his teammates. Gilbert and Evans even pushed him to go over.
"Coming."
Maël didn't hesitate anymore. He came to the high platform where the trophy was placed, and he and Robert lifted one side each and walked towards the podium.
"Oh!!" The warming-up shouts sounded. Everyone on the podium bent their bodies, put their hands on their knees and stomped their feet constantly, ready to jump up and raise their arms at any time.
Now, just wait for him and Robert to give the order by raising the trophy!
"Three, two, one!!"
When Maël and Robert counted to the last number, the two suddenly quickened their pace, jumped onto the podium in one step, and took advantage of the situation to lift the trophy high above their heads in a very chic posture.
"Yeah!!" The teammates behind them had been waiting for this moment. They quickly stretched their bodies and raised their hands high, cheering. This was the final release of their emotions.
The fans at the scene cooperated with them, and the entire Loftus Road Stadium became a sea of joy.
"Poof! Poof! Poof!!" On both sides of the podium, pre-installed machines sprayed out brilliant golden streamers at this moment, in large quantities, rushing into the sky for four or five meters in a row, and then falling neatly.
This is the color of the champion! "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Immediately afterwards, the sixteen flamethrowers behind the podium sprayed out champion fireworks in a cross, forming a cross fire wall, adding a few final festive touches to them.
"Haha.! We are the champions!!"
"Olé. Olé Olé!!"
Maël raised one side of the championship trophy with both hands and jumped up with his teammates, his emotions reaching a climax.
Streamers kept falling on his head, and his ears were filled with the shouts of his teammates and the cheers of the fans in the distance. He finally experienced the concrete feeling of winning the championship and lifting the trophy.
In the past 46 games, he played a total of 42 games, scored 40 goals, provided 27 assists, and had 2 hat-tricks in a single game.
He and his teammates experienced many unforgettable moments together, gritted their teeth and fought for one point after another, and left countless sweat on the training ground.
In the end, one small achievement and victory after another gathered together, becoming this important achievement at this moment, becoming this trophy that is held over their heads at this moment!
The first championship of his career!
This is an important milestone, and a strong stroke has finally been written in his resume! After the trophy presentation ceremony, the players' relatives and friends entered the stadium one after another, taking photos everywhere with their mobile phones.
"Maël!"
Clermont ran out of the player tunnel, first hugged Maël tightly, and then smiled excitedly after separating: "We and Mr. Wenger watched the whole game from above.
"It's more comfortable than watching the game in the box, and you can get into the game more. It's just that I was always worried before scoring a goal, hahaha. I really won the championship. It's really dazed. I was still in the youth training camp a year ago, and now I have won the championship!"
Aunt Betty came out with three children. She also came forward to hug Maël, "You did a great job. I have said many times that it is an honor for our family to have you.
"We can't give you any help anymore, but if you are tired or in a bad mood, go home and rest. Home is your last backing."
"Okay." Maël hugged them one by one, feeling very happy. After chatting for a few words, he took everyone around the field to feel the atmosphere of the stadium after winning the championship.
"Brother, can I borrow the medal?" Bruno pointed to the medal on his chest and asked curiously.
Maël nodded and took off the medal and handed it over, "Don't lose it."
"Okay!"
Bruno happily took the medal, flicked it a few times, and was slightly disappointed to find it wasn't pure gold: "I thought these medals were all pure gold."
"Haha."
Clermont laughed beside him, stepped forward to take the medal, and explained, "Gold-plated is already good. Besides, the meaning contained in this medal is probably something a pure gold medal can't buy."
Maël quite agreed with his words, but not entirely. Just in terms of money, this championship would bring him a post-tax bonus of £300,000.
Pure gold medal?
You could buy quite a few 1kg gold bars.
"Want to touch the trophy?"
He asked, as the players' families were taking photos with the trophy not far away.
"Yes!" Clermont's eyes lit up. He had long wanted to see the honor that 24 professional teams competed for. If he could touch it, it would be an honor for him.
"Brother, hug!"
Ava stretched out her arms towards Maël, wanting her brother to pick her up. As a child, she was following behind a group of adults, and she had to jog to keep up when they walked a little faster.
Maël smiled and picked her up, running towards the trophy first, making Ava giggle all the way.
After waiting for Evans to finish taking photos with his family, he picked up the trophy and handed it to his uncle Clermont, taking a photo with Ava in his arms.
Clermont held the EFL Championship trophy, feeling overwhelmed with favor, and stood next to Maël with a beaming smile.
"Click, click!" Soon, media reporters came over to take photos of them. These photos could be obtained from behind the scenes later, and they would definitely be very complete.
After the photo session, Clermont still couldn't bear to part with the trophy, but after seeing the expectant eyes of his wife and children, he handed the trophy over.
"Maël!"
A shout came, and a staff member ran over, his face full of congratulations: "You have to go to the podium again, your award ceremony isn't over yet."
Maël felt a familiar sensation. After the mid-season ended last time, he was with his family when someone came to call him like this. That time, he received the Mid-Season Best Player award.
This time, the awards he would receive would probably be more numerous.
"Let us welcome with the warmest applause, the 10-11 season, EFL Championship Best Player, Maël!"
A female host on the scene, holding a script and a microphone, looked at Maël with a smile, and said while inviting him to the podium, "He scored 40 goals and 27 assists in the past season.
"This broke the EFL Championship's single-season goal record and the single-season assist record, respectively, while raising the total goal record to an almost impossible level to catch up to.
"Let's take a look at the words used by the Sky Sports commentators to introduce him during the commentary: Absolutely extraordinary! Incredible! A field artist! The embodiment of violent aesthetics! King of Long Shots!
"These titles may only describe a part of him. We have all seen what kind of player he is in the past season! Congratulations to him!"
All the fans stood up and applauded, and even the players who were still celebrating with their families stopped by the podium with their families to applaud Maël.
"Without him, there would be no championship." Evans put his arm around his wife and smiled at Maël.
"My friend." Gilbert said to his family, clapping his hands with great pride, as if he was the one going on stage to receive the award.
"A gifted monster." Janu Hans stood with his newly acquainted girlfriend, shaking his head in admiration, feeling inferior.
Clermont's family came to the front of the podium, listening to these whispers and praises, feeling proud and confident.
Bathing in these gazes, Maël applauded himself all the way as he stepped onto the podium.
He didn't know why he was applauding, it seemed that everyone did this when receiving an award, and it also seemed that he was celebrating for himself from the bottom of his heart.
He came to the host's side, looking around for the Best Player trophy, but he hadn't seen it yet.
"Welcome the chairman of The FA, Mr. Gregg Clarke, to present the award to Maël!" The female host pointed to one side, and a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties walked up, holding a golden cup in his hand.
Maël adjusted his posture to make himself look more formal. It turned out that the chairman of The FA was presenting the award himself. This was the first time he had seen this figure who controlled the English Football World.
Gregg came to Maël's side, stepped forward, and reached out to hug Maël.
Maël misunderstood, thinking that he was going to give him the trophy directly, and reached out to take it.
"Haha..." The two's lack of synchronization amused the surrounding players and relatives, and also caused a burst of laughter from the stands.
"Well done."
Gregg joked with a smile, not knowing whether he was talking about Maël's behavior or his performance this season.
However, he didn't feel awkward. He encouraged, "The English leagues need talented players like you. Thank you for the competitiveness you've brought to the league. This is a gift you deserve."
"Also, I'm looking forward to your performance at Arsenal next year."
Seeing Gregg finally hand him the trophy, Maël reached out to take it, shook his hand, and said politely, "It's an honor."
After speaking, he picked up the trophy in his hand and examined it carefully for a while. The Season's Best Player trophy was better looking, at least better than the Monthly Best.
Its value was actually comparable to the Golden Boot Top Scorer. It was a comprehensive award that valued overall performance throughout the entire season!
Every player in every position could compete for this award, making the competition very fierce.
Like this year, he defeated Taarabt with 45+ data, and Sean Long and Graham with 40+.
Of course, Maël didn't really need to pay too much attention to which award was more important, because the other two individual honors were also his.
He just needed to hold the 'Season's Best' trophy and know that it was a summary of his excellent performance this season! Mid-Season Best, Season's Best! A clean sweep!
If he wasn't afraid of being called childish and arrogant, he could grab a microphone and sing a song to the other 23 teams—Invincible is so lonely, minus one team, and Sheffield United's players had to be added in too.
Just thinking about it jokingly, Maël had no intention of actually doing such a thing. He quickly saw the host invite two more award presenters.
One was Sheffield United's owner, McCabe, an old acquaintance of his. The other he hadn't met, but according to the introduction, it was the EFL Person in Charge from The FA.
One of them held a golden boot, and the other held a gold-inlaid Crystal Cup, with someone making an Instep Pass shape on it.
"This is a historic moment!"
The female host's voice was fiery, full of passion: "Before this, no one in the English Football World has ever simultaneously won the Golden Boot and Assists Leader in a record-breaking manner. It's almost unheard of in other European leagues as well."
In fact, if the scope was narrowed down to leagues with a certain degree of competitiveness, Maël's kind of achievement was simply unseen.
She could very well say the first in the major European leagues, the first in the major world leagues.
But as an official host, she couldn't say that. She had to include all the weak leagues of all countries in the world.
In those leagues, such situations occasionally occurred.
"£2 million."
McCabe, when he came to Maël's side, didn't say anything else, just smiled and mentioned the bonus: "You didn't get a penny less, haha, but I'm still happy. It's our luck to have you.
"Compared to what you've done for us, us paying some money is already great."
He hugged Maël and handed him the Golden Boot award, smiling as he stepped aside.
The other award presenter came up and, after handing the Assists Leader trophy to Maël, said even more simply, "Well done."
Maël smiled and took these two honors into his arms. This time it was really into his arms. He had no hands to take the third one, so he could only clamp the Assists Leader trophy under his arm.
"Click, click!" The media reporters on the sidelines took pictures like crazy, recording this rare scene. Someone actually didn't have enough hands to hold the trophies because they won too many awards in one season.
After taking the photos, he went off the field to take a new round of photos with his family, and then was surrounded by teammates and teammates' families who rushed up.
"Maël, let's take one!"
"Congratulations."
"If you gave me any one of these three awards, I would be so happy that I couldn't close my mouth. You took them all, I really don't know what you're feeling."
Maël stood in the middle of the field. In order to take photos with everyone, his smile felt a little numb. For the first time, he felt his facial muscles were so tired.
When all this was over, he had time to rest and time to ponder his mood at this time.
What mood was it?
Thinking of the bits and pieces of this season, feeling the heavy trophies in his arms, he raised his head and muttered to himself, "Just take it as a good start, a good ending!"
At least when he returned to the Premier League, he would no longer be a young player with nothing.
But the EFL Championship Season's Best Player, Mid-Season Best Player, EFL Championship Golden Boot, EFL Championship Assists Leader!
He would sweep back to the field that countless people dreamed of, with the remaining power of sweeping the three major awards!
"Maël."
Before leaving, Gareth Speed and Joelson, who had been with their families for a long time, came over. They came to Maël's side, seemingly with something to say.
But when they walked up to him, the two just smiled foolishly excitedly, unable to utter a single word.
"Happy to cooperate."
"Happy to cooperate."
After holding back for a long time, the three of them squeezed out these two sentences, as if a thousand words were left unsaid.
They embraced each other in a triangle, patting each other's backs, using body language and expressions to convey the surging emotions in their hearts at this moment.
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