In the Wembley Stadium's box area, Arsenal fans walked out contentedly, constantly marveling at Maël's performance.
Guardiola, wearing a mask and hat, walked out, his eyes filled with shock as he chatted with his assistant coaching team.
"We must do everything to get him. Once we have him, we will definitely win the club's fifth Champions League, maybe even the sixth or seventh."
He gestured with one hand, excitedly saying, "Bayern won three consecutive Champions Leagues from '93 to '95, and he could let us win three consecutive Champions Leagues from '13 to '15."
"That exaggerated?" An assistant coach smiled.
"That's how it is."
Guardiola nodded emphatically, "Did you see his four goals today? As long as you can create six to eight chances for him, he can seize half of them when he's in good form! Every team wants a striker like that, whoever gets him will have a champion."
An assistant coach jokingly asked, "Then I have a question. You have been expressing your love for Messi on various occasions. Compared to Messi, how is he?"
This question was a bit difficult for Guardiola. He thought seriously for a while and said truthfully, "I worked with Messi for a while, and he brought me many incredible moments.
"But I must say, even if Messi is the stronger one now, he will definitely be the one in the future.
"Not too far, maybe when he is 22-23 years old, he will be the undisputed world number one.
"I won't be like the fans, thinking that his performance may decline or be unstable. From a professional point of view, unless injury and indiscipline stop him, he will definitely go further."
The others thought for a while and nodded slightly in agreement. It is true that no professional would deny a player who can score 40+ goals in the league at the age of 18.
As he was about to leave the stadium, Guardiola's stomach suddenly growled twice, and a feeling of hunger surged into his stomach.
He hesitated, glanced at his watch, and said, "There are a lot of people leaving. Why don't we eat something and wait for them to go down before leaving?"
The others had no objection, and they quickly sat by the window, eating steak and drinking coffee.
More than ten minutes later, Little Kroenke walked out of the private box, holding a phone and slowly walked to the window of the box area restaurant, smiling and saying, "We must celebrate well. I'm hosting a banquet tonight, and you must come.
"You don't drink much anymore? Oh, you drank last time, it doesn't matter this time. You are the most important person in the team, how can everyone have fun if you don't drink.
"Okay, okay, then I'll wait for you in the box restaurant. We'll leave together when the driver arrives."
Little Kroenke sat by the window with a smile on his face, looking down at his phone.
"Haha..."
After a while, with a burst of laughter, Mendes and Florentino, fully armed and covering their faces, walked out together. During the process, Mendes kept staring at the flow of people in the passage.
Finding that there were still many people, he took Florentino's arm and stood there talking for a while, waiting for fewer people before continuing to move forward.
"I can't give Mr. any guarantees, everything still depends on the player's wishes."
Mendes walked on the outside, his eyes always on Florentino's face, "That's how it is when working with top superstars, I can't control him or influence his decisions.
"In fact, my goal is to reduce trouble for the player and provide a better playing environment. I'm not very useful in other aspects."
Soon, he came to the vicinity of Guardiola and his assistant coaching team's table, attracting the attention of an assistant coach who was facing him.
"Ding dong...!" At the elevator entrance of the box area, an ascending elevator stopped. After the elevator door opened, Mr. Wenger walked out quickly, attracting the attention of many fans leaving the stadium.
"Mr. Wenger!"
"Congratulations!"
"Let's take a photo together!"
Many fans instantly surrounded him, their enthusiasm making the old coach smile and linger with them for a long time.
Mendes and Florentino also heard the shouts at this moment. When they saw Wenger, their eyes instantly froze. They quickly turned around and walked towards the dining area.
"Yes, yes!"
"I think that's how it is."
They gesticulated with their hands, pretending to be very busy, and sat down at a table, their backs to Wenger.
"Mr. Mendes," a somewhat uncertain voice sounded. An assistant coach at Guardiola's table looked at Mendes, who was wearing a mask, with a strange expression on his face.
Guardiola quickly turned his head, glanced at Mendes, and his expression brightened. He then focused his gaze on the person sitting opposite Mendes.
As he looked, a look of doubt appeared in his eyes. He blinked a few times, frowned, and looked carefully, a dazed expression gradually appearing on his face.
Florentino? Having just left Barcelona, he was naturally very familiar with the Real Madrid president, and Florentino's large forehead was quite distinctive, making him easy to identify.
Florentino noticed Guardiola's gaze and lowered his head awkwardly. Out of politeness, he turned to look at the other person after a while and slowly nodded and smiled.
Guardiola: "…"
Florentino: "…"
Mendes rubbed his forehead, looking embarrassed, his toes gripping the ground tightly, a deeper fear in the depths of his eyes.
Why did he have to run into them? Why did Wenger have to come up?
What a coincidence!
He recalled his past when he was dating two girls at the same time. Even though he thought he had concealed it perfectly each time, he still couldn't escape being exposed in the end.
He screwed up! "Hi."
Wenger soon arrived in front of Little Kroenke and gave him a high-five and a hug.
"How should I reward you and your team?" Little Kroenke hugged Wenger and inadvertently glanced at the other two tables in the restaurant, a look of doubt also appearing on his face.
"Mendes?"
He had been dealing with Mendes frequently recently and was very familiar with his physical characteristics, recognizing him from just his back view.
Wenger quickly separated from him, and the two walked towards Mendes together with smiles.
Mendes kept covering his forehead, trying to block his face, but he was sure he couldn't escape this disaster.
Guardiola was also shocked at this time and quickly pulled an assistant coach to turn his head away, saying something, "You have to remember, no matter what, you just have to remember it."
"Uh-huh." The assistant coach nodded repeatedly, occasionally making an 'ah~' sound, looking very receptive.
Before Wenger even reached Mendes, he noticed the suspicious Guardiola.
His gaze swept over several of Bayern's assistant coaches, and finally, he subconsciously looked at the ground, seeing socks embroidered with the Bayern logo on one person's feet.
That person also reacted immediately and quickly retracted his foot, but he knew that Wenger had definitely seen it.
Wenger's face darkened. He could confirm that these people were from Germany, and the person pulling someone aside to chat was Guardiola.
"Pep."
He called out, his purpose being to let Guardiola know he had recognized him.
Guardiola, with his back to Mr. Wenger, paused, then slowly turned around, a helpless and awkward smile on his face. "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to run into Mr. Wenger while watching a game."
"Ha," Mr. Wenger chuckled dryly, fully aware of the purpose of Guardiola and his entourage being there.
He turned his head, casting a questioning gaze at Mendes, and subconsciously glanced at the person sitting opposite him, his expression darkening completely.
Florentino, knowing he couldn't avoid it, stood up with a show of magnanimity, took off his mask, and extended his hand to Mr. Wenger with a smile. "What a coincidence, I didn't expect the three of us to meet here.
"Congratulations on winning your third Champions League. I believe Arsenal will definitely win the Premier League title this season."
Guardiola also stood up and came over to greet the two.
The three of them stood together, staring blankly at each other, a scene of utter awkwardness. Guardiola and Old Buddha's toes were quickly curling towards the ground, a move they hadn't made in at least a few years.
Behind the three, Mendes rubbed his face awkwardly, looking embarrassed, as if he felt he couldn't stay any longer. He nodded to Little Kroenke and got up to leave.
"Hello?" He answered his phone, walking away as he spoke. "Oh, is it now? Congratulations, congratulations. I'm at Wembley, I'll be right over!"
Little Kroenke and the three giants from England, Germany, and Spain all focused their gaze on his back, watching him leave. At that moment, they all loathed Mendes, harboring the desire to devour him.
Turning back to each other, they understood that as 'love rivals,' they would have to offer more to retain or acquire Maël.
A player as sought after as him would certainly require something special to obtain.
"Maël Scores Four Goals + World-Class Goal! Pre-Locks the 12th Puskas Award! Arsenal Defeats Chelsea Four to One, Wins the Community Shield Cup!" - The Times (England)
As night fell, headlines about the match appeared, attracting people's attention.
It was clear that the news of Maël's four goals and world-class goal was at the forefront, even more eye-catching than Arsenal's victory.
As fans browsed the reports and admired the somewhat 'surreal' goal, they were also eager for the official start of the new season, already feeling the heat of football.
"Is that a goal a human can score?! Fancy flick-up, ground shot, then a turning, momentum-driven, sideways volley! I've never seen such a wonderful goal!"
"Maël is so strong, but why is his flexibility so good?"
"Yeah, there's no way that ball could have been scored without super flexibility!"
"The relationship between strength and coordination isn't as significant as people think, less so than height. Ronaldinho was also very strong, but still very agile."
"Maël might redefine football! If he can score the first goal people have never seen before, there will be a second, and a third!"
"Four goals, it seems he's maintained his form into this season. I'm betting on him to win the Golden Boot again!"
"The four major leagues are about to start, more games to watch, and young players like Maël to watch, happy!"
"Watching young players is like a cultivation game, that kind of joy is intoxicating!"
"..."
The next morning, The Guardian released the rankings of various odds for the upcoming Premier League season from major betting companies.
"Premier League Championship Odds! Arsenal Tops the List, Odds at 2.0, Chelsea Second, Odds at 3.75, Manchester Duo Ranked Third and Fourth!" - The Guardian
"Premier League Golden Boot Odds! Maël Tops the List, Odds at 1.5, Van Persie Second, Odds at 4.25, Agüero Third, Rooney Fourth!" - The Guardian
"Premier League Assists Leader Odds! David Silva first, odds 2.5, Valencia second, odds 4.5, Maël third, odds 6, Mata and Bale fourth and fifth." - The Guardian
These are a few clear reports, from which one can see how reassuring Arsenal and Maël are this season.
Famous commentator Alan Shearer quickly commented on a program: "Through the new season's odds list, we see the progress of Maël and Arsenal, the magnitude of this progress is unimaginable.
"Last season, Maël's Golden Boot odds were only 1 to 56, ranking 23rd, and you couldn't even find him in the assists list.
"But this season, the player ranks 1st in the Golden Boot odds and 3rd in the assists odds!
"And from the 1.5 Golden Boot odds, we can see that major bookmakers believe that he is very likely to successfully retain the Golden Boot.
"Obviously, this kind of initial odds is not common. The number 1.5 should originally appear in the mid-to-late season, or after a player has a greater advantage.
"This, to some extent, represents the bookmakers' fear of Maël. Perhaps they should have earned more last season, but Maël's sudden emergence made them lose a lot of money."
And at the entrance of major British betting shops on this day, you could see fans lining up in long queues, spending a lot of money on Maël as soon as they entered the shop.
Even betting shops in the neighborhoods near Tottenham and Manchester were lined up, with many fans voting for their arch-rival's player.
This chaos, coupled with the increasing total amount of bets, and Maël's four goals in the Community Shield Cup, made the bookmakers gradually unable to sit still.
"At 14:50, Maël's odds dropped from the initial 1.5 to 1.35! If it still can't stop the fans' buying spree, the bookmakers may consider continuing to lower the odds!" - British Football Record
"At 19:03, Maël's odds fell again, reaching 1.21! This is an unprecedented initial Golden Boot odds! People have never been so optimistic about a player dominating a league!" - French L'Équipe
"August 14th, 9:40 AM, the second day of opening, Maël's odds came to 1.13! A terrifying probability of winning the Golden Boot!" - Spanish Marca
"Afternoon..."
"Evening..."
"August 15th, the third day of opening, the bookmakers removed Maël's Golden Boot betting, with internal sources saying they couldn't hold on anymore!" - Italian All Sports
"The Premier League has not yet started, and a player has withdrawn from the Golden Boot odds, which really makes everyone unable to believe their eyes!" - German Munich Evening News
"August 15th, 4 PM, another historic moment appeared, the bookmakers opened a separate market for Maël.
"Bet 1, whether the player can score 38 goals, bet 2, whether the player can surpass himself last season, the odds are 3.5 and 5.25 respectively!" - British The Guardian
As soon as this news came out, it immediately ignited the entire football world again, and many fans poured in to discuss it, and many people also chose to join in the fun and buy.
"Maël will definitely score 40 goals, look at his first battle back in the England arena! 4 goals!"
"I have to buy some to support it, surpassing himself last season is a bit difficult, but 38 goals, there is definitely hope!"
"All In!!"
And next to the Emirates Stadium, at the entrance of a bar originally called Jones Tavern, now called Allen Tavern, a middle-aged man walked out of here and went to the legendary betting shop across the street.
After hearing the story of Jones and the story of the young man who came from behind, he couldn't restrain himself. This time, he wanted to be a 'venture capitalist' and rename the tavern for the third time.
That night, after finishing his personal training, Maël met Florentino, who had been waiting for a long time, at a restaurant. The other party was wearing formal attire and looked very energetic.
This was not the first time he had seen this prestigious chairman. He had seen him once at the Ballon d'Or awards ceremony.
"Mr. Mendes?" Florentino asked with a smile as he came up, reaching out to invite Maël to sit down.
"The season is about to start, he went to the club to help me negotiate a new contract."
Maël didn't hide it, stating it bluntly, indicating his desire to sign a new contract with Arsenal.
Disappointment surfaced on Florentino's face, but he concealed it well, "Haha, if you can renew this time, you'll get the highest salary in the Premier League, right?"
"That should be the case."
Maël smiled and nodded, saying, "The Kroenke family has become very generous since fully acquiring the club. I might get a contract with an annual salary of around 15 million pounds."
His mentioning the price was also a subtle way of indicating that Real Madrid might find it difficult to offer a higher price than that, and he wouldn't consider the team for money.
If he remembered correctly, Ronaldo's salary at Real Madrid during this period was only around 12 million euros, at most not exceeding 15 million euros.
This was definitely the top salary in the team and could also indicate the approximate state of the team's salary structure.
A salary of 15 million pounds, converted to euros in this era, is about 18.5 million euros, which would undoubtedly disrupt Real Madrid's salary system.
Even though there were reports that Real Madrid might offer him a salary of 15 million pounds, that report clearly didn't consider Real Madrid's salary system and was unlikely in reality.
"Very high."
Florentino's eyes showed shock, and he understood Maël's meaning, but he still didn't want to give up, "But has Mr. Maël ever considered that the signing fee for joining a new club is definitely higher than a salary increase at an old club?
"If the signing fee is tens of millions of pounds, it can actually be spread out over all the contract years and counted as salary."
What he said was also true. If Real Madrid gave a signing fee of 40 million pounds and signed for 4 years, it would indeed be equivalent to an additional 10 million pounds in salary each year.
Florentino didn't stop talking. Since he had already made his intentions clear, he might as well say more, "And if you join Real Madrid, your income will definitely be higher than at Arsenal.
"You will sell more jerseys, sign higher-priced endorsements, and gain more attention.
"I don't know how much money you make from this now, but if you come to Real Madrid, with your ability, in 1-2 years, you can definitely appear in the top three of Forbes' list of athlete incomes, just like Ronaldo."
Maël put down the water glass he had just picked up and replied, "Sir, in fact, the support from Arsenal fans and fans around the world is enough. Being here is the best choice.
"My number of social media followers on a single platform has exceeded 70 million, which means that as long as I perform well enough, I can get everything anywhere."
Florentino was still unwilling to let go. He sat up straight and asked, "Would you mind telling me how much you currently earn annually through endorsements?"
He wanted to know the specific amount of Maël's income and then use his potential income after coming to Real Madrid to give the player a direct shock.
Maël roughly calculated and said sincerely, "Excluding bonuses, about 40 million pounds. And last season, I received bonuses that were higher than the endorsement fees.
"The base number is too large this season, so I can't be sure whether I can get this amount of bonus, but half should be no problem."
As he spoke, he kept looking at Florentino's expression, clearly seeing that the other party was obviously a little stunned.
Florentino stayed where he was, not knowing how to continue the conversation.
"There's also one more thing."
Maël was in a good mood and was willing to say a little more to him, or rather, he wanted the other party to give up, "Arsenal just paid me more than 7 million pounds in dividends a few days ago, which is from jersey and merchandise sales.
"And this is just from last season. They told me that this season I may be able to get over 30 million pounds in revenue from the club through my image rights."
He specifically mentioned image rights to also tell the other party that he had 100% image rights at Arsenal, which Real Madrid would never give him.
"Oh, right."
Maël rambled on, smiling, "Arsenal also packaged the club's image rights and various other rights into my salary. I acquired a media company and filmed two special programs."
"Yesterday I went over to take a look, and the subscription numbers for the two columns are already 280,000 and 250,000. Roughly calculated, this will bring me over ten million pounds in revenue next season."
"Not only that, relying on these rights, my media's influence in other areas has also risen. Last season, it earned a total of 8 million pounds in profit."
"This year, there are more programs and opportunities, and it is expected to double several times over, accounting for about two-tenths of my total income."
After Florentino was completely stunned, he delivered the final blow, "And money, compared to other points here that attract me, is actually the most insignificant point."
Florentino crossed his index fingers and was stunned in place for a long time, finally smiling in relief, "Having a player like you is Arsenal's luck, and they seem to know this, know how to cherish it.
"It's truly an enviable partnership. It seems I can only continue to keep an eye on you; it's impossible to have you in the short term."
He picked up the kettle and personally added some water for Maël, then said, "But Maël, I want to say one thing, as long as you want to come to the Bernabéu, the door here is always open for you."
The two did not part on bad terms. They talked about many other things, and even laughed heartily when they were in the mood. Their personalities were actually very speculative.
"Real Madrid is likely to miss out on Maël. The player has already started new contract negotiations with Arsenal. Florentino will fully pursue Bale!" - AS
The next night, Maël met Guardiola at a hotel in London, and they ate in the hotel restaurant.
Unlike Florentino as a businessman, Guardiola, as a coach, talked to Maël about tactics from beginning to end, about the team's prospects and some of his fantasies.
But Maël's answer was still the same. No matter which angle the other party spoke from, he would only clearly block his path to Bayern.
"Okay..."
In the end, Guardiola shook his head with a regretful expression and said, "You are an excellent player. I admire you. I hope to meet Arsenal led by you in the Champions League arena this season.
"I also hope that I can thoroughly study you by then, and use my expertise to make you feel powerless in your expertise."
"We'll see." Maël got up and shook hands with the other party with a smile, and left the hotel not long after.
August 16th, with only 2 days left before the start of the new Premier League season, the atmosphere of competition everywhere became completely heated.
Maël was told on this day that the new contract was almost negotiated and would likely be signed the next day.
"How much?"
"Not sure yet, but I'm sure it's higher than the highest expectation of the three levels you gave me. This will be a surprisingly good contract."
When talking to Mendes, Maël heard the undisguised joy in the other party's voice, and anticipation for the new contract emerged in his heart.
After hanging up the phone, he was not in a hurry, patiently waiting for the day of signing to arrive.
At the same time, he was a little puzzled as to why Bale had not completed the transfer yet?
He had been concerned about this signing. If Bale could come, then their attacking line would definitely be the strongest in European football for the next 10 years, and they would have a better chance of achieving his fantasy of winning 7 championships.
Could it be that the other party's agent, Barnett, was waiting for Real Madrid to give up on him and fully attack Bale, and then use this to negotiate a good contract?
After thinking about it, this was probably the only possibility, so Maël tentatively thought so and looked forward to the completion of the transfer as soon as possible.
Soon after, while scrolling through his phone, he saw a video, in which Guardiola was talking eloquently to media reporters.
"Messi, it must be Messi. He is the best. There is absolutely no way for Maël to surpass him, at least not this season. Messi's goal count this year is expected to break 100."
"Damn." He complained with a smile, "This is revenge, naked revenge!"
"What's wrong?" Isabella, who was next to him, quickly came over, looking at him with worry and curiosity, and with heartache in her eyes, thinking that he had encountered some haters again.
"It's nothing."
Maël habitually reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, gradually moving upwards, "The new company has been registered, and I've already transferred the money. The merger and equity change should be completed within a week.
"When the time comes, I'll transfer the money to your company account and purchase 78% of your shares."
"Okay."
Isabella nodded slightly, then looked up resolutely and said, "But I won't take out a single penny. I'll use that money as a development fund to make the company even better.
"You don't need to persuade me, I'm not short of money. Apart from praying that you get better, my only thought is to turn the company into a top sports brand company."
Maël looked at her, didn't try to persuade her further, and just held her even tighter.
...
August 17th, outside the Colney Training Base, a business car slowly drove up and then stopped.
Maël and Mendes got out with smiles on their faces, and accompanied by Mr. Wenger, Philip, Hans, and others, walked towards the club's Media Room.
"Click, click...!"
Ten minutes later, under the inevitable flashing lights, Mr. Wenger and Maël walked into the Media Room and sat down at the signing table.
"The theme of this issue is to stay, everything is confirmed, Maël will sign a new contract."
Mr. Wenger revealed this to the reporters with a radiant face, which also completely reassured countless Arsenal fans, "We will pursue bigger dreams and more honors in the new season."
Maël nodded with a smile, then picked up the pen and signed his name in several places on the new contract.
The contract term remained unchanged, but his weekly salary increased from £150,000 to £330,000, an increase that exceeded his previous total salary!
+180k!
I wonder how excited that kid who used to get excited about receiving a weekly salary of just a few thousand pounds and calling his family would be if he could imagine the scene two years later.
The Premier League's weekly salary is based on a 54-week system, which means that this £330,000 weekly salary represents a pre-tax annual salary of 17.82 million, and a post-tax annual salary of £10.692 million! Without a doubt, this is now the highest salary in the Premier League, and Tévez, who ranks second, can't even see Maël's shadow.
Moreover, this contract also includes a £10 million signing fee and a brand new bonus contract!
Facilitated by Mendes, Arsenal also gave Maël a contract with tiered bonuses, almost the same as Puma's, except for the lack of overlapping endorsement fees.
The only difference is that this contract also has very humane additional rewards for winning the double, treble, and even the theoretically possible septuple crown.
For the double crown, Maël can get 1.2 times the total bonus, and for each additional crown after that, add 0.2 times, up to 2.2 times! "Swish, swish...!"
Maël wrote the last name, raised his head refreshed, smiled at the reporters, waiting for their questions, he now has a strong desire to express himself.
"Congratulations, Mr. Maël, what are your feelings about signing the new contract?" A reporter stood up and asked with a smile.
"Very good."
Maël replied simply, thought for a while and then said, "But maybe not as excited as I imagined when I first debuted? I thought at the time that if I could get a contract of around £250,000, I would jump up with joy."
"It can only be said that the situation is different, and the mentality is also different."
The reporter added, then smiled and said, "Did Mr. Maël know two years ago that he would get a big contract in the future?"
"You could say that." Maël nodded, "I just didn't know when I would get it, or how much I would get, and now I have a very specific feeling."
"Haha..." Many reporters laughed, and another person stood up and said, "After getting the highest salary in the Premier League, what is the first thing you want to do?"
Maël didn't rush to answer, thought about it carefully for a while, and leaned close to the microphone to say, "Go take a look at my trophy room and see exactly what things are blessing me to get this money."
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
Half an hour later, Maël drove his Ferrari 458, carrying Isabella to his trophy room.
Along the way, he drove with the top down, one hand outside, straightening his back so that the top of his head stuck out of the roof to enjoy the breeze, feeling the smugness of earning 47k a day, 1.9k an hour, and about 33 pounds a minute.
Outside the door, he saw the Clermont family who had been waiting for him, and heard Ava's familiar roar, "Brother!"
Picking up Ava, he stepped into the magnificent trophy room.
Come to think of it, it's been a long time since he's been here. Looking at the dazzling and brand-new store, he had a very strange feeling.
In the very center of the store was a replica of the Henri Delaunay Trophy, next to the Premier League Championship Trophy and the EFL Championship Trophy. This was the order he requested, 'first love' still has a special meaning.
Looking to the side, there were the very exquisite Community Shield Cup trophy and the EFL Cup trophy.
The 5 championships were all placed in the most conspicuous position, allowing people to see all his important achievements in the past 2 years at a glance.
In the cabinets on both sides, there were his various Golden Boots and Best Player awards. Best Player of the Match had been removed, one because there were too many, and the other because he didn't need them to fill the space now.
In addition to these, there were also some of his hat-trick and four-goal game balls, special commemorative balls, and some special photos, next to which were written the date and specific event of his winning the honor.
Maël had a silly smile on his face all the time, and he just stared blankly for a long, long time.
After a while, Isabella couldn't help but touch him, and asked curiously, "Leon, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking..."
Maël thought for a moment, and touched the edges and corners of the Community Shield Cup trophy, "How many new things can I put here next year, and how many new photos can I put on the wall at home."
"Giggle...!"
Isabella laughed, her smile very beautiful. She tossed her hair and said, "You say that every time, why don't you just not think about it, just focus on the experience, anyway, you can always do well."
Maël also smiled, full of confidence in the upcoming new season, "Yeah, I can always do well."
August 18th, the first round of the Premier League arrived, and Arsenal faced Sunderland in this game.
They only have 2 Premier League games in the entire August, playing Sunderland and then Stoke City. On August 31st, the UEFA awards ceremony will begin.
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