"I need to make a correction."
Sagna placed both hands on Ma'el's shoulders, jumping and laughing: "Dun-dun-dun-dun... I have a friend who drives a Bugatti on the sidelines and performs a swan dance on the defender line...!"
"Why a Bugatti?"
Ma'el remembered the dance named after him, noticed the change, and asked with a smile.
"Because you're also French."
Sagna didn't stop his actions, explaining: "French people should drive French supercars, and Bugatti obviously rhymes better.
"Come on! Let's dance together! Give me a season, I want to spread it among the entire Arsenal fan circle!"
Sagna grabbed Ma'el's hand, leading him into a magical hip dance, occasionally twisting his shoulders and shaking his head, filled with joy.
Initially, Ma'el didn't accept it, but after feeling the joyous atmosphere in the locker room, he gradually immersed himself, happily joining the dance group.
"Ole... OleOle...!!"
