Old Krenke felt a bit embarrassed all of a sudden. He glanced at Wenger and found that the latter was smiling without speaking.
"Haha....." He let out a dry laugh twice, choosing to let someone else have the moment, "Then let's have Philip, who has also worked hard this season, come forward."
Philip nodded and stepped up, waiting by the camera.
"Here you go." Hans brought up the trophy and handed it to Ma'el.
Ma'el lifted the trophy from both sides, grinning as he walked to Wenger's side amid envious gazes.
Philip looked at the two of them and the championship trophy in their hands. His chest trembled slightly as he breathed. He lowered his head to adjust his emotions, and when he looked up again, his eyes were red.
"You waited, Wenger! The light you chased at the beginning of the season finally shines into your heart!
"Come on.....!
"Cheese.....!"
