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football-rambles · 8 years ago

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Knocked to The Ground - Hector Bellerin

love your page! can you write one where a girl from new york studies abroad in london and bumps into hector bellerin in a cafe or bar or somewhere and they end up together? - Request by Anon

Here it is! Thanks so much for Requesting. I really hope you like it, and that I did this prompt justice. I think I did! Anyway I hope you enjoy it!

I was offered the opportunity to go and live over in London to study for a year. Apart from New York, London was probably one of my favourite places to visit. I had visited before, with my parents one holiday but that was it.

I followed English football, more than American football. Although I didn’t have a specific team I supported I did like watching Arsenal. But while I was studying I had made plans to go to visit stadiums and try and attend matches while I was over here.

I had been in London for the last couple of days, to settle in my flat and find my feet around the place. Finding where my lectures would be and different tubes I would need to take to and from my flat.

Thankfully the Underground was just a minute down the road. I realised I probably would be thankful for. I had decided to go and check out the nightlife around my flat as I noticed there were a couple of bars around where I was going to be living.

Deciding to dress up for the occasion when I still had boxes to unpack was a not a good idea, I manage to pick a dress from the box. Thankfully clean, so I decided to wear that with my boots. It was only for a drink to try out the local bars.

I decided to walk into the bar that was just around the corner of the flat. Walking in, I thought it was more of a restaurant than an actual bar. Making my way over towards the bar.

I sat up on the bar stool and ordered a drink. Looking around the place, it was quite busy the tables around was all full up, I wouldn't expect anything less being in London.

It wasn’t long before someone came over to me. We spoke for at least an hour, I found out he is attending the school I am for the year. Learning his name was Justin. I said my goodbyes as I was going to head home and finish unpacking.

As I was making my way towards the door, I was searching for my phone which had found its way down the bottom of my bag. Before I crashed into someone. I caught my heel on the floor and my ankle gave in which I fell down to the ground.

“Ow,” I screeched slightly as I could hear conversations around me pause. This is so embarrassing I thought. I checked my ankle to see if it was okay, taking my shoes off.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking. Are you okay?” I hear I was about to shout back at the person. I looked up to see who it was. Hector Bellerin.

Suddenly the pain had gone. “Oh no, It was my fault. I was looking for my bag and wasn’t looking where I should have been” I say, gathering my bag that had various of things starting to fall out.

He held his hand out for me, which I gratefully accepted. He pulled me up. I straightened my dress and looked at the football player. “I can’t believe I have knocked down a beautiful girl like yourself” He spoke, you could just tell he was Spanish.

“It’s fine. I can tell people it was you who knocked me down” I chuckled at him. “Oh no, please don’t leak it to the media” He replied back, with a hint of joking in his voice.

“You lucky I like Arsenal and wouldn’t want any bad press for them...So you escaped it this time.” I tell him, smiling. “You like Arsenal? I thought with your accent” He starts.

“You thought because I’m from America that I’ve lived under a rock these years and not heard of English football? I mean Hello? David Beckham.” I teased. Hector's facial expression fell again. “I didn’t mean to offend you, I was just digging myself in a deep hole. Well, you know me, so it's only right I know your name that I knocked down” He asked.

I smiled and nodded “Y/N” I replied. He nodded. “Well, it's lovely to meet you Y/N...Do you want me to walk you out to a car?” He asked. I shook my head “I live around the corner so I will walk, it’s okay” I tell him.

“Well at least let me walk you home.” He offers. I stared at him for a second. “Okay...Sure” I say. Hector lead me out of the door as we started to walk down the road.

“you're from America?” He asked. I nodded “Yeah. New York actually. I got the opportunity to come and study over here for a year” I explained. He nodded. “Wow, that's cool and what are you studying?” He asked.

“Law,” I replied as I stopped out of the door to the building. “This is me, ” I tell him. He nodded. “Wel, I guess this is goodnight. I’m sorry I knocked you over.” He says. I smiled and shrugged. “It’s okay, No harm done” I say looking down at my bare feet.

“How about I make it upto you and I can show you around the stadium?” He offers. Yes. I thought. I smirk “Will Olivier Giroud be there? cause if so I’m in” I joke.

Hector placed his hand over his chest. “Ouch” He spoke. I laughed. “That would be lovely, I would like that” I smile. We exchanged phone numbers and said our goodbyes.

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I went to the Emirates Stadium a week later, and got to meet majority of the players and tell them how me and Hector met. It was lovely to spend more time with Hector, he wasn’t at all how I would imagine him.

We kept sending texts to one another and went out for dinner a few times. It wasn’t long until we we’re a couple. Because apparently these days you have to post a photo on instagram and you’re dating. I’m hoping that the year doesn’t go quick because I don’t want to go back to America yet.

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I hope you like it! Let me know. I loved writing this one:)

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footbaliimagines · 8 years ago

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cynical (a calum chambers imagine)

Summary: love at first sight is all well and good if you believe in that kind of thing; Calum realises he’s a massive cynic- until he meets her

Calum never used to believe in love at first sight. In fact, he dismissed it as a pile of shit. A colossal, steaming pile of shit designed to sell romantic comedies and cheesy Valentine’s day gifts and false, unrealistic, unattainable promises.

But when she walked in, shook his hand, smiled at him and introduced herself, he knew, deep down, that he was somewhat screwed. And whenever her jumper slipped down her shoulder as she moved and revealed an inch of her skin, or her scent of her perfume drifted over in his direction, he realised he wasn’t screwed, but fucked. Absolutely, utterly and royally fucked.

"You’ll like her, I promise.“ Hector had stated after telling him her name, with a self-assured nod.

He’d shrugged it off and sipped his beer instead of replying, beads of condensation from the glass wetting his fingers. He was a footballer, for God’s sake. He met lots of pretty girls, and had come to realise that it was just part of the job.

Often, girls would fancy him, and make the first move, and Calum, similar to the majority of twenty-something year old men, would go along with it. A few dates, probably a lot of sex, a few photos that would definitely turn up on their Instagram months after their fling had fizzled out, and then eventually a chat in which Calum would discover that they had different priorities. They wanted a relationship, he didn’t. They wanted commitment, he couldn’t give it to them. They wanted Arsenal season tickets and the chance to gain a few thousand Instagram followers, he realised he’d rather just stay at home and play FIFA.

Tiring and repetitive, like an endlessly recurring cycle.

"She’s funny. And smart! Like seriously smart.” Hector had added, nonchalantly.

And then he went off on one about Scarlett again, his new girlfriend, for the tenth time in the space of approximately twenty minutes, Calum noted. He told him that when she smiled, he felt like the sun was blinding him, and that whenever he saw her, a feeling of complete and utter calmness washed over him. To Calum, number one cynic and the ever-present voice of reason when it came to love, this was just meaningless drabble. Hector had fallen for a girl far too quickly, things would inevitably turn sour and it would all end in tears in a few weeks. As per usual.

“Scarlett is the most beautiful woman on the entire planet, probably. And the funniest too.” Hector rambled. “She’s the one, I’m telling you."

Calum couldn’t stop himself from choking on his beer. "Fucking hell mate, calm down. It’s been, what, 4 months?”

“Whatever. You’re just cynical. Ever since you and Becca broke up-”

“Please don’t,” Calum groaned and winced, leaning forward on the table and resting his forehead on his palms.

“Sorry, sorry.” he shrugged. “Anyway-” he deliberately dragged out his words. “I can’t wait for you to meet my Scarlett. And- don’t argue- I can’t wait for you to meet someone as right for you as she is for me.”

“I can’t wait to get tonight over and done with so I can go home and watch Game of Thrones instead.”

“I can’t wait to prove you wrong.”

“Fuck off, mate.”

That exchange had taken place fifteen minutes ago. Now, he was sat opposite a girl whose smile lit up the entire bar and whose presence left him giddy. Calum looked across the table at her, at the way her eyes were crinkling up at a shitty joke Hector told and a dimple formed on her right cheek, and felt a weird feeling pass through him- a bizarre mixture of excitement and calmness.

(As well as an ember of annoyance when he realised that he totally owed Hector an apology for mocking his declarations of romance and belief in love at first sight).

It was a strange feeling. That was one thing that Calum could agree on, as his head spun a million miles an hour.

(And though it made him extremely dizzy, and he was pretty sure that if she smiled at him like that one more time he would fall backwards off his chair, it was a feeling he didn’t feel like getting rid of just yet).

“So, did you watch the game at the weekend?” He had to play it safe. Had to go for the usual, fool proof first line he would use to woo a girl, make sure that he impressed from the get-go so that when he would undoubtedly get flustered and trip up on his words in a few minutes he had something to fall back on.

“I did. You got seriously lucky with that penalty, and I hope the result gives you a kick up the arse because something clearly needs reworking and I’m not sure if anyone has any clue what it is.”

His face falls, he sees Scarlett laugh and Hector roll his eyes, and then he quirks his eyebrow at her in amusement. “Not an Arsenal fan, I gather?”

“Spurs born and bred.”

“Ah. Makes sense.”

“I think you’re dead good, though. Just because I’m a Spurs fan doesn’t mean I’m entirely delusional.”

She’s smiling at him with a teasing glint in her eyes, giving him a hard time with funny little sarcastic comments and not caring at all about trying to impress him. It makes him all the more intrigued; it’s rare that he would meet a girl who wouldn’t simply bat their eyelashes at him and laugh at his (often crap) jokes in an attempt to spend take him home.

Not only that, but she’s funny and confident and her wit is quicker than he knew was possible. She even likes the Kooks.

“How can you say you support Spurs and then claim you’re not delusional in the same sentence?” Hector pipes up.

“Oh, Mr Bellerin, how funny you are.” She rolled her eyes before her straight face faltered and returned to the grin that had sent Calum reeling.

“Play nice.” Scarlett chides.

“Don’t make me play nice with your boyfriend when he’s being a dick to me.” She fires back, before elbowing Hector and crossing her arms in a huff. “I’m the reason you guys met in the first place, Hec. Don’t be a twat or I’ll make her dump you.”

“And I don’t want you coming to my house in the middle of the night crying, so on behalf of my sanity and well being, please stop.” Calum jokes and she laughs, louder this time, and it rings like a symphony to his ears.

It’s carefree and light and melodic, better than any of that Mozart’s shoddy work that he’d been forced to play on the piano as a child, sweeter than Beethoven’s 1st symphony (which he found out was her favourite symphony of his.) and more addictive than Chance the Rapper’s new album (which he truly believed was the greatest album of the 21st century.)

The night goes by quickly (far too quickly, for Calum’s liking) and before the barman had even shouted last call, Hector and Scarlett had quickly word vomited out hasty goodbyes and capered off out the back door. “I should probably get going, too.” She glanced down at her watch and frowned, picking up her handbag.

“Yeah, same.” He scrambles to his feet and waits for her to stand up before walking with her to the door of the pub.

It’s a lot cooler outside and there’s a breeze causing her hair to fly manically around her face, strands (that Calum desperately wants to reach over and tuck behind her ear) falling loose from her messy ponytail. “I’m just going to wait for a taxi.” She says, as he offers his arm to her and she takes it with a small smile as they begin to walk down the street.

He’s pretty sure that the feeling of her hand hooked into the crook of his elbow is the greatest feeling on the planet. Better, he found himself thinking, than anything that could take ever place on a football pitch. Than scoring a penalty in a World Cup final, than lifting the Premier League trophy in front of tens of thousands of loyal supporters, than making a goal line clearance.

And his jacket hanging off her shoulders, doing a pretty shitty job of protecting her against the wind, was also a pretty great sight.

(Plus, if better views existed, Calum certainly hadn’t seen them.)

“You know, I’m pretty sure Hector was trying to set us up.” She states, breaking the silence.

Feeling his hands grow sweaty, he croaked out a nervous, “Yeah?”

He feels her nod beside him. “Didn’t do a bad job, for once. Better than last time, when he tried to set me up with some Brazilian guy from his team despite knowing that I can’t speak a single word of Portuguese. It was a very long night.”

“Hector’s like that.” He chuckles. “Bit of a sop. A hopeless romantic”

“I can’t be arsed with that. I mean, I’m happy for him and Scarlett and everything- but she’s told me they’ve discussed marriage and it makes me feel a bit nauseous. I mean, I don’t even own my own kettle and there they are making these big decisions at 21 years old.”

He can’t think of anything to say in response and nods instead, and while he wishes he could come up with some witty or smart or insightful comment to elicit a smile or a laugh he’s pretty sure she just wants him to listen. “I know what you mean.”

She proceeds to ask him if he believes in love at first sight, and to his immense surprise, he finds himself nodding confidently. She laughs in his face. "God, you’re delusional.” she teased, laughing that pretty laugh of hers that Calum found himself getting hooked on, again and again.

“Ah, I would say romantic, but you do you.”

She scoffed. “I’m plenty romantic. Super into grand gestures and soppy films and all that. Doesn’t mean I’m dippy enough to believe in love at first sight.”

“Oh, so cynical.”

“That’s precisely how Hector described me to you, as a matter of fact.” She muses, as a cab pulls up at the curb beside her. “I guess I’ll be off then.”

(Maybe he’s reading the situation completely wrong, or he could be looking at everything through pretty hazy rose tinted glasses, but he’s pretty sure he can detect a hint of disappointment in her voice.)

He unlinks their arms and the sudden gap between them feels like it could separate continents.

“Thank you for tonight, Calum. I had a lovely night.” She flits her gaze between the cab, pavement and his face, smiling up at him. “You’re so lovely.”

He feels himself turning beetroot red. “So are you. Lovely.”

Calum kicks himself for coming out with such an infantile response, wanting to vocalise his blossoming feelings for her more succintly (fucking hell, anything would be better than sounding like a 8-year-old and calling her ‘lovely’, he thinks, as if that word would do her justice) but she’s grinning again regardless and the next thing he knows, she’s on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

And he’s stunned, paralysed for a moment and unable to think straight or put 2 and 2 together. It takes him a good few seconds to register the fact that oh god, her hair smells like vanilla and coconut and when she reached up her hand rested against his chest and surely if her lips felt that good on his cheek, they would feel even better on his lips, right?

“You better call me.” She leans back in her cab seat, going on to rattle off her address to the driver before leaning back to look at him through the open window.. “I’ll hopefully see you soon?”

He doesn’t tell her that he would quite literally jump into the Thames in the middle of January in his underwear if it meant he could see her again. “Definitely.” He nods quickly. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

And as quickly as he had fell for her she was gone again, her cab whizzing off down the street and leaving Calum stood alone, a wide grin plastered on his face, reeling and approximately ten degrees colder than usual thanks to the fact that she had taken off with his jacket still swaddled around her shoulders.

Calum realised he had mocked Hector for the exact same thing he was currently experiencing, and for once, despite his usual stubbornness, didn’t give a shit in the slightest.

(Cynical, he thought, thinking back to what Hector had called him earlier. Cynical my arse.)

A.N.: I know I said I wanted to work through some of my requests but I just love calum sooooo much and was itching to write something else about him considering how great the feedback was last time on ‘the first time’ (what a mouthful)

(also I know I mentioned calum being at arsenal despite him being on loan at boro but lets just look over that. and the stuff about arsenal needing reworking was bullshit so pls dont read into it i just needed the character to show that she was a spurs fan lol) please carry on sending requests and I really hope you liked this because I spent quite a lot of time on it and I think it’s my fave imagine so far :+) xxx

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tipsoctopus · 5 years ago

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Football & Covid-19: When it comes down to it, absolutely no one has thought this through

The optimists tell us nothing’s really changed. OK, there are not any actual games on at the moment, and there’s chatter about clubs losing money and sacking staff, but well, that’s just normal chatter. That’s what the media always does. Scaremongering.

They say the season isn’t going to start until sometime in the 22nd century, but they always try to worry us. They’re just filling space in the paper. It’s just like those transfer rumours: they give us 100 players we are going sign this summer and we sign none of them. Rumour, rumour, rumour then we promote three youngsters and buy someone who’s never been talked about.

OK there’s a bit of a problem in some clubs, and maybe a few will go to the wall, but that’s just the survival of the fittest thing. The big mongoose eats the crab. Tough on the crab but it probably had a good life. Until the mongoose came along.

So there will be a shakedown, a few smaller clubs will go to the wall, but some will be rescued by local businessmen who want to make a bit of a name, and we’ll carry on as before.

Besides, the little clubs that go down will probably be reborn and get a new life. Just like Wimbledon. Beat Liverpool in the FA Cup final went bust a few years later. Moved to Milton Keynes and came back, with the reborn original club playing in South London. Clubs survive.

No hang on, says the next group of thinkers if the season doesn’t get going again really soon, and so clubs don’t finish off the games, there will be a problem.

For everything to stay as it is, the broadcasters need the season finished or they will want three-quarters of a billion pounds back, and the clubs don’t have that. And we’ve only got until July to get it all sorted because the preliminary rounds of the Europa League and Champions Leagues start in July.

And if the clubs come up with some whacky scheme of playing behind closed doors with all the games played at two or three neutral stadia, in order to rush it all through, it only needs one player to get the virus, and it will all be cancelled again. Is that really going to work?

Isolation Busters: The only quiz you need to cure your boredom

OK, so the problems take a bit longer to resolve than we thought, but we can still finish off this season, even if it is in September / October. We just change next season.

Which is ok, except for two things. First, next season will be shortened and the clubs will still lose broadcasting money because there will be fewer games.

And second, lots of clubs are already on the edge. Clubs like Barcelona, which has apparently run out of cash already because in the summer it earns a fortune out of stadium tours and the museum. And they are shut.

Besides, Barcelona lives and breaths on the concept that it always buys the best players no matter how much it costs, no matter what it takes. But now the unthinkable has happened, there is no cash. Putting out the kids is not Barcelona’s style. Which is why the likes of Cesc Fabregas and Hector Bellerin left to go to Arsenal – to get games.

And if can happen to Barcelona, what about half the clubs in the Premier League?

Let’s try this a different way around. Wolverhampton Wanderers are pushing to get into the top six to get a place in Europe as the next step on their upward journey. To help them do this they are constantly investing in the club, which is fair enough.

But before this season suddenly ground to a halt, Wolves borrowed a fair chunk of money from one of the specialist financial organisations that loan money to clubs. Nothing wrong with that – it is the sort of thing that goes on all the time.

Now that firm wanted a guarantee on the money (as financial institutions always do) so Wolves pointed to the basic revenue they would get from Sky, BT and the BBC at the start of next season.

Their gamble was quite reasonable: if they make it into the top six they will be able to pay back the money easily because they will be earning far more than they budgeted for in getting this loan. And if they don’t get into Europe, ok they can still pay the money back from the TV money, and meanwhile, they’ll be able to buy more players in the summer.

But supposing the TV money doesn’t come in, because there is no football this season, then what happens to the repayment of the loan?

This is the problem: football has got used to borrowing money, with guarantees based on earnings not yet made. And mostly it works. But quite possibly it won’t this time.

In this type of situation, one club can’t pay another, who can’t pay the next and so on. And in the financial world that we will live in, after the virus has finally been beaten, there most certainly won’t be any cheap loans on the table. Those will vanish as quickly as the government’s offer to pay people’s salaries.

If the above scenario does come about, clubs will start going bust all over the place, which means defaulting on payments owed. Clubs need money, but suddenly that £50m player turns out to be only worth £7m because that’s all anyone can afford. And besides, half the players in the Premier League are for sale as clubs try to cut their costs. Players, the clubs’ biggest asset, suddenly become worth practically nothing. That guy who cost £60m last season is now worth £3m. And unfortunately, he hasn’t been paid for yet, because all transfers are paid over four years.

Now, the real problem is not that these thoughts might become reality, but rather that few people have started to think what to do if we get anywhere near the third thought, let alone the fourth or fifth. There is no planning for this sort of problem because most clubs have been living on the financial edge for years. The money comes in from TV, etc, the money goes out on wages.

When the bandwagon falls over, clubs will go into meltdown and banks will call in the debts – no matter how unpopular that will make them. Don’t think TSB or Natwest or Barclays will say, “No, we can’t call in that club’s debt because all their fans will close their accounts with us,” because that thinking is not going to happen. Banks, like everyone else, are taking a hammering at the moment, and they will want their money back on the date specified, payment with interest in full.

Clubs will go into administration, the administrators will do a fire sale of players, and then sell the ground for housing development.

The clubs with actual money in the bank (not the wealthiest clubs, but the clubs with cash) will be fine. The rest will be watching the cliff edge get closer day by day

And what is the answer to that?

“Oh that won’t happen,” I am told. Which is why newspapers are still full of stories of all the players clubs will be buying this summer. As if nothing untoward is happening.

We are walking backwards, blindfolded with the lights off towards the cliff edge. Of course, we might be able to stop and walk forwards again, but it is certainly not guaranteed.

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dragnews · 7 years ago

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Arsenal mark Wenger

LONDON, (Reuters) – – Arsenal manager Arsene Wenger signed off in style as they thrashed Burnley 5-0 in his last Premier League home game on Sunday with the kind of dominant performance he would have wanted after 22 years in charge.

Soccer Football – Premier League – Arsenal vs Burnley – Emirates Stadium, London, Britain – May 6, 2018 Arsenal manager Arsene Wenger waves to the fans after the match REUTERS/Ian Walton

Wenger was given a guard of honor from both teams and the match officials before kickoff, and received roars of support throughout the match from the home fans, most of whom had donned their complimentary red “Merci Arsene” T-shirts.

Arsenal’s January record signing, Gabon striker Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang, opened the scoring in the 14th minute at The Emirates, racing into the area to guide home Alexandre Lacazette’s cross with the outside of his right foot.

France striker Lacazette then doubled the lead for the Gunners just before halftime, volleying in a low ball from Hector Bellerin on the right side of the goal.

Second-half strikes from Sead Kolasinac, Aubameyang again and Alex Iwobi put the game well beyond Burnley’s reach.

Burnley, who narrowly avoided relegation last season but are now preparing for their first season of European soccer since 1967, with qualification for the Europa League, had been hoping before the game to pull level on 57 points with Arsenal.

Soccer Football – Premier League – Arsenal vs Burnley – Emirates Stadium, London, Britain – May 6, 2018 Arsenal’s Per Mertesacker reacts as he waves to the fans at the end of the match REUTERS/Ian Walton

Instead, the result means the Gunners will finish the season in sixth place, with Burnley one place behind them in seventh.

The visitors suffered an early setback when Ashley Barnes, their joint top-scorer this season, crashed into the back of Arsenal’s Granit Xhaka and walked slowly off the field minutes later, cradling his left arm, to be replaced by Sam Vokes.

Arsenal’s emphatic victory, which matched their best result this season, was little consolation for the midweek loss in the Europa League semi-final to Atletico Madrid, however, which meant they miss out on Champions League soccer next season.

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“MERCI, ARSENE”

After the game the Arsenal team and staff formed another guard of honor to say farewell to Wenger and captain Per Mertesacker, who will manage the club’s academy next season.

The German central defender came on briefly at the end of the match and drew huge cheers every time he touched the ball.

Former Arsenal and Scotland goalkeeper Bob Wilson then led the tributes to Wenger on the pitch, backed by huge letter-boards spelling out “Merci Arsene”.

“He has built the Arsenal that we know and love today. He has changed the face of football in this country. Hundreds of players owe their careers to him,” Wilson told the crowd, all standing for the occasion.

Pat Rice, Wenger’s assistant throughout his years at the club, then presented the 68-year-old Frenchman with the gold “Invincibles” trophy given to the club after their 2003-04 season, when the team won the league without losing a match.

Wenger first expressed his best wishes for his old rival, former Manchester United boss Alex Ferguson, who was taken into hospital on Saturday after suffering a brain hemorrhage, before bidding his own farewell to the fans.

“Thank you all for having me for such a long time – I know that’s not easy,” he said, drawing a laugh from the crowd.

“Above all I am, like you, an Arsenal fan,” Wenger said to warm applause before saying farewell.

Reporting by Hugh Lawson, editing by Pritha Sarkar and Ken Ferris

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dani-qrt · 7 years ago

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Arsenal mark Wenger

Soccer Football – Premier League – Arsenal vs Burnley – Emirates Stadium, London, Britain – May 6, 2018 Arsenal manager Arsene Wenger waves to the fans after the match REUTERS/Ian Walton

France striker Lacazette then doubled the lead for the Gunners just before halftime, volleying in a low ball from Hector Bellerin on the right side of the goal.

Second-half strikes from Sead Kolasinac, Aubameyang again and Alex Iwobi put the game well beyond Burnley’s reach.

Instead, the result means the Gunners will finish the season in sixth place, with Burnley one place behind them in seventh.

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“MERCI, ARSENE”

After the game the Arsenal team and staff formed another guard of honor to say farewell to Wenger and captain Per Mertesacker, who will manage the club’s academy next season.

The German central defender came on briefly at the end of the match and drew huge cheers every time he touched the ball.

Former Arsenal and Scotland goalkeeper Bob Wilson then led the tributes to Wenger on the pitch, backed by huge letter-boards spelling out “Merci Arsene”.

“Thank you all for having me for such a long time – I know that’s not easy,” he said, drawing a laugh from the crowd.

“Above all I am, like you, an Arsenal fan,” Wenger said to warm applause before saying farewell.

Reporting by Hugh Lawson, editing by Pritha Sarkar and Ken Ferris

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party-hard-or-die · 7 years ago

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Arsenal mark Wenger

Soccer Football – Premier League – Arsenal vs Burnley – Emirates Stadium, London, Britain – May 6, 2018 Arsenal manager Arsene Wenger waves to the fans after the match REUTERS/Ian Walton

France striker Lacazette then doubled the lead for the Gunners just before halftime, volleying in a low ball from Hector Bellerin on the right side of the goal.

Second-half strikes from Sead Kolasinac, Aubameyang again and Alex Iwobi put the game well beyond Burnley’s reach.

Instead, the result means the Gunners will finish the season in sixth place, with Burnley one place behind them in seventh.

Slideshow (4 Images)

“MERCI, ARSENE”

After the game the Arsenal team and staff formed another guard of honor to say farewell to Wenger and captain Per Mertesacker, who will manage the club’s academy next season.

The German central defender came on briefly at the end of the match and drew huge cheers every time he touched the ball.

Former Arsenal and Scotland goalkeeper Bob Wilson then led the tributes to Wenger on the pitch, backed by huge letter-boards spelling out “Merci Arsene”.

“Thank you all for having me for such a long time – I know that’s not easy,” he said, drawing a laugh from the crowd.

“Above all I am, like you, an Arsenal fan,” Wenger said to warm applause before saying farewell.

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Soccer Football – Premier League – Arsenal vs Burnley – Emirates Stadium, London, Britain – May 6, 2018 Arsenal manager Arsene Wenger waves to the fans after the match REUTERS/Ian Walton

France striker Lacazette then doubled the lead for the Gunners just before halftime, volleying in a low ball from Hector Bellerin on the right side of the goal.

Second-half strikes from Sead Kolasinac, Aubameyang again and Alex Iwobi put the game well beyond Burnley’s reach.

Instead, the result means the Gunners will finish the season in sixth place, with Burnley one place behind them in seventh.

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“MERCI, ARSENE”

After the game the Arsenal team and staff formed another guard of honor to say farewell to Wenger and captain Per Mertesacker, who will manage the club’s academy next season.

The German central defender came on briefly at the end of the match and drew huge cheers every time he touched the ball.

Former Arsenal and Scotland goalkeeper Bob Wilson then led the tributes to Wenger on the pitch, backed by huge letter-boards spelling out “Merci Arsene”.

“Thank you all for having me for such a long time – I know that’s not easy,” he said, drawing a laugh from the crowd.

“Above all I am, like you, an Arsenal fan,” Wenger said to warm applause before saying farewell.

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