Just like at the beginning of the season, he extended his right hand when he was still ten meters away from Wenger and gradually slowed down.
He saw the radiant expression on Wenger's face, the delight at the corners of his mouth and eyes, and he also saw the other extend his right hand.
"Clap!"
The two men's right hands came together with a heavy slap and then embraced tightly.
"We did it!" Ma'el shouted in Wenger's ear, feeling the professor's body tremble.
"Yes, we did it." Wenger said nothing else, only repeating Ma'el's words in a trembling voice. His current mood was known to no one but himself.
Ma'el quickly turned away to celebrate with his teammates, then ran to his position, waiting for the real end of the match.
Wenger, on the other hand, stayed in place, first taking off his jacket and then putting it back on, adjusting his sleeves and tie.
He then went to the mirror near the bench, tidying up his hair.
