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The match against Bayern Munich was coming soon, and Arsenal intended to be ready.
The players remained gathered near the center of the training pitch for a few more moments after Arsène Wenger finished speaking.
The breeze moved lightly across the grass as the squad slowly began dispersing again.
Some players bent forward to stretch their hamstrings once more.
Others walked toward the sideline to grab water bottles.
The training session had not been particularly intense, but after the long travel from Australia and the jet lag that still lingered in their bodies, even light drills had begun to wake their muscles again.
Francesco wiped a small bead of sweat from his forehead as he walked toward the sideline.
Nearby, Kyle Walker grabbed a bottle and took a long drink.
"Okay," Walker said, exhaling afterward. "Now I actually feel like I'm awake."
Francesco smirked.
"See? Training fixes everything."
Walker shook his head.
"Not everything. But it helps."
Across the field, Virgil van Dijk and Shkodran Mustafi were casually knocking the ball back and forth with controlled touches while talking quietly.
Even after the official drills had ended, footballers rarely stopped touching the ball.
It was instinct.
Giroud, meanwhile, stood near the small goal joking with Walcott about who had scored more goals during training.
"I counted two," Olivier Giroud insisted.
"You counted wrong," Theo Walcott replied with a grin.
Laughter drifted lightly across the pitch.
For a preseason session, the atmosphere felt relaxed.
But everyone knew that the real challenge of this stop on the tour was still coming.
Their next opponent.
One of the strongest clubs in Europe.
Bayern Munich.
The assistant coaches soon began calling the players back toward the sideline.
Training equipment was collected.
Balls rolled into equipment bags.
The morning session had served its purpose.
As the players walked back toward the building of the Shanghai Port F.C. training complex, conversations naturally returned to the upcoming match.
"Bayern never really treat preseason like preseason," Walker said while walking beside Francesco.
Francesco nodded.
"They play to win."
Walker shrugged.
"So do we."
Inside the dressing room, the players removed their boots and training shirts while staff began distributing recovery drinks and towels.
Sweat-soaked kits were tossed into laundry baskets.
Cold water bottles were passed around.
Van Dijk leaned back in his seat for a moment while stretching his legs.
"Good pitch," he said.
"Yeah," Mustafi agreed.
Francesco sat quietly for a moment while tying the laces of his trainers again.
Outside the dressing room window, the bright Shanghai sunlight reflected across the green training fields.
The preparation had begun.
But the real test would come in a few days.
The next few days moved quickly.
Life during a preseason tour always followed a similar rhythm.
Morning training sessions.
Recovery work.
Team meetings.
Meals together at the hotel.
Occasional media commitments.
And small moments where the players explored parts of the city.
For the Arsenal squad, those days in Shanghai passed with a mixture of focus and curiosity.
Training intensity gradually increased under Wenger's careful supervision.
Each day, the drills became sharper.
More tactical.
More structured.
The coaching staff studied Bayern Munich's tendencies carefully.
Video sessions showed clips of Bayern's pressing style, their quick transitions, and the movement of their attacking players.
During one of the tactical meetings, Wenger stood before the screen calmly explaining the adjustments Arsenal would need to make.
"Bayern will press high," he said.
"Especially through the middle."
The players watched closely as video clips showed Bayern's midfield pressing patterns.
"We must move the ball quickly," Wenger continued.
"Do not allow them to control the rhythm."
Francesco listened carefully while studying the clips.
Even during preseason, matches against clubs like Bayern always carried a certain intensity.
And then, almost before the squad realized how quickly time had passed—
The match day arrived.
Morning sunlight spilled through the tall hotel windows again.
But this time the atmosphere felt different.
More focused.
More serious.
Today was the day they would face Bayern Munich.
Francesco woke early.
Not because of jet lag this time.
But because of the familiar tension that always came before a match.
After breakfast and the usual pre-match routine, the players returned to their rooms briefly before gathering again in the lobby.
Outside the hotel entrance, the team bus waited once more.
The destination today was one of the most famous stadiums in China.
Shanghai Stadium.
The match between Arsenal and Bayern Munich had attracted enormous attention.
Thousands of fans had already begun gathering near the stadium hours before kickoff.
Inside the bus, the players settled into their seats quietly.
Some listened to music.
Others simply stared out the windows.
The mood felt calm but concentrated.
Walker leaned across the aisle toward Francesco.
"You nervous?" he asked.
Francesco shrugged slightly.
"Just ready."
Walker nodded.
"Same."
The bus pulled away from the hotel and began the journey toward the stadium.
Traffic was heavier today.
Many vehicles on the roads carried fans heading toward the same destination.
Red shirts.
Scarves.
Banners.
Even from the bus windows, it was clear that excitement was building across the city.
After nearly forty minutes, the massive structure of Shanghai Stadium appeared ahead.
Its huge circular frame rose above the surrounding streets.
Outside, thousands of supporters were already filling the plaza areas around the stadium.
Police and stadium security directed traffic carefully as the team buses approached the restricted entrance.
When the Arsenal bus turned into the players' entrance tunnel, the outside noise became a distant echo.
The vehicle rolled slowly down the ramp before finally stopping beside the stadium interior entrance.
"Alright," one of the staff members called.
"Let's go."
The players stood and grabbed their bags.
The bus door opened.
And the Arsenal squad stepped into the stadium.
The corridors inside the stadium were wide and brightly lit.
Security staff and stadium personnel guided the team toward their designated dressing room.
Even though the stadium was still filling with fans, the distant roar of the crowd was already echoing faintly through the concrete hallways.
Francesco walked beside Walker as they followed the staff.
"Big stadium," Walker said quietly.
Francesco nodded.
"Yeah."
Soon they reached the Arsenal dressing room.
The door opened.
Inside, everything had been prepared.
Clean lockers.
Training kits laid out neatly.
Boot racks positioned along the wall.
The players stepped inside and began preparing for the warm-up.
They changed into their training kits.
Boots were laced tightly.
Tape wrapped around ankles.
Francesco sat quietly while adjusting the captain's armband that had been placed at his locker.
Today he would captain Arsenal.
Across the room, Van Dijk pulled his shirt over his shoulders.
"You ready, skipper?" he asked with a smile.
Francesco nodded.
"Always."
Soon the players walked through the tunnel and emerged onto the pitch for warm-up.
The sight that greeted them was impressive.
The stands of Shanghai Stadium were already packed with fans.
Thousands of voices echoed across the stadium.
Many supporters wore Arsenal shirts.
Others wore Bayern Munich colors.
The energy in the stadium buzzed with excitement.
As the Arsenal players stepped onto the grass, cheers rose from sections of the crowd.
Phones lifted into the air as fans recorded videos and took photos.
The players jogged across the pitch while the assistant coaches began organizing the warm-up drills.
Light passing.
Short sprints.
Shooting practice.
Francesco moved smoothly through the exercises.
Every touch of the ball helped sharpen his focus.
Across the pitch, Bayern Munich players had begun their warm-up as well.
Among them stood Thomas Müller, who would captain Bayern for the match.
The two teams warmed up on opposite halves of the field.
Two giants of European football preparing to face each other.
After twenty minutes, the warm-up concluded.
The players jogged toward the tunnel again.
Back in the dressing room, the players quickly changed from training kits into their official match kits.
Red shirts.
White sleeves.
White shorts.
Arsenal colors ready for kickoff.
As the players finished dressing, Wenger stepped forward again.
The room grew quiet.
"We will play in a 4-2-3-1 formation," Wenger said calmly.
The players listened carefully.
"The starting eleven is the same as the match against Sydney FC."
Several players nodded.
They already knew the system.
The tactics had been practiced repeatedly over the past days.
Wenger finished with a short final message.
"Play with intelligence."
"Move the ball quickly."
"And enjoy the match."
Moments later, the players walked down the tunnel and formed their line.
The referees stood at the front.
Arsenal players lined up on one side.
Bayern Munich players on the other.
Francesco stood at the front of Arsenal's line wearing the captain's armband.
Beside him stood Thomas Müller, who was captaining Bayern Munich today.
The two captains exchanged a brief nod.
"Good luck," Müller said.
"You too," Francesco replied.
Under the referee's signal, the teams began walking onto the pitch.
The roar of the crowd exploded through the stadium as the players emerged.
The teams lined up on opposite sides beside the referees.
Handshakes followed.
Players greeting each other.
Respect between two great clubs.
Then the referees called both captains to the center of the pitch.
Francesco and Müller stepped forward.
The coin was tossed into the air.
It spun briefly before landing.
Müller guessed correctly.
"Bayern ball," the referee confirmed.
Bayern Munich would kick off the match, the players returned to their positions.
The stadium buzzed with anticipation.
The players slowly walked back toward their positions after the coin toss.
The atmosphere inside Shanghai Stadium had grown louder with every passing second. The stands were packed now with waves of red and white scattered across the enormous bowl of the stadium. Some supporters wore shirts of Arsenal, others proudly displayed the red of Bayern Munich.
From the pitch, the noise felt like a constant wall of sound.
Francesco jogged back toward the center circle, adjusting the captain's armband around his sleeve. His eyes briefly scanned the field around him.
Opponents.
Teammates.
The referee positioning himself.
Across the halfway line stood Robert Lewandowski, already focused, already waiting.
Beside him hovered Thomas Müller, glancing around with that alert, almost mischievous awareness that made him such a dangerous attacker.
A few yards further back, James Rodríguez stood calmly with the ball at his feet, while Kingsley Coman stretched his legs near the touchline.
Behind them, Sebastian Rudy prepared to control the midfield.
Francesco inhaled slowly.
Preseason or not, this felt like a real match.
The referee glanced at both teams, raised his whistle…
And blew.
The match had begun.
Bayern Munich kicked off immediately, moving the ball backwards toward their midfield.
James Rodríguez received the first pass, taking a smooth touch before sliding it sideways to Rudy.
Arsenal's players immediately pushed forward to apply pressure.
Francesco jogged toward Bayern's defensive line, watching carefully as the German side began circulating the ball.
Even in preseason, Bayern's rhythm was unmistakable.
Quick.
Precise.
Confident.
Rudy clipped a pass toward Müller, who turned sharply before slipping the ball forward into space.
Lewandowski was already running.
Virgil van Dijk reacted instantly.
The Dutch defender stepped forward, reading the movement perfectly, and intercepted the pass before Lewandowski could reach it.
"Good," shouted someone from Arsenal's bench.
Van Dijk calmly passed the ball into midfield where Mesut Özil was waiting.
Özil controlled the ball with effortless ease, glancing up as Francesco made a short run ahead of him.
For a moment the two exchanged a quick one-two.
The ball moved quickly between them.
But Bayern's defenders reacted fast.
One of them stepped forward and forced Özil to pass backward instead.
The opening minutes settled into a fierce but balanced contest.
Both teams pushed forward.
Both teams wanted control.
Even though the match was technically part of a preseason tour, neither side treated it lightly.
Every tackle carried intent.
Every run had purpose.
After about ten minutes, Bayern began finding more space.
James Rodríguez drifted into a pocket of midfield and received the ball.
With one quick glance forward, he spotted Coman accelerating down the wing.
The Colombian lifted a perfectly weighted pass over Arsenal's defensive line.
Coman sprinted after it.
The crowd reacted immediately, rising slightly from their seats.
Coman reached the ball near the edge of the box and cut inside sharply.
Van Dijk closed the angle.
Mustafi stepped across to block.
Coman slipped a short pass toward Lewandowski.
The Polish striker turned quickly and fired a shot.
The ball skimmed past the post.
A collective gasp rippled through the stadium.
"Close," Walker muttered under his breath while jogging back into position.
Francesco watched Bayern carefully.
They were dangerous.
Very dangerous.
A few minutes later, Müller found space between Arsenal's midfield lines.
He received a pass from Rudy and immediately played a clever flick into Lewandowski's path.
Lewandowski struck the ball first time.
This time Arsenal's goalkeeper reacted quickly, diving to push the shot away.
The rebound bounced loose for a moment before Mustafi cleared it upfield.
Bayern had created two clear chances already.
And they were not slowing down.
Francesco wiped sweat from his forehead as he jogged toward midfield again.
"Stay calm," he called to his teammates.
They needed to respond.
Soon Arsenal began finding their rhythm as well.
Özil collected the ball near the center circle and scanned the field.
Francesco immediately moved into space between Bayern's defenders.
The German playmaker saw it instantly.
A sharp pass zipped across the grass toward Francesco's feet.
Francesco controlled it smoothly and immediately played a one-two with Özil.
The movement was quick.
Fluid.
They had practiced it dozens of times.
Francesco then shifted the ball toward Alexis Sánchez, who had drifted inward from the wing.
Sánchez returned the ball instantly.
Another one-two.
Another quick exchange.
The ball moved faster than Bayern's defenders expected.
For a moment, Francesco saw a narrow opening.
He pushed forward.
But before he could shoot, one of Bayern's center-backs slid in and blocked the attempt.
The ball deflected out for a corner.
The Arsenal fans inside the stadium applauded loudly.
Their team was beginning to push back.
The next fifteen minutes turned into a fierce tactical battle.
Every yard of space was contested.
Every loose ball chased.
Lewandowski continued receiving chances with help from Müller, James Rodríguez, Coman, and Rudy.
Their movement constantly tested Arsenal's defense.
Coman delivered several dangerous crosses.
One nearly reached Lewandowski again before Mustafi cleared it.
Another time, Müller slipped a clever pass behind the defense that forced Van Dijk to sprint back and intercept.
On the other side of the pitch, Arsenal's attacks grew sharper.
Francesco linked repeatedly with Özil, Sánchez, and Serge Gnabry.
Short one-two passes.
Quick turns.
Sudden bursts forward.
Their goal was clear.
Break Bayern's defensive line.
And challenge their goalkeeper.
Standing between the posts for Bayern was Sven Ulreich.
Ulreich remained alert throughout the half, shouting instructions to his defenders while tracking every movement in front of him.
For nearly thirty minutes, neither side could break the deadlock.
The scoreboard still showed:
0 – 0
But the tension on the pitch kept building.
Then, in the 30th minute, the breakthrough finally came.
The moment started quietly.
Arsenal regained possession deep in midfield.
The ball rolled toward Granit Xhaka.
Xhaka lifted his head.
Immediately he spotted Francesco making a sharp diagonal run between Bayern's defenders.
The Swiss midfielder didn't hesitate.
His pass sliced through the defensive line like a knife.
Perfectly timed.
Perfectly weighted.
Francesco sprinted onto it.
For a split second, only Ulreich stood between him and the goal.
The crowd rose to its feet.
Francesco took one controlled touch.
Then he struck.
The ball flew low toward the far corner.
Ulreich dove.
But the shot slipped past his fingertips.
The net rippled.
GOAL.
For a moment the stadium erupted.
Arsenal players sprinted toward Francesco as he raised his arms.
"YES!" Walker shouted while running over.
Özil arrived first, wrapping him in a quick embrace.
"Great run," the German said.
Xhaka jogged over moments later with a satisfied grin.
"Perfect timing," he said.
The scoreboard changed.
Arsenal 1 – 0 Bayern Munich.
The goal immediately triggered a response from Bayern.
Their tempo increased.
Rudy pushed further forward.
James Rodríguez began drifting deeper to control the rhythm of play.
And Müller moved constantly across the attacking line searching for gaps.
Lewandowski nearly equalized ten minutes later.
Coman raced down the wing and whipped a fast cross into the box.
Lewandowski rose above the defenders and powered a header toward goal.
The ball struck the crossbar.
Gasps echoed around the stadium.
Arsenal cleared the rebound quickly.
Francesco clapped his hands while jogging back into position.
"Focus," he called.
The half wasn't over yet.
As the clock ticked toward halftime, Arsenal launched one more attack.
Özil controlled the ball in midfield and passed to Sánchez.
The Chilean forward turned quickly, accelerating past one Bayern defender.
Francesco ran beside him briefly, dragging another defender away.
That small movement opened space.
Sánchez noticed immediately.
He drove forward toward the edge of the penalty area.
Ulreich stepped out slightly, preparing for the shot.
Sánchez didn't hesitate.
He struck the ball hard toward the corner.
The shot flew past the goalkeeper and into the net.
GOAL.
Arsenal 2 – 0 Bayern Munich.
Sánchez pumped his fist while teammates rushed toward him.
Francesco grinned while patting him on the back.
"Nice finish," he said.
The Arsenal fans inside the stadium roared with approval.
Moments later, the referee blew the whistle.
Halftime.
The players walked back through the tunnel, sweat dripping from their shirts.
Despite the lead, the match had been intense.
Inside the dressing room, the players sat down while staff handed out water bottles and towels.
A few players leaned back against the lockers catching their breath.
Francesco removed the captain's armband and wiped his face with a towel.
Then the door opened.
Arsène Wenger stepped inside.
The room quieted instantly.
Wenger looked around calmly.
"Good first half," he said.
The players listened carefully.
"But Bayern will respond," he continued.
"We must stay organized."
He paused before adding the next instruction.
"For the second half, I will make two changes."
Several players glanced up.
Wenger looked toward Francesco and Gnabry.
"You both come off."
Francesco nodded calmly.
"Giroud and Walcott will replace you."
Olivier Giroud and Theo Walcott prepared themselves.
Wenger finished the briefing with a final calm message.
"Stay focused."
"The match is not finished."
The players nodded.
The second half was coming, and Bayern Munich would not give up easily.
The dressing room slowly settled into a quiet rhythm after Arsène Wenger finished speaking.
The air inside the room was warm with the lingering scent of sweat, grass, and damp fabric. Players leaned back in their seats or rested their elbows on their knees while sipping water from plastic bottles. The halftime break always felt shorter than it actually was, especially when adrenaline from the first half still pulsed through the body.
Across the room, Olivier Giroud finished tightening the laces of his boots.
Next to him, Theo Walcott rolled his shoulders once, loosening up his muscles.
Francesco sat quietly for a moment longer, a towel draped around the back of his neck. Even though he had already been told he would come off for the second half, his mind was still replaying moments from the first forty-five minutes.
The goal.
The run.
The pass from Granit Xhaka.
The roar of the crowd inside Shanghai Stadium.
He exhaled slowly.
Preseason match or not, those moments always mattered.
Across from him, Alexis Sánchez was still energized after scoring the second goal. He leaned back against the locker with a small grin.
"Good half," Sánchez said casually.
Francesco nodded.
"Yeah."
A few lockers down, Mesut Özil stretched his legs out in front of him, eyes half closed as he rested briefly.
Then one of the assistants clapped his hands once.
"Alright, five minutes."
Immediately the room shifted again.
Players stood.
Boots were adjusted.
Shirts pulled back into place.
Giroud stood up and walked over toward Francesco.
"Nice goal," he said simply.
Francesco smiled faintly.
"Go score one now."
Giroud smirked.
"I'll try."
A few minutes later the players began walking back down the tunnel.
The sound of the crowd grew louder with every step.
Even during halftime, the energy inside the stadium hadn't faded. Fans continued singing and chanting as both teams prepared to return.
The bright lights of the pitch appeared again at the end of the tunnel.
Francesco stopped just before stepping out and lightly tapped Giroud's shoulder.
"Good luck."
Giroud nodded.
Then the teams stepped onto the pitch once more.
The second half was about to begin.
On the opposite sideline, the players of FC Bayern Munich gathered briefly around their manager.
Jupp Heynckes stood calmly near the technical area, speaking firmly but without unnecessary emotion.
His instructions were simple.
Attack.
They were two goals behind.
And he wanted his players to respond immediately.
The whistle blew.
The second half began.
From the very first minute of the second half, Bayern's intentions were obvious.
They pushed forward aggressively.
Thomas Müller dropped deeper into midfield to help build attacks.
James Rodríguez began orchestrating play with quick passes between the lines.
And on the wings, Kingsley Coman continued stretching Arsenal's defense with blistering pace.
Francesco watched from the bench now, leaning slightly forward with his elbows resting on his knees.
Beside him, Serge Gnabry sat quietly as well.
"Bayern are pushing hard," Gnabry said.
Francesco nodded.
"They have to."
On the field, Arsenal's defensive line stayed organized.
Virgil van Dijk commanded the back line calmly, constantly directing teammates with small gestures and quick shouts.
But Bayern kept coming.
Pass after pass.
Movement after movement.
They were searching for the moment when Arsenal's shape would finally open.
That moment arrived in the 57th minute.
The attack began through the center.
Rudy received the ball and quickly moved it forward toward James Rodríguez.
Rodríguez glanced up and immediately spotted Müller drifting into space between the lines.
The Colombian slipped a crisp pass toward him.
Müller controlled the ball with one touch and turned sharply.
For a split second, Arsenal's defensive line hesitated.
That was all Müller needed.
With a clever flick, he threaded the ball through the gap.
Waiting there was Robert Lewandowski.
The striker took a quick touch to steady himself.
Then he fired the ball low into the corner of the net.
Goal.
The Bayern supporters inside the stadium erupted with cheers.
Lewandowski turned and raised his arms briefly while teammates ran toward him.
On the Arsenal bench, Francesco leaned back slightly.
"Good finish," he muttered quietly.
The scoreboard now read:
Arsenal 2 – 1 Bayern Munich.
The match was alive again.
After the goal, Bayern's confidence surged.
They pressed even higher up the pitch.
Coman darted down the wing again, whipping another cross toward the penalty area.
This time Arsenal cleared the ball just in time.
Moments later, Rodríguez attempted a curling shot from outside the box that sailed just over the crossbar.
Francesco watched every moment carefully.
Preseason or not, Bayern were proving exactly why they were one of Europe's most dangerous teams.
The next ten minutes felt tense.
Arsenal absorbed pressure.
Bayern searched for another breakthrough.
Then came the response.
It started with a simple clearance from Arsenal's defense.
The ball traveled toward midfield where Xhaka controlled it calmly.
He looked up and spotted Walcott already sprinting down the right side.
Xhaka sent a quick pass forward.
Walcott accelerated onto it with explosive pace.
One Bayern defender tried to close him down.
But Walcott pushed the ball ahead and drove toward the edge of the box.
Inside the penalty area, Giroud was already moving into position.
Walcott delivered a sharp cross.
Giroud rose above the defenders.
For a split second the stadium seemed to hold its breath.
Then the French striker powered a header toward goal.
The ball flew past Sven Ulreich and smashed into the net.
GOAL.
Arsenal 3 – 1 Bayern Munich.
Giroud pumped his fist as teammates rushed toward him in celebration.
On the sideline, Wenger simply nodded calmly.
On the bench, Francesco stood and clapped loudly.
"That's it!" he shouted.
Giroud jogged back toward the center circle with a satisfied grin.
The two-goal advantage had been restored.
A few minutes later, Wenger signaled toward the fourth official.
He decided to make a defensive adjustment.
Shkodran Mustafi was called over from the bench.
Virgil van Dijk jogged toward the sideline.
The two defenders exchanged a quick handshake before Mustafi entered the field.
Meanwhile on the opposite sideline, Jupp Heynckes also made several changes.
The Bayern manager replaced three players in an attempt to refresh his team's energy.
Fresh legs entered the match.
But the challenge remained difficult.
Arsenal were organized.
Focused.
And now protecting a two-goal lead.
The remaining minutes of the match continued with fierce intensity.
Bayern pushed forward repeatedly.
Lewandowski continued searching for chances.
Müller moved constantly across the attacking line.
Rodríguez attempted several long-range shots.
But Arsenal's defense held firm.
Mustafi quickly settled into the defensive line alongside the others.
Clearances.
Blocks.
Strong tackles.
The back line absorbed the pressure again and again.
Every time Bayern pushed forward, Arsenal responded with discipline.
Meanwhile, Arsenal occasionally launched counterattacks of their own.
Walcott's pace caused problems down the wing.
Giroud battled physically with Bayern's defenders inside the box.
But the scoreline remained unchanged.
As the match moved into its final minutes, the crowd's energy shifted again.
Arsenal supporters sensed victory approaching.
Chants echoed through the stadium.
"Arsenal! Arsenal!"
Francesco sat on the bench watching the clock.
90 minutes.
Almost there.
Finally the referee glanced at his watch.
Then he raised the whistle.
And blew.
Full time.
Arsenal 3 – 1 Bayern Munich.
The players on the pitch exchanged handshakes as the tension of the match slowly faded.
Giroud received pats on the back from teammates.
Walcott smiled while wiping sweat from his face.
Across the field, Lewandowski and Müller spoke briefly with Arsenal players before heading toward their own teammates.
Even in defeat, Bayern carried themselves with professionalism.
Francesco walked onto the pitch from the bench and shook hands with several opponents.
Lewandowski gave him a quick nod.
"Good match."
Francesco returned the gesture.
"You too."
Nearby, Wenger stood calmly near the sideline, observing his players.
It had been a strong performance.
Preseason or not, defeating Bayern Munich always carried significance.
As the players slowly walked toward the tunnel again, the crowd inside Shanghai Stadium continued applauding both teams.
Another match of the tour had ended, but for Arsenal, it had ended exactly the way they wanted.
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Name : Francesco Lee
Age : 18 (2016)
Birthplace : London, England
Football Club : Arsenal First Team
Championship History : 2014/2015 Premier League, 2014/2015 FA Cup, 2015/2016 Community Shield, 2016/2017 Premier League, 2015/2016 Champions League, Euro 2016, Premier League Champion 2016/2017, and 2016/2017 Champions League.
Season 17/18 stats:
Arsenal:
Match: 2
Goal: 3
Assist: 0
MOTM: 0
POTM: 0
England:
Match: 0
Goal: 0
Assist: 0
MOTM: 0
Season 16/17 stats:
Arsenal:
Match: 55
Goal: 87
Assist: 5
MOTM: 14
POTM: 1
England:
Match: 1
Goal: 1
Assist: 0
MOTM: 0
Season 15/16 stats:
Arsenal:
Match Played: 60
Goal: 82
Assist: 10
MOTM: 9
POTM: 1
England:
Match Played: 2
Goal: 4
Assist: 0
Euro 2016
Match Played: 6
Goal: 13
Assist: 4
MOTM: 6
Season 14/15 stats:
Match Played: 35
Goal: 45
Assist: 12
MOTM: 9