The King Of Arsenal

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Arsenal left knowing they had competed for the victory until the final seconds, with Liverpool could say exactly the same as the match had never truly belonged to either side.

Then several days passed after the draw at Anfield.

The season did not slow down simply because the calendar was approaching its final page. London Colney remained busy, fixtures continued to be discussed, recovery work was completed, and the players gradually shifted their attention toward the matches waiting on the other side of the new year.

But for one evening, Francesco was determined to leave football where it belonged.

At the training ground.

At the stadium.

On the television.

Not at the dinner table.

It was the final day of the year, and Richmond felt different from the usual rhythm of a football season.

There were no boots waiting by the front door.

No overnight bags being prepared.

No matchday schedule pinned somewhere in the kitchen.

Instead, the house was slowly filling with the sounds of family.

Francesco and Leah had decided a few days earlier that they wanted both families together for New Year's Eve.

Nothing elaborate.

Nothing formal.

Just an evening at home where everyone could eat, talk, watch the countdown and see the year out together.

The idea had been simple.

The logistics, as Leah had pointed out, were slightly less simple.

By early afternoon, however, most of the preparations were already underway.

Francesco had been moving between rooms, checking small things that did not really need checking, while Leah had taken charge of the kitchen.

"You've checked that table three times," she called from the kitchen.

Francesco looked over his shoulder.

"I checked the chairs."

"You checked the chairs twice."

"I wanted to make sure we had enough."

"We have enough."

He smiled.

"Then we're prepared."

Leah laughed from the other room.

The doorbell sounded before she could answer.

Francesco headed toward the entrance.

When he opened the door, Mike and Sarah were standing outside.

Sarah immediately smiled when she saw her son.

"There he is."

Francesco stepped aside.

"Come in."

Mike carried a small bag in one hand.

Sarah looked past Francesco into the house.

"Where do you want these?"

"Kitchen is probably easiest."

"Good. Then you're helping me."

Francesco gave his father a look.

Mike immediately raised both hands.

"Don't look at me. Your mother decided that before we even left home."

Sarah smiled.

"You're learning."

The three of them laughed as they walked inside.

The arrival was casual, almost ordinary.

There were hugs, coats being taken off, shoes moved out of the hallway and a brief exchange about the drive.

Sarah asked Leah how everything was going.

Leah answered from the kitchen.

"Nearly there."

Sarah walked in to help.

Mike stayed with Francesco for a little while, looking around the living area.

"You've got a lot more room than we had when you were growing up," he said.

Francesco smiled.

"I know."

Mike looked toward him.

"You still remember your old bedroom?"

"Of course."

"Your mother kept it cleaner than you did."

"That isn't difficult."

Mike laughed.

"You're right."

Not long afterward, another car arrived.

This time it was Leah's parents.

David and Amanda stepped through the front door carrying their things, and Francesco greeted them warmly.

"Good to see you."

David gave him a brief embrace.

"You too."

Amanda smiled at Leah as she came from the kitchen.

"Do you need any help?"

Leah nodded immediately.

"Yes."

Amanda took off her coat.

"Then tell me what you're doing."

"Everything."

"That sounds organized."

"It sounded organized when I started."

Sarah appeared behind Leah.

"We're getting there."

The three women disappeared toward the kitchen together.

David looked at Francesco.

"Your father here?"

"Living room."

"Then I suppose we're going to have the usual conversation."

Francesco smiled.

"Football?"

"Football."

David shook his head with amusement.

"Of course."

Jacob was not there.

Leah had explained earlier that her brother was spending New Year's Eve separately with his friends. He had sent his greetings and promised to call later, but tonight he had his own plans.

Nobody made a fuss about it.

There would be other family gatherings.

Tonight was simply about the people who were there.

The afternoon settled naturally.

The men gathered in the living area, with Francesco sitting alongside Mike and David. The television remained on at a low volume, occasionally providing background noise while their conversation moved between football and everything else.

Naturally, Arsenal came up first.

David leaned back.

"So, after all these matches, how are you feeling?"

Francesco knew exactly what he meant.

"About football?"

"About the season."

Francesco considered it.

"Busy."

Mike laughed.

"That is one way of putting it."

"It has been a lot of games," Francesco admitted. "But we're still in everything. That's what matters."

David nodded.

"You've got to be happy with where Arsenal are."

"We've had good results. We've had difficult ones too."

Mike glanced toward the television.

"And that Liverpool match?"

Francesco smiled faintly.

"Three-three."

"I saw."

"So did everyone."

David laughed.

"It was entertaining."

"It was exhausting," Francesco replied.

Mike pointed at him.

"That is what I was waiting for."

Francesco laughed.

"I knew you were going to say that."

They discussed the season without dissecting the Liverpool match minute by minute. They talked about the demands of playing through winter, the pressure created by competing on several fronts, and the importance of keeping the squad healthy.

David asked about some of the younger players.

"Saka has looked comfortable."

"He's improving all the time," Francesco said. "He's still young, but he doesn't play like he's afraid of making mistakes."

Mike nodded.

"That's important."

"It is."

The conversation wandered toward the broader football world.

Other clubs.

The title race.

The Champions League.

Managers.

The pressure surrounding big teams.

Then, as conversations often did when three adults had been sitting together for long enough, football eventually gave way to money.

David glanced toward the television, where a business segment had begun.

"Everything seems to cost more."

Mike chuckled.

"That's because everything does."

Francesco listened as they discussed the financial stories appearing in the news: wages, club revenues, sponsorship agreements, transfer spending and the enormous amounts of money circulating through modern football.

David shook his head.

"You see some of the numbers and wonder how anyone keeps track."

"Clubs have entire departments for it," Francesco said.

"Probably several."

"Definitely several."

Mike smiled.

"And you're not exactly unfamiliar with big numbers yourself."

Francesco gave him a look.

"Dad."

"What?"

"Don't start."

David laughed.

"He's right."

Mike leaned back.

"I'm only saying that football has changed."

Francesco nodded.

"It has."

The discussion remained grounded rather than becoming a lecture about wealth.

They talked about saving, spending, investments, business decisions and the difference between earning money and knowing what to do with it afterward.

Mike was practical.

David was more interested in the wider economy.

Francesco mostly listened, contributing when the conversation reached something he understood personally.

At one point, Mike said, "The important thing is that money shouldn't become the reason you forget what matters."

Francesco nodded.

"I agree."

From the kitchen came the sound of laughter.

David glanced toward the doorway.

"I think they've finished the serious work."

Mike smiled.

"I doubt that."

They were right.

The kitchen had its own rhythm.

Leah, Sarah and Amanda worked together around the counters, moving between ingredients, dishes and preparations.

Lunch had been completed earlier, but the kitchen was already being reorganized for the evening meal.

There were vegetables to prepare.

Ingredients to portion.

Dishes to arrange.

Things that needed to be refrigerated.

Others that would not be touched until later.

Leah moved between them, checking what remained.

Sarah watched her for a moment.

"You've become very organized."

Leah smiled.

"I had a good teacher."

Sarah laughed.

"Don't blame me for everything."

Amanda joined in.

"It's nice seeing you three working together."

Leah looked around.

"It is."

They continued talking while their hands stayed busy.

The subjects were not particularly grand.

Family.

Plans for the coming months.

Small stories from the past week.

Things they had seen in shops.

People they had spoken to.

Occasionally football entered the conversation, but it never stayed there for long.

It was the sort of conversation that could only happen when nobody was trying to get anywhere.

By the time lunch was ready, everyone gathered around the table.

There was no ceremony.

People served themselves.

Mike asked for something to be passed.

David made a joke about how much food had appeared.

Amanda told him to stop complaining.

Francesco laughed.

Leah shook her head.

The afternoon meal stretched longer than anyone had intended.

Nobody seemed concerned.

There was nowhere else they needed to be.

Conversation moved around the table naturally, sometimes involving everyone and sometimes only two people.

Stories were shared.

Old memories resurfaced.

Someone laughed hard enough to interrupt another person's sentence.

Francesco found himself looking around the table more than once.

Both families were there.

His parents.

Leah's parents.

Leah beside him.

It was a simple arrangement, but there was something satisfying about it.

The year had contained enough stadiums, flights, hotel rooms, training grounds and pressure.

This was different.

After lunch, everyone migrated into the living area.

The television became the centre of attention again.

New Year's Eve coverage had already begun.

The presenters moved between different parts of England, showing preparations for the evening.

Central London was becoming increasingly busy.

Crowds were gathering.

Barriers were being checked.

Security teams were preparing for the night's celebrations.

Decorations and lights were visible across the city.

Other reports showed celebrations being prepared elsewhere in the country.

The presenters spoke about expected crowds, public transport arrangements and the preparations required to manage the enormous number of people expected to celebrate.

Mike watched for a while.

"Looks busy."

David nodded.

"Very."

Francesco looked at the television.

"I'm happy we're staying here."

Leah smiled.

"Me too."

Nobody disagreed.

The coverage continued.

Eventually, the broadcast moved naturally toward sport.

Football returned to the screen.

The presenters discussed the latest Premier League developments, the winter schedule and the stories circulating around clubs.

Then came the reminder everyone in football knew already.

The winter transfer window would officially open tomorrow.

Mike looked immediately toward Francesco.

"Here we go."

Francesco laughed.

"It's just the transfer window."

David smiled.

"That's never just the transfer window."

Leah looked across at Francesco.

"You'll probably have people asking you questions again."

"I don't decide who transfers where."

"I know."

The television presenters continued discussing the potential activity around clubs, but no specific transfers were confirmed.

The family talked about the possibility of movement across the league without turning speculation into fact.

Mike shook his head at one rumour.

"Every year the same thing."

David laughed.

"And every year people believe all of it."

Francesco smiled.

"That's football."

The afternoon slowly disappeared.

Outside, daylight faded from the windows.

Inside, the mansion became warmer as lamps were switched on and the evening preparations resumed.

The kitchen became busy again.

Dinner was more ambitious than lunch, and the women worked steadily through the remaining preparations.

The men occasionally wandered in to help with something before being sent back out.

Mike tried to carry a dish.

Sarah immediately stopped him.

"Not that one."

"Why?"

"Because I need it there."

Mike put it down.

"Fair enough."

David laughed from the doorway.

"You're not in charge in here."

"I noticed."

Francesco smiled.

"None of us are."

Leah looked at him.

"Especially you."

He raised both hands.

"I'm staying out of it."

That earned another round of laughter.

As evening deepened, everyone changed into more comfortable clothes and settled into the final hours of the year.

There was no need to rush.

The clock would eventually reach midnight whether they prepared for it or not.

At exactly 9 PM, dinner was served.

Everyone took their seats around the table.

For a while, the conversation was mostly about the food.

Compliments were exchanged.

Someone asked for another serving.

Someone else insisted they were already full before accepting more anyway.

The meal became a long, comfortable gathering rather than something hurried between television programmes.

Eventually, the conversation turned toward the year that was ending.

David raised his glass.

"Well, it has certainly been a year."

Mike smiled.

"That is true."

Amanda looked around the table.

"A lot has happened."

Leah glanced at Francesco.

He smiled back.

There had been victories.

Defeats.

Travel.

Football.

Family occasions.

Unexpected moments.

Long days and quiet ones.

The year had contained more than either of them could have predicted when it began.

Francesco looked around the table.

"I think the best part is having everyone here tonight."

Leah reached across and briefly touched his hand.

Sarah smiled.

Amanda did too.

Mike lifted his glass slightly.

"To another year."

Everyone joined him.

"To another year."

Dinner continued.

Nobody made the moment unnecessarily grand.

The warmth came from the fact that they were together.

When the meal was finally finished, the plates were cleared and everyone returned to the living area.

The television had moved fully into countdown coverage.

The presenters were now standing in Central London.

The viewing area was enormous.

Crowds filled the streets.

People stood shoulder to shoulder behind barriers.

Lights illuminated the surrounding buildings.

The cameras moved across the gathering, capturing faces, flags, winter coats and people waiting patiently for the final seconds.

Back at the mansion, everyone settled in.

Mike found a comfortable chair.

David sat nearby.

Amanda and Sarah shared the sofa.

Leah sat beside Francesco.

The clock continued moving.

11:45 PM.

Then 11:50.

The presenters began talking more frequently about the approaching midnight.

The camera returned to Central London.

The crowd had grown visibly more excited.

Francesco glanced around the room.

Everyone was watching.

Nobody wanted to miss it.

11:55.

11:57.

The final minutes passed through conversation and occasional laughter.

Then the television began preparing for the final countdown.

The presenters gathered their audience.

The clock moved toward midnight.

The room became focused on the screen.

"Ten!"

Everyone joined in.

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

"Seven!"

Francesco looked at Leah.

She was already smiling.

"Six!"

"Five!"

"Four!"

The final seconds arrived.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

Midnight.

"Happy New Year!"

The words came from everyone at once.

Laughter followed.

Leah hugged Francesco.

Sarah embraced Mike.

Amanda and David exchanged a kiss.

Francesco reached across to Leah again, smiling as the first fireworks appeared on the television.

Central London erupted in light.

Fireworks climbed above the skyline in brilliant bursts, illuminating the darkness while enormous crowds celebrated below.

The television showed people cheering, embracing one another and raising their glasses.

But the celebration was not limited to London.

Reports showed fireworks and celebrations appearing across England.

Cities and towns welcomed the new year in their own ways.

Outside the Richmond mansion, distant sounds of celebration could be heard as well.

Inside, nobody moved away from the television immediately.

They simply watched.

The old year had ended.

The new one had begun.

Francesco looked around at the people gathered with him.

His parents.

Leah's parents.

Leah beside him.

Both families sharing the same room as fireworks continued across the television screen.

For all the stadiums he had played in and all the extraordinary moments football had given him, this was the sort of night that needed no trophy, no crowd and no spotlight.

Just family.

Leah leaned gently against his shoulder.

Francesco smiled.

Outside, the new year continued its first quiet minutes.

Inside, surrounded by the people who mattered most, they welcomed it together.

Then the first few fireworks had barely faded from the television screen before Mike suggested they should see the real thing.

"We should go outside."

David looked toward the windows.

"It's probably louder out there."

Mike smiled.

"That is rather the point."

Francesco laughed.

Leah was already getting up.

"Come on, then."

Everyone began moving toward the back of the mansion.

Coats were collected from the hallway, although nobody bothered making the process particularly organized. Amanda helped Sarah find hers, David opened the back doors, and Francesco stepped outside first.

The cold immediately met them.

It was sharper than the warmth inside, carrying the clean bite of a winter night.

But above them, the sky was alive.

Fireworks were rising from different parts of the surrounding area, some close enough to hear clearly, others appearing as distant flashes beyond the rooftops. Bursts of light opened across the darkness in quick succession, followed by the rolling sound of explosions travelling through the night.

The family spread out across the backyard.

Nobody had planned anything complicated.

They simply stood together and looked upward.

Leah moved closer to Francesco.

"It's beautiful."

Francesco nodded.

"Yeah."

A bright burst appeared above the distant houses.

Another followed.

Then several smaller fireworks climbed almost together before scattering into sparks.

Cheddar, meanwhile, had discovered that the backyard was considerably more interesting than the living room.

The corgi raced across the grass, stopping every few seconds to look toward whichever direction produced the loudest noise.

"Cheddar!" Leah called.

The dog ignored her.

Francesco laughed.

"He thinks this is for him."

Mike watched Cheddar sprint across the lawn.

"He's having the best night."

Cheddar ran toward the far end of the garden, then abruptly turned and came charging back.

Amanda laughed.

"He doesn't know what to look at."

Another firework exploded.

Cheddar stopped.

His ears lifted.

He stared toward the sky.

Then another loud burst followed.

This time he hesitated.

Leah noticed.

"I think he's had enough."

Francesco crouched down and called him.

"Come here, mate."

Cheddar looked at him.

For several seconds, he seemed undecided.

Then another series of fireworks crackled across the sky.

Cheddar immediately changed his mind.

He trotted toward the back doors and waited.

Everyone laughed.

"Smart dog," David said.

Francesco opened the door.

Cheddar disappeared inside almost immediately.

"He's done," Leah said.

"Definitely."

The family stayed outside a little longer.

The fireworks continued in the distance, sometimes bright enough to illuminate the garden for a fraction of a second.

Francesco stood beside Leah, hands tucked into his coat pockets.

She leaned lightly against him.

"You know," she said, "this is actually much better than going into London."

Francesco looked around at their family.

"I agree."

No crowds.

No cameras.

No schedule.

Just people they cared about, standing in their backyard while the new year began around them.

Eventually, the cold began winning.

Sarah was the first to suggest going inside.

"I think my hands are frozen."

Mike immediately nodded.

"Mine too."

David laughed.

"You were the one who wanted to come outside."

"I didn't say how long."

Everyone began making their way back inside.

Francesco remained outside for another moment with Leah.

One particularly bright firework rose above the houses.

He reached into his pocket.

"Wait."

Leah looked at him.

"What?"

"Come here."

He opened his phone and held it up.

Leah moved closer.

Francesco turned the camera toward them.

Behind them, another firework burst across the sky.

He quickly took the picture.

They looked at the screen.

Leah smiled.

"That one's actually good."

"Actually?"

"You know what I mean."

Francesco laughed.

He looked at the photograph again.

Their faces were close together, both smiling, with the winter sky behind them and fireworks scattered across the background.

He opened Instagram.

Leah glanced at him.

"Posting it?"

"Of course."

He typed a short caption.

Happy New Year🎉🎉🎉

Then he posted it.

The photograph immediately became part of the flood of New Year's messages appearing across social media.

Francesco put the phone away.

"Done."

"Good."

They went inside together.

The warmth of the mansion felt particularly welcome after the cold garden.

Cheddar had already found his preferred position near the living room, apparently satisfied that the noisy part of the evening was over.

The television continued showing celebrations across the country, but the energy inside the house had gradually softened.

People began saying their goodnights.

The evening had lasted long enough.

There was no reason to keep everyone awake simply because the calendar had changed.

One by one, the family members headed upstairs.

Francesco and Leah eventually reached their bedroom.

Francesco placed his phone on the bedside table.

Leah looked at him.

"Happy New Year."

He smiled.

"Happy New Year."

She kissed him gently before they settled down.

The house gradually became quiet.

The final sounds from downstairs disappeared.

Outside, the fireworks continued for a while longer before becoming increasingly distant.

Eventually, Richmond settled into the first hours of the new year.

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Morning arrived slowly.

There was no alarm demanding that anyone wake early.

No training schedule.

No flight to catch.

No match waiting that afternoon.

For once, the first morning of the year could simply be a morning.

Francesco eventually woke and remained in bed for a few seconds, listening to the quiet house.

Leah was already awake.

"You're up."

"So are you."

"I've been awake for a while."

Francesco smiled.

"What time is it?"

"Almost nine."

He glanced toward the curtains.

The room was filled with pale winter light.

"Feels earlier."

"That's because we went to bed late."

"Fair point."

They got ready and eventually headed downstairs.

The house looked slightly different in the morning.

A few glasses from the previous night remained waiting to be collected.

Some decorations were still in place.

There were signs of the evening everywhere, but nothing that needed immediate attention.

The family gathered for breakfast.

Mike sat at the table with coffee.

Sarah was already helping arrange plates.

David and Amanda joined them shortly afterward.

Leah brought breakfast through while Francesco filled another cup.

Nobody seemed particularly interested in discussing football.

Not yet.

The conversation was mostly about the previous evening.

The fireworks.

Cheddar's brief attempt at enjoying them.

The photograph Francesco had posted.

Amanda had already seen it.

"It was a lovely picture."

Leah smiled.

"Thank you."

Mike looked at Francesco.

"How many people have liked it?"

Francesco checked his phone.

"A lot."

Mike nodded.

"Of course."

Francesco laughed.

"It's just a picture."

Sarah smiled.

"Sometimes that's enough."

Breakfast continued comfortably.

Then, just as everyone had settled in, the doorbell rang.

Francesco looked toward the entrance.

"I'll get it."

He walked through the hallway and opened the front door.

Jonathan Barnett stood outside.

"Happy New Year."

Francesco smiled.

"Happy New Year."

Barnett stepped inside.

"I brought a few things."

Francesco looked at the gifts in his hands.

"You didn't have to."

"I know."

Barnett smiled.

"That's why they're gifts."

Francesco laughed.

They shook hands before Barnett exchanged greetings with Leah and the rest of the family.

Mike greeted him warmly.

"Good to see you."

"You too."

Barnett handed Francesco the gifts.

"Nothing dramatic."

Francesco looked at them.

"I'm going to open them later."

"Fine by me."

Barnett glanced around.

"Looks like you had a good night."

"We did."

"Good."

There was something pleasantly ordinary about seeing the agent standing in the mansion on New Year's morning rather than in an airport, stadium or office.

Barnett stayed for a while, talking with Francesco about the year ahead.

Not contracts.

Not negotiations.

Not immediately.

Just general conversation.

The football calendar would return soon enough.

For now, it was New Year's Day.

Then another arrival was announced.

This time, Francesco recognized the voices before the door even opened.

He looked toward Leah.

"Who is that?"

She smiled.

"Sounds like your teammates."

Francesco opened the door.

Emile Smith Rowe, Bukayo Saka, Youri Tielemans and Matteo Guendouzi stood outside.

Saka grinned.

"Happy New Year, Captain."

Francesco laughed.

"Happy New Year."

Smith Rowe stepped forward.

"We thought we'd come by."

Tielemans nodded.

"Say hello."

Guendouzi smiled.

"And then get out before you make us work."

Francesco shook his head.

"You've got the right idea."

The four young Arsenal players entered and greeted everyone.

Mike shook hands with them.

Sarah welcomed them.

Leah smiled as they introduced themselves properly to the family members who knew them less well.

The atmosphere quickly became lively.

Saka looked around the mansion.

"Nice place for New Year's Day."

Francesco raised an eyebrow.

"You're not staying."

"I know."

"Good."

Saka laughed.

"We've got plans."

Smith Rowe nodded.

"We're heading out together later."

Tielemans added, "We thought we'd wish you a happy new year first."

Francesco smiled.

"I appreciate it."

Guendouzi looked toward the table.

"Is there breakfast left?"

Everyone laughed.

"There might be," Leah said.

Guendouzi immediately looked relieved.

The visit lasted only a short while.

The players had their own plans for the day, and Francesco knew they would want to spend some time together away from football as well.

Before leaving, Saka turned back toward Francesco.

"See you at training."

"See you."

Smith Rowe offered a final wave.

"Happy New Year."

"You too."

Tielemans and Guendouzi followed him outside.

Francesco watched from the doorway as the four young players walked toward their car.

They were still laughing about something.

Then they drove away.

Barnett stayed a little longer.

Eventually, he checked his watch.

"I should let you get back to the family."

Francesco nodded.

"Thanks for coming."

"Of course."

Barnett shook his hand.

"Enjoy the day."

"You too."

After another round of goodbyes, Barnett left the mansion.

The front door closed.

The house became noticeably quieter.

By late morning, the families had begun preparing to leave as well.

Sarah and Mike gathered their belongings first.

Francesco helped carry a few things toward the entrance.

Sarah hugged her son.

"Take care."

"I will."

Mike shook Francesco's hand before pulling him into a brief embrace.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Dad."

David and Amanda were preparing to leave shortly afterward.

Leah stood with them near the doorway.

Amanda hugged her daughter.

"Call us later."

"I will."

David smiled at Francesco.

"Good luck when football starts again."

Francesco nodded.

"Thanks."

"Enjoy the rest of the day."

"You too."

The final goodbyes were exchanged.

Cars gradually disappeared down the road.

For the first time since the previous afternoon, there were no guests arriving.

No conversations coming from the living room.

No footsteps moving through the hallway.

No laughter from the kitchen.

Barnett had already gone.

The young Arsenal players had left.

Both families were heading back to their own homes.

The mansion settled into silence.

Francesco closed the front door and stood there for a moment.

Leah came up beside him.

"Well."

He looked at her.

"Quiet again."

She smiled.

"Very quiet."

Cheddar wandered into the hallway, looked at both of them, and then walked toward the living room as if checking whether anyone else had been left behind.

Francesco laughed.

"I think he's checking too."

Leah smiled.

The first morning of the new year had begun with a full house and ended with only the two of them and Cheddar remaining.

The house was calm again.

For the moment, there was nowhere they needed to go.

No one waiting at the door.

No match to prepare for.

Just the first quiet hours of another year.

Francesco looked toward Leah.

"Coffee?"

She nodded.

"Definitely."

Together, they walked back into the mansion as the first morning of the new year continued around them.

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Name : Francesco Lee

Age : 20 (2018)

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, FA Cup 2016/2017, 2016/2017 Champions League, 2017/2018 Carabao Cup, Premier League 2017/2018, FA Cup 2017/2018, Champions League 2017/2018, 2018 World Cup, and 2018/2019 Community Shield.

Season 17/18 stats:

Arsenal:

Match: 27

Goal: 30

Assist: 1

MOTM: 0

POTM: 0

England:

Match: 2

Goal: 2

Assist: 0

MOTM: 0

Season 17/18 stats:

Arsenal:

Match: 59

Goal: 76

Assist: 6

MOTM: 7

POTM: 0

England:

Match: 11

Goal: 14

Assist: 1

MOTM: 7

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