It was a cold, winter morning at the Emirates, and the chill in the air contrasted with the warmth inside as you walked through the stadium. After a brief greeting from the receptionist and a couple of staff members, you made your way upstairs, each step building your resolve. You stopped in front of Arsène Wenger’s office, reminding yourself once more why you had come so early. With a quiet knock, the sound of a chair creaking echoed from inside, followed by Wenger’s familiar voice.

“Come in…”

You slowly turned the doorknob, stepping inside. The office was quiet, the manager’s desk scattered with papers and notes. Arsène looked up, his expression calm and attentive, yet with a subtle hint of curiosity.

“You wanted to talk?”