Just when he couldn't understand Wenger's mood at the moment, Wenger turned around and locked eyes with him.
Philip can guarantee that he hasn't seen this expression for a long, long time. Mr. Wenger's face, though full of wrinkles, displayed an unexpected vitality and defiance, as if he had returned to the time when he first arrived here over a decade ago.
With a slightly ostentatious lift of his head, the corners of Wenger's mouth, filled with laughter, trembled slightly: "In this light, fate has been kind to me."
"I can't quite agree with that."
Philip shook his head with a smile, then spread his arms and rushed forward, "But a standout performance... is too obvious! It's really too obvious!"
The two embraced each other tightly; Philip almost tackled Wenger to the ground, but neither cared; they just laughed heartily in celebration.
