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The quiet hum of the engine, with Leah beside him and Cheddar asleep in the back.
The road toward Richmond stretched ahead of them in long, quiet lines of streetlight and darkened houses.
London at night always felt different from the day.
Less rushed.
Less noisy.
The city still moved, of course, but the edges softened. Traffic thinned into occasional clusters of headlights. Pedestrians became fewer. Windows glowed warmly behind curtains as families finished dinners, watched television, or settled into the quiet routines of the evening.
Inside the BMW X5, the atmosphere had shifted again.
Not the travel quiet from the plane.
Not the lively warmth from dinner.
Something calmer.
More settled.
Leah had turned back around in her seat after checking on Cheddar, resting comfortably again in the passenger side while the dog lay curled in the back like a loaf of bread with ears.
His toy was still tucked beneath his paw.
His breathing had already slowed into that soft, sleepy rhythm dogs fell into when they finally burned through all their excitement.
Leah glanced back one more time.
"…He didn't last long."
Francesco smirked slightly as he drove.
"He ran ten laps around the house."
"True."
She turned forward again, leaning her head back lightly against the seat.
Outside the windshield, Richmond's familiar streets slowly began appearing.
Quieter neighborhoods.
Rows of trees arching slightly over the road.
The occasional cyclist.
A small café still open near a corner with warm light spilling through its windows.
The world felt steady again.
Like everything had slipped back into place.
Leah stretched her legs slightly.
"…I'm glad we stopped."
"At my parents'?"
"Yeah."
Francesco nodded.
"Me too."
She glanced at him for a second.
"It felt nice."
"It always does."
Another short pause settled in the car.
Then Leah smiled faintly.
"Also your mom fed us like we hadn't eaten in weeks."
He chuckled quietly.
"That's her default setting."
"Honestly I respect it."
He turned onto the final road leading toward their home.
The street here was even quieter.
Large houses spaced further apart.
Tall trees.
Long driveways hidden behind gates and hedges.
Leah noticed the familiar curve in the road ahead.
"…Almost there."
Francesco nodded once.
"Yeah."
A moment later, the tall wrought-iron gates of his Richmond property appeared ahead.
The mansion beyond them was mostly hidden by the trees and stone walls surrounding the property, but the lights from the driveway lamps illuminated the entrance clearly.
Francesco slowed the car.
The automatic sensor recognized the vehicle almost immediately.
The gates began to slide open smoothly.
Leah smiled faintly.
"Home."
The BMW rolled forward through the opening and into the driveway.
The long path curved gently through the front grounds.
Soft outdoor lights lined the edges, illuminating trimmed hedges and carefully maintained garden beds that framed the property.
Even at night the place looked peaceful.
Almost quiet enough to feel like its own little world separate from the rest of the city.
The mansion itself came into view as they approached.
Large.
Elegant.
Warm lights glowing behind several windows.
Not extravagant in a flashy way.
Just solid.
Comfortable.
Home.
Francesco pulled the car to a stop near the front entrance.
For a moment the engine kept humming quietly before he finally shut it off.
Silence followed.
Leah unbuckled her seatbelt first.
"…Okay."
Francesco glanced over.
"Okay?"
She smiled softly.
"We survived the return trip."
He chuckled.
"Barely."
Behind them, Cheddar stirred slightly, blinking awake as the car stopped moving.
His ears perked up immediately.
Leah twisted around again.
"Hi sleepy."
The corgi wagged his tail slowly, still waking up.
"Ready to go inside?"
Cheddar barked once softly.
That was apparently enough confirmation for Leah.
She opened the passenger door and stepped out into the cool night air.
Francesco did the same on his side.
The quiet around the property felt deeper than the city streets had been.
Just the rustle of trees in the distance.
And the faint hum of London somewhere far beyond the walls.
Leah walked around to the back door of the car.
"Alright, come on."
She opened it.
Cheddar jumped down immediately, landing with a soft thud before stretching his short legs.
Then he looked up at Leah like he had already claimed the entire property again.
"Well," she said, reaching down to scratch his head. "Welcome back."
The dog wagged his tail enthusiastically and trotted toward the front steps.
Leah followed him.
"Hey!" she called back to Francesco. "Don't take too long!"
Francesco had already opened the trunk.
Inside were their suitcases.
The smaller travel bags.
And Cheddar's things from his parents' house.
"Yeah, yeah," he replied.
He pulled out the first suitcase and set it down on the driveway.
Then the second.
After that he grabbed Cheddar's bag of supplies and the small folded blanket.
Meanwhile Leah had already reached the front door.
Cheddar sat patiently beside her like he knew exactly where he was supposed to be.
"Look at him," she called.
"He remembers everything."
Francesco walked up the steps with the first suitcase.
"I'm not surprised."
Leah unlocked the door.
The lights inside the mansion glowed warmly as the door opened.
Cheddar stepped inside immediately like he owned the place.
His paws tapped across the marble floor of the entry hall.
Leah laughed.
"Yep. Definitely remembers."
Francesco set the suitcase down briefly just inside the doorway before heading back out again for the rest.
The entry hall was quiet tonight.
High ceilings.
Soft lighting along the walls.
The wide staircase leading up toward the second floor where their bedroom waited.
Leah stepped inside fully and closed the door behind her.
Cheddar was already exploring.
Sniffing corners.
Checking furniture.
Running toward the living room like he had a mental checklist of everything he needed to confirm was still there.
"You're ridiculous," she said affectionately.
The dog barked once and disappeared into the living room.
A few seconds later Francesco came back through the door carrying Cheddar's bag and blanket.
He dropped them carefully near the living room entrance.
"There."
Leah glanced down.
"Good."
Cheddar returned immediately and sniffed the bag.
Then he grabbed the blanket with his teeth and dragged it halfway across the floor like he had just reclaimed it.
Leah laughed again.
"He's nesting."
Francesco shook his head with a small smile.
"He's redecorating."
The dog circled the blanket once before plopping down on top of it proudly.
Mission accomplished.
Francesco picked up the first suitcase again.
"Alright."
Leah leaned against the wall near the staircase.
"You want help?"
He glanced at the luggage.
"I've got it."
She watched him for a moment.
Then followed anyway as he carried the suitcase toward the stairs.
"Of course you do."
He climbed the staircase easily despite the weight.
The steps creaked faintly beneath them as they moved upward.
The second floor hallway stretched out ahead.
Soft lighting along the walls.
Doors leading to several rooms.
And at the end.
Their bedroom.
Francesco pushed the door open with his shoulder and stepped inside.
The room looked exactly like they had left it before Paris.
Large bed.
Wide windows looking out over the dark Richmond landscape.
Suitcases from the last trip still tucked neatly in the corner where they had left them.
He set the first suitcase down near the foot of the bed.
Leah stepped in behind him, glancing around the room.
"…Still feels weird sometimes."
"What does?"
"Coming back."
He raised an eyebrow.
"You live here."
"I know," she said. "But after trips it always feels like the house is waiting."
He considered that for a second.
"…Yeah."
He went back downstairs again to grab the second suitcase.
Leah stayed upstairs this time, walking slowly toward the window and looking out.
The property outside was quiet.
The gardens barely visible under the dim outdoor lighting.
Just peaceful darkness beyond.
A moment later she heard footsteps again.
Francesco returned carrying the second suitcase.
He placed it beside the first.
"Everything's up."
She turned toward him.
"Cheddar?"
"Living room."
She smiled slightly.
"He's already claimed the blanket."
"Of course he did."
Francesco stretched his shoulders slightly after carrying the bags.
The room felt calm.
Still.
Like the end of something and the beginning of something else at the same time.
Leah walked over and sat lightly on the edge of the bed.
"…That was a good trip."
Francesco nodded once.
"Yeah."
He glanced around the room again.
Then back at her.
"But it's good to be home too."
Leah smiled softly.
"Yeah."
Downstairs, Cheddar barked once.
Cheddar's bark echoed faintly up through the quiet house.
Just once.
Short.
Satisfied.
The kind of sound a dog made when it wanted everyone to remember it still existed downstairs.
Leah tilted her head slightly toward the bedroom door, listening.
"…He sounds proud of himself."
Francesco chuckled under his breath.
"He probably found a new spot on the couch."
"Or he's announcing that the blanket is officially his territory."
"That too."
For a few seconds they both stood there in the quiet bedroom.
The soft lighting along the walls gave the room a warm, relaxed glow. Outside the large windows, Richmond's night stretched peacefully across the gardens and trees surrounding the mansion. The city felt far away here.
It was one of the things Francesco liked most about the place.
London was always there.
Just not right on top of them.
Leah leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees.
"…We should probably unpack before we collapse."
Francesco looked down at the suitcases sitting at the foot of the bed.
"Yeah."
He walked over and pulled the zipper of the first suitcase open.
The familiar sound of metal teeth sliding apart broke the quiet for a moment.
Inside was the layered chaos of travel packing.
Folded shirts.
Shoes tucked into the corners.
Small shopping bags from Paris wedged between clothes to protect fragile things.
Leah stood up and moved beside him.
"Oh wow," she said as she looked down inside.
"You forgot how much we bought already?"
"I didn't forget," she said. "I just didn't want to remember."
Francesco laughed quietly.
"That's a lot of shopping."
"You helped."
"I carried bags."
"That counts."
She knelt beside the suitcase and started pulling items out one by one.
A neatly folded jacket.
A pair of jeans.
A couple of shirts.
Then one of the shopping bags.
Leah opened it carefully and smiled.
"Okay this one definitely stays separate."
Francesco raised an eyebrow.
"Separate?"
She nodded and placed the bag on the bed.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"These are the new ones from Paris."
"So?"
"So they go in a different pile."
He crossed his arms slightly.
"You're organizing vacation purchases."
"Of course I am."
Francesco shook his head with a grin.
"Unbelievable."
Leah ignored him completely and started forming two neat stacks on the bed.
One pile: the clothes they had originally packed before the trip.
Second pile: everything new they had bought while wandering through Paris.
The second pile started growing surprisingly quickly.
A sweater.
A dress.
Two shirts.
Another jacket.
Francesco pointed at the stack.
"That's… a lot."
Leah didn't even look up.
"You bought things too."
"I bought two things."
"Three."
He frowned slightly.
"…Three?"
She held up a small bag triumphantly.
"These."
He recognized the brand immediately.
"Oh right."
"You liked them."
"I did."
She nodded and placed the bag in the "new" pile.
"Exactly."
They worked quietly for a few minutes, unpacking piece by piece.
The room slowly filled with the soft sounds of fabric shifting, hangers being pulled from the closet, drawers opening and closing.
Leah was methodical about it.
Everything had a place.
New clothes carefully separated.
Older clothes folded back into their usual drawers.
At one point Francesco pulled out a scarf and held it up.
"You bought this too?"
Leah glanced over.
"Oh yeah."
"Why?"
"Because it looked good."
He considered that.
"…Fair."
She took it from him and placed it neatly in the Paris pile.
Eventually the suitcases began to empty.
Shoes went into the closet.
Accessories into small drawers near the dresser.
Shopping bags flattened and set aside.
Leah finally leaned back on the bed once the piles were sorted.
"There."
Francesco looked at the neatly arranged stacks.
"Impressive."
She gestured at them.
"Old clothes."
She tapped the other side.
"Paris clothes."
He smirked.
"Very scientific system."
"Don't mock the system."
"I wouldn't dare."
She stood again and carried the new clothes toward the closet.
"These get priority."
"Of course they do."
The closet doors opened with a soft slide.
Inside, rows of organized clothing hung neatly.
Leah added the new items carefully, spacing them out.
Francesco leaned against the doorway watching.
"You realize half of those will become your new favorites."
"That's the goal."
She stepped back to admire the arrangement.
"…Perfect."
The last suitcase was finally empty.
Francesco folded it shut and slid it into the corner where the others were stored.
The room slowly returned to its usual appearance again.
No more travel clutter.
Just home.
Leah stretched her arms above her head.
"…Okay now I'm tired."
"Jet lag?"
"Tiny bit."
He glanced at the clock.
"It's late."
"Yeah."
From downstairs came the faint sound of Cheddar moving around again.
His nails clicked briefly against the floor.
Then silence.
"He's exploring," Leah said.
"He'll settle down soon."
She walked toward the window again and looked out.
"…It's weird how calm it is here."
"What do you mean?"
"In Paris everything felt alive all the time."
He nodded slightly.
"Cities feel different depending on where you are."
She turned back toward him.
"Still… I like this too."
He smiled faintly.
"Me too."
Eventually they turned off the lights and settled into bed.
The house quieted fully.
Cheddar found his blanket downstairs and curled into it.
The Richmond night stretched peacefully outside.
And the long day finally came to an end.
Morning arrived gently.
Soft sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, brushing the walls with pale gold light.
Somewhere downstairs, Cheddar was already awake.
His nails tapped across the floor.
Then a soft bark echoed through the house.
Leah groaned slightly and pulled the blanket over her head.
"…He's up."
Francesco opened one eye.
"Of course he is."
Another bark followed.
Cheddar clearly had no intention of letting anyone sleep forever.
Leah peeked out from the blanket.
"You're closer to the door."
"That's not how responsibility works."
"Yes it is."
Downstairs, the dog barked again.
Francesco sighed dramatically and sat up.
"Alright."
Leah smiled sleepily.
"Hero."
He walked toward the door and headed downstairs.
A moment later Leah heard his voice.
"Morning, troublemaker."
Cheddar barked happily.
She laughed softly from the bed before eventually getting up herself.
By the time she came downstairs, the house had already shifted into morning mode.
Sunlight streamed through the large windows in the living room.
Cheddar ran circles around the couch excitedly.
Francesco stood near the kitchen island pouring coffee.
"Good morning," he said.
Leah walked in, still half asleep.
"Morning."
Cheddar sprinted over and jumped up slightly at her leg.
She crouched immediately.
"Hi."
The dog licked her hand.
Francesco set two mugs on the counter.
"Coffee?"
"Yes please."
They settled in the living room with a simple breakfast.
Toast.
Fruit.
Coffee.
Cheddar lay near the couch chewing on his toy.
The television was on quietly in the background.
Morning news.
Leah wasn't really paying attention at first.
She was scrolling through her phone while sipping her coffee.
Francesco leaned back slightly on the couch, relaxed.
Then the tone of the news broadcast shifted slightly.
The anchor's voice became more focused.
"…In football business news this morning…"
Leah glanced up lazily.
The screen showed the familiar red and white crest of Arsenal F.C..
She blinked.
"Oh."
Francesco looked toward the TV as well.
The anchor continued speaking.
"…American businessman Stan Kroenke has officially become the sole owner of Arsenal Football Club…"
The screen showed images of Kroenke arriving at a stadium event.
"…after completing a deal to buy the remaining shares from Russian billionaire Alisher Usmanov for approximately £850 million…"
Leah sat up straighter.
"…Wait."
The news continued.
"…this acquisition ends years of divided ownership at the club and gives Kroenke full control…"
The TV showed graphics explaining the financial deal.
Leah looked over at Francesco.
"…Did you know about this?"
He took a sip of his coffee calmly.
"Yeah."
She blinked again.
"Yeah?"
"The news was already circulating inside the club."
"When?"
"Since we won the Champions League."
Leah stared at him.
"You're serious?"
He nodded.
"Internal discussions."
The TV continued showing footage of Arsenal's stadium.
"…sources close to the club suggest this move could bring significant changes to the club's long-term strategy…"
Leah leaned back against the couch slowly.
"…Wow."
Francesco watched the screen quietly.
His reaction was calm.
Almost unsurprised.
Because he wasn't.
Inside the club, the rumors had already spread long before the public announcement.
Board meetings.
Quiet discussions among executives.
Whispers through the training ground corridors.
The players had heard enough to know the direction things were moving.
Now the world was just catching up.
Leah looked at the TV again.
"…Eight hundred and fifty million pounds."
Francesco shrugged slightly.
"Big clubs move big money."
She laughed softly.
"That's insane."
He didn't disagree.
Cheddar barked once at the television as if he wanted to be included in the conversation.
Leah looked down at him.
"You don't care about football business, do you?"
The corgi wagged his tail.
Francesco leaned back slightly on the couch again, watching the news calmly.
For him, it wasn't shocking.
It was just the next chapter of the club's story unfolding.
Then Cheddar barked once at the television as if he wanted to be included in the conversation.
Leah looked down at him.
"You don't care about football business, do you?"
The corgi wagged his tail.
Francesco leaned back slightly on the couch again, watching the news calmly.
For him, it wasn't shocking.
It was just the next chapter of the club's story unfolding.
On the television, the broadcast moved into deeper analysis.
The screen now showed the crest of Arsenal F.C. again, followed by an image of Stan Kroenke standing inside a stadium executive box.
The presenter's voice continued.
"…with this deal finalized, Kroenke now takes full ownership of the North London club after purchasing the remaining shares previously held by Alisher Usmanov…"
Clips flashed across the screen.
Stadium shots.
Fans outside the Emirates.
Footage of previous boardroom meetings.
"…the £850 million agreement ends a long-running ownership structure that saw both Kroenke and Usmanov holding significant stakes in the club…"
Leah took another sip of her coffee slowly.
"…This is going to explode online."
Francesco glanced at her.
"You think?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"You know Arsenal fans."
That was a fair point.
In football, ownership changes rarely passed quietly.
And Arsenal supporters, especially online had never been shy about sharing opinions.
The broadcast shifted again.
Now a panel of football analysts appeared on the screen.
One of them leaned forward slightly as he spoke.
"This is one of the biggest ownership shifts in modern Premier League history. For years, Arsenal supporters debated the Kroenke–Usmanov dynamic. Now that Kroenke holds full control, the direction of the club rests entirely in his hands."
Another analyst nodded.
"It simplifies the structure. Whether fans see that as positive or negative will depend on what happens next."
Leah looked over at Francesco again.
"…They're going to ask you about this."
"Probably."
"At training."
"At interviews."
"At press conferences."
Francesco shrugged slightly.
"Maybe."
He reached for another piece of toast.
For him, the ownership story mattered but it wasn't something he could control.
Players played.
Executives ran the club.
The two worlds overlapped, but they weren't the same.
Leah set her coffee down and picked up her phone again.
"…Let's see."
Francesco glanced sideways.
"What?"
She opened Instagram.
"Let's check the reactions."
The official Arsenal social media accounts had already posted.
The announcement graphic sat right at the top of the feed.
A clean red background.
The club crest.
A headline confirming that Stan Kroenke had officially become the sole owner of the club.
Leah tapped it open.
"Oh wow."
"What?"
"The comments."
Francesco smiled slightly.
"Bad?"
"Mixed."
She scrolled slowly.
Thousands of responses were already pouring in.
Some came from fans who sounded genuinely optimistic.
Others were skeptical.
Some clearly didn't care either way.
Leah read a few out loud.
"Okay, here's one."
She cleared her throat slightly.
"'Finally some stability at the top. Now focus on winning trophies.'"
Francesco nodded.
"That's the optimistic side."
She kept scrolling.
"Here's another… 'I don't trust Kroenke but let's see what happens.'"
He chuckled quietly.
"That sounds about right."
Another comment appeared.
Leah read it.
"'Doesn't matter who owns the club if the team keeps winning.'"
She looked up.
"That one sounds like someone who just watched you win the Champions League."
Francesco smirked faintly.
"That helps."
Winning always helped.
Especially at big clubs.
A few months earlier, the atmosphere around the club had been electric.
The team had just lifted the Champions League trophy.
The biggest prize in European football.
And Francesco had been right at the center of it.
Momentum like that softened a lot of criticism.
Leah kept scrolling.
"…Oh here's a spicy one."
"Let me guess."
She read it.
"'Kroenke out'."
Francesco laughed quietly.
"That was inevitable."
The phrase had been part of Arsenal fan culture for years.
Ownership debates had always been complicated.
Some fans supported Kroenke.
Others strongly opposed him.
And many simply cared about results on the pitch more than anything else.
Leah kept reading.
"'If this means more investment, I'm fine with it.'"
Another one.
"'The club is bigger than any owner.'"
She nodded slowly.
"That's actually a good point."
Francesco leaned back against the couch.
"Fans always see the bigger picture."
Cheddar shifted slightly on the floor and dropped his toy near Leah's foot.
She glanced down.
"Oh."
The corgi looked up at her expectantly.
"You want attention?"
Tail wag.
"Of course you do."
She reached down and scratched behind his ears while still scrolling through the comments.
More reactions continued appearing.
Some fans were celebrating.
Some were cautious.
Some were arguing with each other in long threads under the post.
Football social media always moved fast.
And this kind of announcement fueled endless discussion.
Leah opened another post.
This time it was from Arsenal's Twitter account.
The same announcement graphic.
But the replies there were even more chaotic.
"Oh wow," she muttered.
Francesco raised an eyebrow.
"Worse?"
"Much."
She read another one.
"'As long as we keep players like Francesco Lee, I'm happy.'"
She glanced at him.
"You're trending."
"Great."
She laughed.
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"It means interviews."
"True."
She continued scrolling.
"…Here's someone saying the club needs to build on the Champions League momentum."
Francesco nodded slightly.
"That's the expectation."
Winning the Champions League changed everything.
Expectations rose.
Pressure grew.
The club had proven it could reach the top of Europe, especially defending the treble.
Now everyone wanted to see if they could stay there.
Leah kept scrolling.
"Oh here's a neutral one."
She read it.
"'Ownership doesn't matter to me. Just give us good football.'"
Francesco smiled faintly.
"That's most fans."
"Yeah."
She put her phone down on the couch beside her.
"It's interesting though."
"What is?"
"How people react to things like this."
Francesco tilted his head slightly.
"Fans feel connected to the club."
"They do."
"So when ownership changes, it feels personal."
Leah nodded slowly.
"That makes sense."
The television broadcast continued with more analysis.
Another commentator spoke.
"This deal gives Kroenke full authority over the club's strategic direction moving forward."
Clips of Arsenal matches flashed on the screen.
Crowds at the Emirates Stadium.
Goals.
Celebrations.
The red and white shirts moving across the pitch.
Cheddar barked again suddenly when the crowd noise from the TV got loud.
Leah laughed.
"You think they're cheering for you?"
The dog wagged his tail proudly.
Francesco reached down and tossed the toy a short distance across the living room.
Cheddar immediately sprinted after it.
Leah leaned back into the couch again.
"…You know what's funny?"
"What?"
"Half the fans arguing online probably think this just happened overnight."
Francesco nodded.
"Most business deals take months."
"Or years."
"Exactly."
The internal discussions inside Arsenal had been going on quietly for a long time.
Board members.
Lawyers.
Executives.
Financial negotiations.
Things like that rarely happened quickly.
But once the announcement became public, it looked sudden.
Leah picked up her phone again.
"…Your Instagram mentions are blowing up."
He groaned softly.
"I'm not opening that."
She laughed.
"Smart."
Cheddar returned with the toy again and dropped it beside Francesco's foot.
Francesco glanced down.
"Again?"
Tail wag.
He tossed it again.
The corgi sprinted across the room.
Leah shook her head.
"He has infinite energy."
"Not last night."
"True."
They sat there for a few minutes watching the television coverage continue.
More footage of Arsenal.
More talk about ownership.
More speculation about what it might mean for the club's future.
Eventually the news moved on to other football topics.
Transfers.
League standings.
Upcoming matches.
Leah stretched slightly on the couch.
"…Well."
Francesco looked over.
"Well what?"
"The internet survived another football announcement."
He smiled faintly.
"For now."
She nudged his shoulder lightly.
"You're lucky though."
"Why?"
"Winning the Champions League makes fans a lot more patient."
That was probably true.
Success bought time.
And right now Arsenal supporters had something big to celebrate.
Leah glanced at the TV one more time.
"…Still."
"What?"
"This is going to dominate football news for a while."
Francesco nodded.
"Yeah."
Ownership changes always did.
But for him, the focus stayed the same.
Training.
Matches.
Goals.
Winning.
Everything else around the club could change.
Owners.
Executives.
Financial structures.
But the pitch stayed the same.
And sooner or later, that's where every story returned.
Cheddar barked again as he chased his toy across the living room.
Leah laughed softly.
"Alright, little man."
The morning sun continued filling the mansion.
The quiet Richmond house felt calm again.
Outside the walls, football fans around the world were arguing, celebrating, debating, and speculating about the future of Arsenal.
But inside the living room, the morning remained simple.
Coffee.
Breakfast.
A playful corgi.
And two people sitting together while the football world spun just a little bit faster.
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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 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