(A/n: Thinking of dropping this fic. I am barely getting any support aside from a few gentlemen. Although I honestly appreciate it, I ain't finding motivation for it. But I'll try to complete the story.
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This time, the Football Association, Arsenal, and London reacted with unimaginable speed. A rising star had been racially discriminated against by a foreigner. This was an insult to the entirety of England.
Initially, Mesut Ă–zil might have still harbored a sliver of arrogance and lucky, thinking that at most he would delete a post, apologize to the club, and then be suspended for a few games to get by. He just wanted to be lazy and had no intention of participating in the matches seriously. He hadn't even realized that whether he deleted the post or not was irrelevant anymore.
But the rapid deterioration of this situation went beyond his worst expectations. The first to turn against him was his agent. When the call connected, the agent had none of his usual pleasantries or reassurances; instead, he launched into a furious tirade:
"Lunatic! Ă–zil! You're a complete and utter lunatic! I've never seen such a idiot who destroys his own future like you!"
"10 million signing fee, that was Arsenal's commercial operation! What does that have to do with you?? Is your 350,000 weekly salary given to you by God? Haven't you taken enough money from Arsenal? Is there a need to be jealous of this?! Why did you use racial discrimination to attack your own teammates? To attack tens of thousands of fans?!"
"Arsenal pays your salary! You insulted their most important signing this season! You insulted their market! You even pointed fingers and cursed an England international! Do you know what this means? It means your professional career is completely over! No one in Europe's top Leagues will ever want you again! No one will ever touch a player who ignited the powder keg of racial discrimination!"
"You not only ruined yourself, but you also destroyed years, even decades, of hard work by our entire agent team! You made us the laughingstock of the industry, someone everyone avoids!!"
The more the agent spoke, the more agitated he became, as if his spit was going to spray through the phone onto Ă–zil's face. He couldn't refute him, because every word the agent said was true.
The agent continued, "This call is to tell you, I'm done! I quit! On behalf of the entire team, I announce that our partnership with you terminates immediately at the end of this call! Goodbye! No, never again! I hope you enjoy your time in prison!"
The agent's image instantly vanished after an angry hang-up.
Ă–zil held his phone, the screen already black, this was no longer the gentle scolding he had expected, this was a signal of being directly abandoned. He stood motionless in the empty living room of his villa, holding his phone. The agent's angry rebuke still echoed in his mind. He began to feel a bone-chilling coldness. He hadn't deleted that post yet; he had set it to private, so only he could see it.
In the post's comments.
Abuse, boycotts, and demands for suspension and contract termination were overwhelming. He tried to call his private sports lawyer, seeking legal protection and a way out. The sports lawyer's phone rang for a long time before it was answered.
"Hello, Mesut Ă–zil," the lawyer's voice on the other end was unusually cold, devoid of any emotion, "I don't think I need to offer you any advice anymore, you've painted yourself into a corner. Arsenal... even the entire England football community's legal power, they're serious this time. They have irrefutable evidence. I'm calling to formally inform you: my law firm has decided to terminate our representation contract with you, effective immediately. I'm sorry, but we can't help you, and please seek other counsel."
The sports lawyer also quickly cut ties, severing the relationship.
He slumped onto the sofa, frantically scrolling through his contacts like a headless fly, searching for other London barristers he knew or had heard of. Every call he made was either outright rejected, or he heard a cold "Sorry, we don't take these kinds of cases" through the receiver before it was hung up. Just as he was futilely trying to contact the next number on his phone, the doorbell rang. Through the intercom system, he saw that the people standing outside were not lawyers, nor were they friends. Instead, they were several London police officers in uniform, with stern expressions. After opening the door, the lead officer showed his identification:
"Mr. Mesut Ă–zil? Please cooperate. On behalf of the Metropolitan Police Service, and pursuant to preliminary court approval, we are now lawfully taking you into custody. Please come with us to the police station to assist with the investigation regarding the allegations of 'inciting racial hatred' and related public order act offenses." The officer's tone was official, carrying an undeniable authority.
"What... what are you doing? I haven't committed a crime... I haven't committed a crime," Ă–zil said blankly.
"Sir, whether you have committed a crime is not for us to decide, we are merely executing orders, let's go." The police still escorted him out.
Although handcuffs were not immediately applied (due to his public figure status and initial cooperation with the investigation), two police officers stood on either side of him, completely cutting off any possibility of Ă–zil moving freely. He was lawfully taken into custody and led away, just like any suspect accused of a serious crime. After being taken to the police station for temporary detention and initial questioning, he received the only legal assistance he could get.
The British legal system, out of humanitarian considerations, assigned him a state legal aid lawyer, commonly known as a "public defender." This lawyer rushed to meet Ă–zil, his face etched with professional weariness and helplessness at the difficult case. He flipped through the hundreds of pages of documents submitted by Arsenal's chief lawyer, Svenja's team, with an evidence chain so complete it was suffocating.
The core evidence was screenshots and data of the post that had over ten million views, over one hundred thousand shares and comments, and caused a massive negative impact globally. This included Arsenal Board resolutions, statistics of fan protests, reports of strong reactions from Chinese media, and the Football Association's disciplinary decision…
The public defender gave a wry smile and directly told him: "Mr. Mesut Ă–zil, based on the serious charges you are currently facing and the extremely unfavorable, ironclad evidence... I must tell you frankly. This is a lawsuit that is bound to fail. My defense will be very limited, mainly focusing on possible mitigating circumstances, such as you being drunk the day you posted, and then trying to gain some small leeway in sentencing appeals. But please note, the court has extremely low tolerance for racial discrimination crimes, especially when they cause such a huge social impact. You need to prepare for the worst."
The lawyer's frankness was almost cruel, but it also revealed the cold truth: this fire, ignited by he himself and fueled by his foolishness, could not be put out by anyone. The lawyer's role was more like a tool for witnessing disaster and executing procedures, rather than a hope for turning the tide. He knew he was facing a double crushing by the elite legal team hired by Arsenal and the public prosecution power of the state machinery.
Soon, the trial proceeded under immense public scrutiny, but unexpectedly, there was not much suspense or lengthy debate. The evidence presented by the prosecution, representing Arsenal in the civil lawsuit and the state public prosecution in the criminal lawsuit, was overwhelming and authentic:
{The original post, the source of all evil, was judicially confirmed beyond doubt; its wide spread and severe impact (triggering global condemnation and widespread harm to the club and the international player) were supported by detailed data;
Its clear insult to Oliver based on his Mother's (Mrs. Shuwen's) Chinese ethnicity and extreme racist terms like "yellow-skinned monkey" directed at Asian football fans.
Constituted violations of Article 18 of the public order act 1986, "causing fear or inciting hatred on racial/religious grounds," and Article 5, "using threatening, abusive or insulting words or behavior, or disorderly behavior, likely to cause harassment, alarm or distress."}
Arsenal further provided conclusive evidence that Mesut Ă–zil's remarks directly led to a severe short-term damage to the club's commercial brand value in the Chinese and East Asian markets, the risk of commercial sponsorship contracts being terminated, and potential massive losses in ticket revenue.
In court, Arsenal's chief lawyer, Svenja, presented calmly and rationally, peeling back the layers of Ă–zil's crimes. The prosecutor's words were even more severe, emphasizing how this case severely trampled upon societal inclusivity and anti-racism efforts in football.
Although Ă–zil's legal aid lawyer tried his best to make some formal defenses. For example, emphasizing that "the defendant was severely intoxicated," "an oversight while not in a fully rational state," and "has deep remorse," these arguments appeared pale and powerless in the face of overwhelming evidence and public opinion.
When Ă–zil himself appeared in court, his face was ashen, his eyes unfocused, long gone was his former glory, only immense fear and bewilderment remained. The final verdict was delivered in the judge's solemn pronouncement:
"This court finds that the defendant, Mesut Ă–zil, has committed serious crimes with conclusive evidence:
1. Seriously violating Article 18 of the public order act 1986, inciting hatred on racial grounds.
2. Violating Article 5 of the public order act 1986.
3. Deliberately and seriously damaging the commercial reputation and goodwill of Arsenal Football Club.
Given the extremely egregious nature of his actions:
The discriminatory remarks involved were widely disseminated through social media, with extremely far-reaching and destructive impact.
One of the victims is Oliver Thorne, a current England National Team player who is highly in the public eye, compounding the impact.
His actions caused significant harm to British football, which is committed to diversity and inclusion, and to society as a whole.
The judgment is as follows:
1. Civil compensation: The defendant Mesut Ă–zil is ordered to pay Arsenal Football Club 4.5 million pounds in compensation. This amount must be paid within 30 days.
2. Criminal part: The defendant Mesut Ă–zil is sentenced to three months imprisonment. The judgment is effective immediately."
"Court adjourned! Take him away!" The judge's gavel struck heavily.
The bailiffs stepped forward, and the cold handcuffs were finally placed on Mesut Ă–zil's wrists this time. Mesut Ă–zil did not struggle, nor did he cry; he seemed to have had his soul drawn out, and like a walking corpse, he was escorted out of the courtroom towards the police car waiting outside.
Outside the car door, reporters and some agitated Arsenal and England fans, who had already gathered, erupted in a strong chorus of boos and curses. The police car sped away.
Mesut Ă–zil's football career in Europe was completely over.
Arsenal had completely gotten rid of this scandalous development.
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