From Arsenal to the Ball God

"Moreover, with 3 rounds left, they have a significant chance to break this record and achieve 30 victories in a single season!"

"....."

Emirates Stadium corner flag area, Mertesacker pretended to hold a steering wheel with both hands, joyfully zigzagging towards the corner flag area to embrace the fans in the nearby stands.

"Beautiful!"

"Mertesacker!"

"The Prince of Opportunism!"

"Nonsense, two consecutive crucial goals, that’s some top-notch opportunism!"

"Haha.....!"

Other Arsenal players joined Mertesacker and the Arsenal fans near the corner for hugs.

Ma’el supported himself on Mertesacker’s broad shoulders and jumped high, seeing many smiling Arsenal fans looking at him.

Feeling their anticipation, he too wanted to end the match with a goal.

He believed in his ability; in this match, he had given Bosingwa a tough time, just missing the goal luck.

As long as he keeps trying, he will surely score and secure the victory!

"Beep!"

After the kickoff, Chelsea stopped pressing and shifted to midfield defense, seemingly understanding they shouldn’t let Arsenal keep exploiting their back.

With just over 20 minutes left, if they hold their defense and wait for a counter-attack, there’s still a chance they could leave with a draw.

...

"Let’s see this shot! Torres missed it..... Arsenal’s defense, with a rare gap, didn’t manage to get the goal!"

"Szczeny secured the ball tightly, throwing it to Sagna on the flank!"

"Chelsea players pressed forward, trying to stop Arsenal’s quick counter-attack!"

"Now isn’t the time to expect stealing the ball, they should aim for a tactical foul opportunity!"

"Arsenal’s small-range cooperation, two consecutive one-touch passes! Arteta received the ball on the other side! Excellent high-pressure tactic!"

"Ramsey got kicked down, but it’s an advantageous attack! Arteta has crossed the halfway line, Ma’el is calling for the ball on the wing!"

"....."

"Boom!" Arteta at the center circle had a clear objective, taking a few strides before passing the ball to Ma’el on the flank.

Bosingwa, defending Ma’el, realized he couldn’t handle one-on-one, rushed out early trying to intercept the ball mid-way.

Unfortunately, Arteta’s choice of direction was brilliant, and the ball speed was very rapid, his sliding tackle failed.

"Smack...!"

Ma’el stayed behind him, meeting the ball that crossed Bosingwa’s defense area with a super speed burst forward, covering over ten meters.

"Stomp stomp stomp!" His two strides merged into one, legs alternating as he chased the ball.

Feeling the spring breeze fill his collar, brushing across his cheeks, his adrenaline spiked, reaching its peak.

He knew the opportunity he’d been waiting for had arrived, securing the win was now!

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Terry commanded alongside Kahil from the center back position, to retreat together.

But their retreat speed paled compared to Ma’el’s forward charge.

About 10 meters from the penalty arc, they had to stop, lowering their centers to defend against the approaching Ma’el.

It was unfavorable for them, the larger space behind them, the greater the field for Ma’el’s speed.

At the penalty arc, explosion runs weren’t ideal for Ma’el, as once he’s running, Cech would come out to cover, disrupting or holding the ball.

But at this position, there’s less fear, and more options arise.

"Boom boom...boom!"

Ma’el detected Terry and Kahil’s tension, intentionally making several deceptive explosion runs, startling them into turning prematurely to chase.

When they instinctively eased vigilance, Ma’el truly burst forward with the ball towards their unguarded backfield!

Attacks are best kept simple; with space, utilize it straightforwardly!

Terry and Kahil felt desperate, chasing back, it almost seemed as if they were searching for each other rather than tracking Ma’el.

Because the speed of the opponent was too fast, not just rapid, these moves fooled their balance, starting ideally early!

After a few strides, Kahil felt like giving up, realizing all this was in vain.

Terry didn’t give up, but still couldn’t prevent Ma’el from entering the penalty area, facing Cech.

"Smack... Boom!!"

Ma’el shifted the ball towards the far corner near the penalty spot, then aligned his supporting foot towards the near corner during his shot.

Everyone knew he excels in targeting far and hitting near, it’s his signature move.

Cech understood this; as a top goalkeeper, he surely investigated the opposing forward pre-match.

He focused on the near corner, leaping towards it as Ma’el struck.

But the ball rolled towards Cech’s left hand, aimed at the far corner!

Cech’s eyes widened in shock; the opponent anticipated an aspect he hadn’t—outjudged him by one step!

"Swish!!" watching the ball touch the net, Cech looked at Ma’el spreading his arms, running to the corner flag area.

"Aaahhhh...!!" Emirates Stadium erupted in mania once more, as the star striker sealed the victory with a goal, everyone stood up clapping in fervent love, celebrating.

"Two to zero!! Beautiful goal! Ma’el tricked Cech! A shot at the far corner!"

"This is the player’s 38th goal this season! He pushes the record forward once more!"