From Arsenal to the Ball God

On the field, Ma’el laughed excitedly, spreading his arms wide, shaking his head and hair as he charged toward the corner flag area, like a beast about to devour.

Of course, his graceful appearance won’t give people the same feeling as Haaland, no matter how crazy he gets.

The first goal of the European Cup is here!

It’s also the first goal of the Level 5 skills!

Ma’el could feel how crazy the atmosphere was at multiple spots in the stadium right now, which further intensified his mood, making his brain feel as if it had entered a paradise, infinitely exhilarating, yet his body felt fiercely hot.

He verified the truth, verified the power of Level 5 skills on the field!

If the Level 4 long shots could allow him to score about 8 goals in 30 high-level matches, then the Level 5 long shot could definitely allow him to score more than 16 goals!

If other capabilities improve somewhat in the future, and he gets more shooting opportunities, relying solely on the sheer brutal power of a cannon to score 25+ goals in a single season might be possible!

Aside from not letting him shoot, or disrupting him to prevent the highest quality shot, or predicting the landing point in advance to save, or praying for his own mistake, is there any way to stop such a shot?

There’s none!

Though it’s a long shot, it’s as good as a penalty!

"Vamos.....!!" Ma’el roared, throwing himself down and slid on his knees within the field passionately, regardless of the time, a knee-slide celebration is always timeless.

This is his beginning in this arena; from today, he will formally use goals and Level 5 long shots to challenge all the major strong opponents!

After getting up, he turned around and saw Sagna running at full speed, Nasri and Benzema with their hands covering their mouths far away, and the England players dumbfounded.

"I knew you lied to me!"

After Sagna came over, he jumped onto his body, exclaiming, "I asked you that day if you had improved, and you said just a little, but is this just a little?!"

"Fack! The long shot master Gerrard is standing right there, but even if he took a hundred shots undisturbed, he couldn’t produce one of this quality!"

"Stop cueing others," Ma’el let him down, smiled while high-fiving, "Is the new song ready?"

"It’s ready." Sagna nodded with a smile, "If we win this match, I’ll sing it in the dressing room after the game."

"Great."

Ma’el prepared to turn around and walk toward his own half to meet the other teammates who came to celebrate. After taking two steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned around facing the stands, and performed the clown moonwalk for celebration.

"Folala...!!"

He fulfilled the wish of the little girl who hoped he would score before the match, knowing somewhere in the stands, someone must be cheering.

"Amazing goal!"

After turning around, Nasri was already in front of him, extending his hand, "We might win the first match, and it’s against the strongest opponent in the group!"

Ma’el high-fived him, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Isn’t it inevitable? Okay, don’t relax; there’s still a long time to go, make sure to stay steady, use offense to ease the pressure on defense."

Nasri nodded before turning and running away. Though they’ve reconciled, it might only be limited to this tournament; it’s not good to get particularly close in front of the cameras.

Next were Koscielny, Yohan Cabaye, and other players, all coming up to congratulate Ma’el and express their amazement.

Ma’el felt satisfied, looked up at the Polish national stadium, and thought about being in the European Cup arena, celebrating a European Cup goal, feeling a moment of happiness; this is one of the highest honors for a striker.

"Hi!" On the way back, Benzema also came close to him, laughed, "Although you took our percentage legend, someone told me, if you don’t join Real Madrid, don’t get too close to you.....

As Ma’el heard this, his expression froze; he didn’t expect Benzema to choose such an opening line.

Can he even say this?

He glanced at Benzema, suddenly understanding why he later got expelled from the national team, sometimes not being clear-headed.

"But the goal was so beautiful, scoring such a goal would be my lifelong wish."

Benzema came up, high-fived Ma’el, "Hope we can win, and go further."

Ma’el nodded, reached his position; the smile still didn’t fade from his face, he clenched his fist, gesturing to the fans on the side.

"Aaaahh.....!" Many people cheered at him, leading the whole France fanbase to boil again.

"Beep!"

After the game restarted, with the momentum of the goal, the France team charged for a few more minutes, then returned, employing a tactic of relinquishing ball control.

On the England coach seat, head coach Pierce sat there looking gloomy and anxious, after some time, he turned to Gilbert, "Kid, did you know he had that shot?"

"I..." Gilbert was silent; he didn’t know whether to say yes or no.

In fact, he often saw Ma’el tormenting goalkeepers in the Premier League stage; later, as they reached Championship, he thought the opponent would restrain a bit, but didn’t expect the same behavior.

Even more unexpected was, the opponent in the faster-paced, harder-to-get-chances European Cup, still performed similarly, if not better!

The intensity changed, the level of defensive players and goalkeepers changed, preparation time shortened, the line choices reduced, why is Ma’el’s cannon always unchanging?

Alright..... He must admit, Ma’el also evolved; that’s his shooting accuracy and power improved.

But thinking about this with common people’s logic, it’s truly hard to comprehend. Clearly, every time you feel he’s at his limit, he can still bring stronger performance.

Could it be, he truly can, as he said, be one-of-a-kind?