From Arsenal to the Ball God

"It’s the King of the Emirates Stadium!"

"That’s right, just like Henry who has gone to MLS, we should use the club stadium’s name to call it!"

"Agreed! Henry was the King of Highbury, now a forward younger, better, and with more future than him has appeared. We should certainly call him the new, more magnificent ’King of the Emirates Stadium’!"

"He deserves it!"

"Very fitting!"

The fans were ecstatic. Soon, this title spread throughout the stadium, circulating first among Arsenal fans.

But everyone believed that by the end of this match, it would be known worldwide, and by then, Ma’el would have a new title.

This was a treatment Van Persie never had, but perhaps at this moment, he was too busy celebrating to feel sad; everyone would celebrate for this goal.

"Yeah...!"

On the field, Van Persie and all the Arsenal players rushed towards Ma’el. They had promised him to line up and fall together in celebration when he scored his 35th goal.

But unexpectedly, Ma’el dashed towards the goal, grabbed the ball, and ran back to the center circle.

No celebration!

He was saving time to pursue the ultimate victory!

"Come on...!!"

As Ma’el ran back with the ball in his arms, his arms couldn’t help but tremble, and his free right hand kept punching the air in celebration of this record-breaking goal.

goals!

From today, his name would proudly stand at the top of the English Super League’s single-season goal-scoring list!

Champion!

Being in this world for two years, he finally broke a very important record!

A feeling of sudden clarity appeared in his chest, as if he had parted the clouds to see the sun, ready to move on to the next stage.

At this moment, he seemed to see Ronaldo during his Manchester United days winking at him, Alan Shearer and Andy Cole running ahead, turning to wave at him.

These excellent forwards had left their own classic works here, reaching heights others couldn’t follow.

Their legendary stories influenced generations, making countless strikers look up in awe!

But when Ma’el took a few more steps forward, he found the figures of these people had disappeared. Only he was running at the front, with a broad, limitless path ahead.

Now, he is the best, most efficient forward in this league’s history!

With each step forward, he will create new history, new records!

"Aha...!!"

Ma’el couldn’t help but shout out loud again, then placed the ball in the center circle and ran to his position.

He didn’t want to celebrate on the sidelines as previously arranged, it was just that the 3 points in the title race were too important. If there was still time, then the victory must be pursued!

If he could score one more goal later, he would fulfill the promise with his teammates.

By then, the joy of victory would overlap with the joy of breaking the record, making that moment unforgettable for a lifetime.

Van Persie and others’ gazes changed. They asked themselves, they couldn’t do this.

If they broke an important record, no matter how urgent or crisis-stricken the moment, they couldn’t help but run to the sidelines.

"Come on!! Continue!!"

Someone clapped, infected by Ma’el, the fighting spirit soaring as they returned to the half-field.

Others quickly ran back to help Ma’el, who had accomplished an important achievement today, to strive for this victory.

"Clap, clap, clap....!"

On the sidelines, Wenger, Philip, and others huddled in front of the coaching bench, seemingly having just celebrated madly, calming down and clapping appreciatively for Ma’el.

They could no longer describe how lucky they were to have such a forward, only hoping he could stay with the team and complete more amazing moments with Arsenal.

Even achieve greater, more brilliant accomplishments until his name is permanently tied with this club, becoming eternal!

"Beep!" The whistle blew again, and the entire Arsenal team charged across half-field.

The Wigan Athletic players were somewhat daunted, now Arsenal looked more like the beast.

"Boom!!"

As soon as the game resumed, Ma’el completed a shot in front of the penalty area, but it didn’t succeed.

"Clang!"

Four minutes later, Van Persie received a pass from Rosicky and got a one-on-one chance, but luck was not on his side, as the ball hit the post and bounced out.

Seven minutes passed, Koscielny completed a header during a corner, with the ball narrowly missing the crossbar.

They were on the rise!!

"Arsenal...!! Arsenal....!!"

The fans’ loud, booming encouragement rang out, resounding through the clouds, perfectly matching the team, knowing when they needed help.

"Boom boom... snap!"

In the 78th minute of the game, Walcott got a one-on-one chance on the right side, successfully bypassing the opposing full-back and before the center-back came up, sent a cross towards the center.

The ball spun over the goalkeeper’s head, beginning to fall at the far post.

"Thudthudthud!"

A figure wearing the number 7 Arsenal jersey dashed into the small penalty area, throwing his body at the ball still a meter away, slamming into the falling soccer ball.

"Boom!... swoosh!" Two sounds almost simultaneous, accompanied by a heavy thud as it hit the ground.

Ma’el and the soccer ball entered the net together, sticking to Wigan Athletic’s goal.

The goal was in again!

Three to two!

"Wow.....!" As tens of thousands of people simultaneously shouted, the shock waves resounded through the stadium, several television commentators leaned back in their seats, dumbfounded, and unable to speak a word.

goals!!

Scoring a brace to overturn the score!

"Wa aa...!"

Ma’el laughed out loud, his hand swinging continuously, shaking his head with eyes closed, rushing toward the sideline with only hearing and feeling to enjoy this moment.

This time he could celebrate without holding back, to let it all out!

They were going to win!

On the day of breaking the record, he had fulfilled his wish to secure a victory for the team.

Upon reaching the sidelines, he used every ounce of his energy to jump explosively, clenching his right fist and punching the sky, "Boom...!"

He soon landed, but his emotions wouldn’t settle anytime soon.

Turning around, he saw the seven or eight Arsenal teammates rushing toward him and reached for his waist.

"Haha.....!" Arsenal players started laughing. They knew Ma’el wanted to continue the planned celebration.

The players lined up, with Van Persie standing at the back of everyone.

As Ma’el moved his hands, pretending to spin a revolver, everyone laughed and leaned backward.

"Boom...Boom...!" Two joy-laden ’gunshots’ rang out, the outermost Sagna and Arteta fell to the ground, followed by Mertesacker and Kyle Walker.

The fans quickly followed the rhythm, shouting with each motion of Ma’el’s hand, the whole stadium celebrated with him, "Boom...! Boom...!"

When Rosicky and Walcott fell, when Koscielny and Alexander Song fell, only Van Persie was left standing there.

Ma’el lifted his dual guns, smiling as he fired the last shot at him, "Boom...!"

"Ugh...!" Van Persie imitated a movie character’s wide-eyed look, pretending to spit out blood, staggering left and right, falling to the ground.

In the corner flag area, everyone was scrambling, only Ma’el stood last, pretending to blow the smoke from the gun barrels, then raised both hands towards the fans, "Yeah.....!!"

Just as he stood at the top of the Premier League scorers’ list, Arsenal stood at the top of the table, with a season of brilliance about to pass, they stood at the pinnacle!

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