From Arsenal to the Ball God

Ma’el also hurriedly ran towards the referee’s direction, glanced at the hesitant-looking referee, and anxiously ran towards Koscielny to demonstrate the diving action by Welbeck just now.

"No! Absolutely not!" He shook his head, surrounding the main referee, knowing that conceding a penalty now would be disastrous.

"Beep!!"

The main referee seemed to have made some decision, blew the whistle, and walked towards the penalty area.

Ma’el looked at him nervously, not understanding what he intended until he saw him raise his hand to point to the penalty spot.

Penalty!

Koscielny also received a yellow card!

Yellow penalty combo!

"Ah!" A group of people immediately surrounded the referee, making it difficult for the referee who eventually raised a yellow card high, issuing an additional Yellow Gem Card to the most agitated Sagna.

Double yellow!

Ma’el looked at him, rolled his eyes to the sky, knowing that saying anything at this moment would be futile, he turned angrily, raised his right hand towards the sky.

This misjudgment is damnable, VR should be introduced quickly... although it might reduce some fun, it would also lessen regrets and resentments. The advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

"You pig! Go to hell!"

Deschamps pointed at the referee and swore at the sidelines, but it didn’t stand out amid the fans’ clamorous cursing.

Ma’el gestured with his hands down to indicate calmness to him, saying that anything said now would be useless, getting a red card and sent off was unnecessary.

Upon arriving near the midline, he turned and looked at Gerrard, who was about to step on the penalty spot, hoping for a miracle in his heart.

...

"Boo boo boo...!!"

Under the jeering of France fans, Gerrard placed the ball in front of the penalty spot, facing Lori’s gestures and verbal distractions.

He didn’t look at Lori, only turned to stare at the main referee, waiting for his whistle.

"Beep!!"

The whistle sounded, Gerrard glanced at the goal, focusing his gaze on the football at his feet, and then started his run-up.

A few steps later, his supporting foot landed next to the football, his right foot kicked the ball towards the right side.

"Bang... Boom!" But at the moment of shooting, his left foot suddenly slipped, causing his body to involuntarily fall forward, losing his balance completely.

Disaster!

A look of resentment appeared on Gerrard’s face; just before falling, he flicked his right ankle forcefully, barely pushing the ball away.

"Yeah.....!"

After falling, looking at the blue sky, listening to the cheers of France fans, he painfully closed his eyes, vowing never in his life to miss an opportunity due to slipping again.

"Clap!"

In front of the goal, Hugo Lloris noticed Gerrard’s fall and knew the ball wouldn’t be of quality, so he stood in the middle waiting, flying out to save only after the ball was kicked, blocking it out of the net.

Caught it!

It didn’t go in!!

Ma’el was instantly energized, facing England’s backfield, ready to sprint for a counterattack at any time.

But he soon saw Ashley Young as the first to rush into the box, poking at the football.

Danger again!

"Clap!" Lori lay on the ground, sprang up, widened his defense area, and blocked the football.

Double save!

Ma’el’s eyes brightened again, momentarily willing to call this future Tottenham goalkeeper as the Gate God.

The victory is preserved!

He turned towards the opposing backfield, pushing back two defenders, tearing up space for a counterattack.

"Aaaahhhh...!!" The cheers within escalated further, at this moment the double save was no less than scoring an equalizing or decisive goal.

"Boom!"

Koscielny came to the second penalty spot, kicking the ball towards the front field, completing the clearance, simultaneously pounding his chest and shouting, "Come on! Give a penalty again! Give another!"

He turned around, hugged Hugo Lloris, holding his face and kissing him heavily, after holding back he said, "I heard you’re coming to an England team next year, remember, don’t choose our dead rival!

"I love you! Lori!"

Koscielny quickly lifted Lori, turned and called for players in the box to press out, "Charge! Charge! Press out for me!"

"Hugo Lloris saved France! Brilliant save!! Gerrard, oh, fatal slip!!

"I have a hunch, the shoes on his feet are about to face a sales winter!

"England’s opportunity to equalize, now it’s all gone!

"Let’s look at the football’s landing point, Ma’el contends with Gilbert for the header! Ma’el brushes the ball to Nasri’s position, beautiful!!

"Now it’s France’s counterattack opportunity..... not giving you time for regret, this is the rhythm of the European Cup!"

"....."

Near midfield, Nasri stopped the ball passed from Ma’el in his stride, booting it towards the box, accelerating with all his might.

"Dengdengdeng!"

After landing, Ma’el turned swiftly, following closely, coming to Nasri’s side to offer support, but Gilbert and Lescott closely followed him, cutting off Nasri’s pass route to him.

This is unavoidable, they can’t outrun him, but they can certainly outrun ball-handling Nasri, just need to block Nasri.

No problem..... he noticed that Klich was advancing on the far end as well, passing to him also holds hope!

As long as it scores, it would be an absolute classic goal, a one-thought-hell or paradise classic goal!

"Boom!"

Nasri delivered a crescent moon pass to the open position where Klich was, the latter took a shot without stopping the ball, launching a bouncing ball towards the goal.

"Dong!" The football bounced too high after rebounding, though it passed through Joe Hart’s hands, it hit the post and bounced back into the box.

It didn’t go in!

"Ah.....!!" Many France fans knelt before the stand, Deschamps covered his face at the edge of the field, just a little would have killed the game, winning the Anglo-French war.

Near the penalty spot, the football dropped slowly, and just as the English thought they had escaped a calamity, a figure clad in a No. 7 France jersey sensed sharply and rushed in!

There’s still a follow-up shot!

This time it’s up to Ma’el!

He sprang up, in the air spread out his body, making a violent aerial strike motion, without giving the opponent a chance to intercept the ball.

"Boom!!"

After flying up, his right foot struck the football fiercely, redirecting the ball bouncing out of the box back towards the goal.

"Clatter.....!" The football hit the ground again, bouncing towards the goal, but this time England wasn’t as lucky, the football solidly touched the net, "Swish!!"

Goal!!

Two to zero!

France kills the match!

Right after the penalty!!

"Wowwww.....!!"

"Yeah.....!!"

"Ma-ehl.....!!"

The piercing explosive sound resonated through Warsaw National Stadium, the most exhilarating moment of the European Cup arrived, France after almost being equalized, turned around to kill the match!

Ma’el and Hugo Lloris, together let France pass a miraculous 20 seconds!

"Come on....!" Ma’el grinned and bared his teeth, patting his chest, then tore off his jersey, tossing it aside.

He raced to the edge of the field with utmost speed, landing a violent flying kick at the corner flag, scaring the side referee far away.

After landing, he jumped up again, reaching a height unattainable by ordinary people, punching an uppercut, roared passionately, "Come on.....!!"

If in the future someone asks him how to summarize his European Cup debut, he would certainly laugh and tell them the story of this goal.

Misjudgment, divine save, crossbar, aerial strike, defeating the Three Lions!!