Chapter 401: Chapter 115: Two Miracle Balls! Amelia’s Exclusive Interview! Turin, Claiming the Golden Boy Award Trophy!_3
On the other side, Kolo Toure feared he and Kompany would be directly outmaneuvered and chose a very reasonable retreat, protecting Kompany’s back.
Suddenly, Ma’el had a flash of inspiration. He glanced at Joe Hart’s approximate position and noticed the opponent was retreating near the penalty line.
There’s no other way... You happen to be positioned forward and I just happen to have a good crossing technique for a long pass, isn’t this perfect?
In the spirit of "When Heaven is in love, Heaven ages," observing Hart’s miscalculated move.
Ma’el moved the ball a step to the right, swung up his left arm, and whipped his right leg.
At that moment, everyone knew what he was going to do, and the hearts of Manchester City fans stopped along with their players and coach.
"Boom!!"
Just as Kompany closed in to mark him, Ma’el’s right foot connected with the bottom of the football, using maximum long pass strength to kick the ball toward the far end of the goal, though not pursuing too much height.
Whether in terms of appearance or his touch on the ball, at that moment, his silhouette was extremely graceful, as if people could see the red-clad Xiaobei from years past standing there.
The football flew through the air, drawing all 40,000 spectators’ hearts, together heading towards the net in a beautiful arc.
"Deng deng deng!"
In front of the goal, Joe Hart was watching the football, retreating as he ran, but upon realizing its speed and tricky trajectory, he wanted to turn and sprint.
But as a goalkeeper who usually doesn’t run much and with poor coordination... as he turned, his foot uncontrollably tripped, causing a faceplant into the ground.
"Shoosh!" With a bitter face, Joe Hart pushed up with his hands, just about to stand, only to see the football hit the middle of the goal.
Beside him, the linesman rushed back to the center circle line, and the referee pointed to the center spot, signaling the goal was valid: "Beep!!"
"Yeah...!!" Only a little over 4,000 Arsenal fans erupted in a thunderous cheer, yet they couldn’t warm the entire field as more than 40,000 Manchester City fans sank into the abyss.
"Fack!"
Loss of possession led to Kompany conceding a goal, he swung his right hand, feeling indescribable remorse, as if a thorn pierced his throat, rendering him speechless before succumbing to inner pain.
No hope!
One to three!
A breathtaking lob!
Kolo Toure ran up to Joe Hart, looking at his bitter expression, recalling how many miracle balls he conceded, couldn’t help but close his eyes in silent mourning.
If he learned Chinese, perhaps he would lament—When Heaven is in love, Heaven ages, give Hart a break please.
"Vamos.....!!"
Ma’el spread his arms, laughing excitedly with his head tilting back, showing his graceful visage fully to the broadcast camera.
Two miracle balls!
After being named the Golden Boy by Italy’s Torino Sports Paper, he also made such a performance, gifting himself this first individual honor.
"Yes...!" Van Persie, closer, was the first to rush over, with Arteta and Alexander Song quickly following, all of Arsenal suddenly falling into madness.
"Won!"
"Ma’el! The God!"
"Phew...! I don’t know how to express it, I can only say, moments ago I felt huge pressure, now I feel I can single-handedly defend David Silva + Aguero!"
"Hahaha! A halfway unbeaten season might be coming!"
"Go! Go!!"
Arsenal players celebrated wildly, Professor Wenger also stretched his arms sliding on the sidelines, revealing a rare side.
"It’s in again!! Ma’el! Miraculous lob! Unbelievable lob! Happening at the Etihad Stadium!!"
Zhan Jun roared out loud, as if squeezing all the air from his lungs, "Three to one! Ma’el with his brace performance killed the match!"
"Arsenal has crossed the last strong enemy, officially marching towards halfway unbeaten!
"Ma’el! Radiant! A bright youth on the day of receiving the Golden Boy Award, with the performance of creating 3 goals, taking Mancini’s team down!
"Haven’t seen Ronaldo at 18? Haven’t seen Messi or C Ronaldo at 18?
"Now, from a more talented player, you can simultaneously see the shadow of these three!"
Zhan Jun vented all his excitement, smiled, and looked at Zhang Lu beside him, the latter was so shocked, collapsed on the chair, laughing speechlessly.
"I thought Manchester City was going to make a comeback, Mancini’s team has come back from a deficit four times this season, one time to draw!
"And yet, look, Ma’el stepped forward! I think no praise is too high right now, Ma’el the Great Emperor, or the new king of Emirates Stadium..... at this moment, he deserves these titles."
"Haha....!"
Zhan Jun laughed out loud beside him, he turned his head mulling over for a long time, attempting to find a fitting title for Ma’el, eventually settling on the soon-to-be inducted ’Liaoning Aircraft Carrier’ thinking of a carrier, "This can be regarded as Arsenal’s aircraft carrier launching, like a dragon!"
"Why an aircraft carrier?" Coach Zhang Lu found the title interesting, turned and asked with a smile.
"First of all, he is strong."
Zhan Jun pointed at Ma’el in the broadcast footage, laughed: "He’s big, that’s the first point, secondly, he is almost a versatile player, strong in all aspects.
"Whether in search, tracking, attacking, or spatial use on the field, and this wide-ranging, high-intensity strike ability, all very similar.
