Chapter 532: Chapter 134: The Demon King Controls the Final! First Top-Tier Career Title! The First Step Toward a Grand Slam!
"Oh...!"
The entire Arsenal team ran towards him again, but stopped a few steps away, seemingly afraid of disturbing him.
Ma’el turned around laughing, clenching one fist and raising it high, while the other hand placed on the Arsenal crest on his chest, patting continuously.
"I did it! We did it!"
"Click click...!" The media reporters on the sidelines pressed their camera shutters constantly, recording this moment.
Ma’el appeared in the frame with a bright smile, even though the expression was a bit exaggerated, he still maintained an exceptionally handsome image.
His face still carried traces of youth, yet he was able to provide a sense of security, enough for everyone to entrust everything to him with confidence.
Even Zhan Jun, who usually didn’t describe players with poetry, couldn’t help but exclaim: "A person like jade on the road, unmatched in the world! Ma’el’s goal has pretty much killed the game!"
"He can always relieve the worries of Arsenal fans with his goals and always dismantle the hard-won fighting spirit of opponents with a light strike!"
"Such a player is so rare... his emergence in the football world this season is not only a fortune for Arsenal fans but also for fans worldwide!"
"He’s only 18 this year, and in the future, we will have a long time to see him!"
"Even when the two greats retire, he will still be in his prime.... he will become the youth of a new generation of fans, a part of their indelible memories."
On the sidelines, Wenger didn’t stand up to celebrate this time but smiled at the pitch, with the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears.
...
The rest of the match was finally taken over by Arsenal.
"Bang bang bang...!"
They engaged in positional warfare, firmly controlling possession, giving Cardiff City no chances.
Cardiff City’s morale took a hit, unable to counterattack for a while, they could only defend passively.
Time passed second by second, many Cardiff fans appeared anxious, and some even rolled out of the field on their own after cramping, unwilling to waste time.
Especially after the match entered the 80th minute, as they felt an important opportunity slipping away, some Cardiff City players’ expressions fell into utter confusion.
This confusion wasn’t perplexity, but a daze... perhaps it’s the brain’s way of triggering a protective state to avoid excessive sadness.
Their minds were blank, sometimes running without knowing what they were doing.
"Beep!"
At the 87th minute, Ma’el was tripped by defender McNorton during a cut inside, and the referee awarded a free kick outside the penalty area.
The game had a brief pause, allowing both teams’ players to take a break from the intense scrimmage, calming down to relieve mental and physical fatigue.
It was at this moment that Cardiff City players realized what they were about to lose... a wave of sadness flooded their minds, and some of them completely broke down.
"I didn’t touch him, I really didn’t, it was just a slight touch."
As they lined up the wall, the burly McNorton had tears in his eyes, shaking his head continuously, "It shouldn’t be like this, we don’t have time."
The people beside him were solemn, saying nothing, but shared his feelings.
Seeing this scene, Ma’el keenly felt their desire for victory against Arsenal, filling him with admiration.
Such opponents are certainly worthy of respect, and perhaps in the future, they will face teams stronger than them, hoping by then, each of them will have the same desire to win.
And seize every opportunity, defeat strong enemies, leaving no regrets.
With that thought, he collected himself, realizing now was not the time for too much sentiment; the match wasn’t over, and he still had the chance to pursue a goal.
"Hoo...!"
Standing at the set-piece spot, he looked resolutely at the upper right corner of the opponent’s goal, adjusting his breathing, hoping to deliver a shot of the highest quality.
With 2 goals already, one more could complete a hat-trick in the final!
This would be a rare achievement, one that he would remember for a long time!
"Beep!" The referee’s whistle blew, and McNorton on the outermost of the wall wiped his eyes, covering his teeth and nose before standing tall.
Ma’el took a deep breath, glanced at the top right corner of the goal one more time, then confidently lowered his head to start his run-up.
As he placed his support foot, his toe made a significant sideways motion to the left, and then his right leg swung as he folded his arms.
Goalkeeper Heaton, initially positioned on the right side of the goal, saw Ma’el constantly eyeing the top left corner and hurried towards the wall.
"Boom!!"
Ma’el’s right foot curled under the ball, sending it out as it wrapped around the ball’s lower half until it aligned completely to the left.
Feigning to the east, striking to the west!
He did it again!
He loved shooting this way, relishing the feeling of deceiving the goalkeeper.
The technique could be used not only in penalties but also in open play and set-pieces!
Goalkeeper Heaton was tricked, moving behind their wall, and initially didn’t even see where the ball went.
By the time he saw the ball, it was already near the penalty spot.
He stood rooted in place, dropping the hands he had raised to dive, opening his mouth in despair, "No...."
Comments