Chapter 533: Chapter 134: Demon King Takes Control of the Final! First Top-Tier Title of His Career! First Step Toward the Grand Slam!
"Swish!" The soccer ball slammed to his right side, the angle wasn’t too tricky, but the speed was incredibly fast.
This time Ma’el intended to catch him off guard and then quickly score the ball into the unguarded goal!
Four to one!
Completely killing the suspense!
"Wow.....!!!"
Wembley Stadium was cheering for Ma’el alone; no one could sit still, the fans just wanted to jump around and finish these last few minutes.
A hat-trick in the final!
This time, Ma’el didn’t choose any flashy celebration; he roared while tearing off his jersey, waving it as he dashed toward the edge of the field, shouting spontaneous phrases of joy, "Vamos.....!!"
His whole body trembled, and even his jaw and neck shook as he shouted in celebration.
The championship has arrived!
The third hat-trick of the season, the second hat-trick goal!
Arsenal players quickly rushed over; Van Persie leaped up and wrapped Ma’el’s neck from behind, pulling him backward.
Sagna and Arteta lifted his legs from the front, with the former laughingly complaining, "You’re really heavy!"
Ma’el quickly understood what they intended to do, a smile spreading across his face.
Other players joined in, forming a circle around him and supporting him from all parts as they excitedly chanted, "3...2...1...Aye.....!!"
On the final count, they exerted force together, tossing him into the air in a ’toss’ celebration.
"Aye...!"
"Aye...!"
After the first toss, they got into a rhythm, exerting, catching, and releasing together, repeating the process continuously.
"Hahaha...!"
Ma’el laughed out loud in mid-air; having experienced similar celebrations before, he no longer felt fear, only joy this time.
Originally, he planned to close his eyes and enjoy the sensation of floating and weightlessness, but he couldn’t resist opening them and gazing at the sea of red at Wembley Stadium, looking down at his Arsenal teammates.
Playing here, winning together with these star teammates, lifting trophies together, it’s truly wonderful!
They must continue winning until they’ve claimed everything!
On the sideline, Wenger shook Philip’s shoulders excitedly, "I told you, this is the season, this is the day!"
Philip’s body shook constantly; it was a bit overwhelming, "Alright, alright, I get it, can you stop for a moment?"
"Satisfaction!" Wenger gave one final shake before releasing his hands and looking up to check how much time was left in the match.
Finding there was just over a minute of normal time remaining of the 90 minutes, he stood on the sideline, ready to celebrate on the pitch.
Up in the box area above the field.
"Aha...Aha...Aha!"
Everyone jumped excitedly, none more so than Isabella, who jumped with all her might, fully expressing her happiness.
"Hat trick!" Isabella raised her hands, looking proudly at Ma’el in the corner flag area, "He really is working magic!"
"Indeed a magician!"
Safina clapped her hands in agreement with a smile, "Looks like we should be able to go down and celebrate with them later?"
"Why bother joining the crowd?"
Harry retorted, but there was still hope in his eyes; he just wasn’t sure if they could get onto the pitch to celebrate with the players.
"Let’s go." Jose walked over with a beer, patting Harry on the shoulder with a smile, "He invited us before the match to head down the player tunnel after the match ends. Once their trophy ceremony is over, we can join them on the field."
Harry turned to meet his gaze, excitement building in his eyes as he looked at the scoreboard’s time.
"It’s almost 90 minutes, probably 1-2 minutes of stoppage time left, right?" Just as he finished talking, the match clock passed 90 minutes, but the fourth official hadn’t appeared on the sideline.
"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"
As they were puzzling over this, the referee blew the final whistle without any added time.
The match was over!
Arsenal beat Cardiff City four to one to clinch this season’s English League Cup!
"Yeah...!!"
"Wemble...!"
"Champion...!"
Everyone in the box was excitedly raising their arms and cheering loudly, overflowing with emotions, rushing out of the box to head down to the player tunnel.
Who would hold back now? Everyone was eager to quickly get down there to celebrate with their team!
....
"Yeah...!!"
In the center of the pitch, hearing the referee’s whistle signaling the end of the match, Ma’el also raised his arms, fell backward, first landing on his backside on the ground, then lying flat on this field.
The championship was won!
They would be the English League Cup champions this season, and he had achieved the first step toward his personal club honor Grand Slam!
Even if it might be a small step, it was undoubtedly a meaningful one.
He felt immensely fortunate to have scored a hat trick in such a game, further deepening the impression of this significant first, ensuring he would forever remember this moment.
In retrospect, with three goals to his name, he would likely earn the final’s Best Player accolade, boosting his Puma endorsement fee to 2.85 million pounds.
He was close to the first tier of the bonus ladder: 3 million pounds.
Next up, he would focus all his attention on the Premier League, aiming for an undefeated title win!
Ma’el closed his eyes, happiness filling his entire being, making him forget fatigue, even how to celebrate; he just wanted to lie there, to remain in this moment forever.
No, he had higher goals to chase, he couldn’t just lie there; he needed to pursue greater honor, achievements, happiness, and joy!
"Aha.....!!"
"Clap clap clap clap.....!!"
In Wembley Stadium, the fans’ cheers and claps roared on, seemingly set to continue intensely, never fading away.
The awkward history of seven years without a trophy finally turned a corner today!
Since Ma’el joined the team this season, they were finally lifting an English League Cup trophy as desired!
"We are the champions!"
On the sidelines, Arsenal’s substitute players and assistant coaches were all raising their arms in excitement, charging onto the pitch.
"Yeah!!"
"Double Crown pursuit!"
"Today, I must pop open a bottle of champagne and soak Mr. Wenger’s suit!"
"Haha.....I want to do that too!"
"This shouldn’t count as premature champagne popping, right? We still have to work hard in the league."
"It doesn’t, no one says it does!"
Wenger, looking at them, couldn’t hold back himself, but before rushing onto the field, he politely approached the Cardiff City head coach for a handshake and a hug.
"Played well, great spirit and energy." He suppressed his emotions, trying to appear calm, to avoid aggravating the opponent’s sadness.
Watching the other turn his head and nod regretfully, then walk toward the player tunnel, disappearing from view step by step.
Wenger’s emotions rose step by step until they burst completely, turning to rush into the field, shouting excitedly, "Come on! Come on!!"
Stepping onto the soft grass, treading on familiar old places, he recalled the feelings of winning the FA Cup here four times.
The soaring emotions in his memory interwove with his feelings at this moment, immersing his mind in a state of intense joy, as if reaching the extreme.
This shouldn’t be the case; these are two different competitions, but the joy of an overdue victory and the thrill of a resurgence after seven years of dormancy made it uncontrollable.
We’re back!
Everything is back!
They would start from here, step by step, returning to their former peak, and even surpass it.
In this moment, he had a strong premonition that this team would achieve unexpected success.
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This month’s update is 492k, aiming for 540k+ with leader add-ons 4*7k, monthly ticket add-ons 9*7k.
Begging for votes, will definitely complete it!
Sorry for not fully finishing this plot, I got it done by half-past four in the morning, really can’t complete it tonight.
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