From Arsenal to the Ball God

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: First Hat Trick!

”This position! The King of Long Shots is coming!! Ma’el! A powerful shot!!”

The live commentator pressed the microphone tightly against his lips, no longer needing to adjust his emotions. At this moment, just follow the game, ”Can it hit? The goalkeeper dives out, the football is about to reach....! Hits the crossbar!!”

As his voice suddenly changed, the once-dead silent scene burst into that clear sound of hitting the metal.

”Clang!” The football struck the crossbar heavily, causing the entire goal to tremble violently.

For a moment, Sheffield United fans’ eyes were suddenly lifeless, their hearts clenched, while Doncaster fans felt a sense of joy as if they had narrowly escaped a disaster, even forcing them to want to punch the air in celebration at this unglamorous moment.

However, the football did not bounce back into the penalty area, nor did it skim off the crossbar and fly over the goal line.

It hit the lower edge of the crossbar, and after hitting the bar, it still slammed towards the goal, first touching the ground, bouncing back and then rebounding into the net!

Rarely seen, the football pushed the top of the net upward prominently!!

”Yeah.....!!” The first to lose control were the Sheffield United fans. They flushed red, stood up quickly, and threw their scarves and hats off the stands, while some even spilled their beer.

The foam and froth arced across the stands like rainbows, as splendid as fireworks.

The goal went in!

Three to two!

They turned the score around!

”People always say not to fall in love with a loaned player, but look at him, how can you not love him?!”

”Hat-trick! Is this the kid’s first hat-trick in his professional career, it’s a day worth remembering!”

”It’s also our day worth remembering, such an exciting comeback hasn’t been experienced in a long time, stoppage-time thriller!”

”I can’t take it, I’m screaming until I feel like vomiting.”

They were shouting all at once, many of them whistling and beating war drums, those holding flags in the front rows of the stands were swinging their arms wildly, making the flags dance vigorously.

”Oh.....!” On the sidelines, Garrispeed leapt up instantly, not just his body but also his emotions soared.

It was a pleasure no less than scoring a winning goal himself, the dead memories hammering in his mind, seemingly recalling his days as a player.

Without any reservations, he spread his arms and ran along the coach’s area, inadvertently rushing to the opponent’s coaching area, causing some dissatisfaction from the opponent’s assistant coaches, luckily running back before they could reach him.

At this moment, everything faded away, there was only a sense of infinite joy.

The breath that was missing is finally here, the nearly-missed expectations are fully met!

On the pitch, the fiery atmosphere engulfed the place, even the referee, who should have stayed clear-headed, seemed to feel a bit lost.

He didn’t know whether to blow the whistle or to do something else, so he could only throw a pleading glance at the sideline referee nearby.

The sideline referee quickly met his eyes, nodded slightly, then ran along the sideline towards the center circle, signaling the goal was absolutely valid.

”Beep!!”

Only then did the referee confidently point towards the center circle, turning away, with a few beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

All of the Doncaster fans were devastated, sitting on the spot like petrified stones, unable to even curse, as if a spell had been cast to rob them of all movement.

Some players quickly collapsed to the ground, burying their heads in their arms. Others fell backward, covering their faces with their hands, while others remained standing or stood with hands akimbo, their whole being seemed utterly drained.

Despite this, they could not capture the main perspective of others.

They were destined only to be the backdrop, highlighting the victorious figures even more gloriously.

”Oh.....!” Ma’el opened his mouth to roar, yet only released a sliver of delight, as he sprinted towards the sidelines, jumping high and swinging his right arm, celebrating with an uppercut punch like a rising dragon.

First career hat-trick, 8th goal of the league, they’ve all come!

As a forward player, he certainly imagined under what circumstances he would achieve a hat-trick, but none was as wonderful and explosive as this one.

Turning a two-goal deficit into a three-goal comeback, single-handedly altering the game’s fate, sealing the game!

His body temperature quickly rose, feeling like he was the only one left on the pitch, then again feeling like he was the focus of many people’s attention.

After high-fiving and hugging with his teammates, his mind hadn’t cooled down yet, and he clenched his fists again and shouted several times.

He wasn’t someone who couldn’t contain his excitement, it just...felt damn good.

After this goal, as the game neared its end, the Doncaster players lost their fighting spirit, accompanying Sheffield United in winding down the time.

Garrispeed worried about any unforeseen changes, used a substitution to take Ma’el off.

”Clap clap clap.....” The applause rang out again, the South Stand Sheffield United fans raised their hands in a pilgrimage-like manner, paying the highest tribute to their hero.

Surprisingly, scattered applause also arose from the other three stands.

They came from the Doncaster fans, with many having accepted the defeat, shifting their focus to Ma’el, undeniably a respectable and admirable opponent, deserving their heartfelt applause.

Opponent fans clapping!

Ma’el’s smile grew even brighter as he gestured appreciation towards the Doncaster fans, this was a special feeling, a special experience.

Everything was so vividly imprinted in his mind, he would never forget this moment.

”How can I praise you?”

Garrispeed awaited him off the field, with a glowing face, reaching his right hand out toward him, ”Forgive my lack of words, you can feel my emotions well enough.”

Jorson stood nearby, grinning silly, not knowing what to say after a game like this.

”Perfect day!”

Ma’el laughed out loud, exclaiming, after shaking hands with Garrispeed and giving a brief hug, ”This month’s best is mine again.”

...

After the match, Ma’el first received the man of the match, once again standing in front of the billboards for an interview.

”This isn’t just my victory, it’s the team’s victory.”

He sincerely said, ”My teammates helped me a lot, they are all indispensable parts of the team, desperately contributing to the team.

”Of course, I also appreciate my own input during training, haha.....

”In conclusion, I’m very satisfied with this result, what forward can refuse a hat-trick?”

He held the Crystal Cup for the best player in his left hand and the match ball in his right hand, an extra award for scoring 3 goals in a single match.

Reporters fell into a silence, with Ma’el’s statistics reaching 8 goals and 8 assists after this round, getting very close to his initial small goal of ten goals and ten assists for the season.

The more crucial question was, how many rounds and how much time did Ma’el take?

If he keeps playing like this, wouldn’t he top both the scorer’s list and assist list simultaneously?

”Congratulations.”

Finally, a reporter from the ”442” section offered a comment: ”After the hat trick, starting tomorrow, whether it’s the Championship towards you, or you towards the Championship, everything will become different from before.”

”Naturally.”

Ma’el was not humble, at this moment of soaring spirits, ”After this round, the Championship League is my league.”