From Arsenal to the Ball God

Chapter 112: Chapter 35: Breaking the Championship Goal Record! Wait, Do You Really Have That Much Money? [4/5]

After the conflict returned, there was little time left in the match, and Sheffield United began to reorganize their defense to protect their goal.

They were in the lead and didn’t need to rush; as long as they held their victory, they could use the moment of triumph to shame the people of Middlesbrough with the most arrogant celebration.

”Press up! Press up!”

The Middlesbrough coach had just been hit twice in the chaos, his ribs aching sharply, and in a fit of anger, he urged his players to push everyone past the half-line.

Still on the pitch, the scope of the conflict did not spread elsewhere; the team’s victory or loss was the key.

At this time, even if they couldn’t reverse the score, just scoring an equalizing goal would allow them to celebrate freely at Bramall Lane, ’making a mess’ everywhere.

The Middlesbrough players knew this well as they returned to the game, concentrating and continuously launching long-pass attacks.

”Middlesbrough’s playing it simple! The tension on the pitch doesn’t seem to have dissipated, but both sides have returned to the game, hoping there won’t be a larger conflict!”

”A cross into the penalty area! Maguire’s head cleared it! It’s far, but the second ball is still won by Middlesbrough, and it’s sent back in again!”

”This time it’s Janu Hans controlling the ball; he turns, Matthew Bates wants to kick his leg again. He’s already got a yellow card from the previous clash and needs to calm down and watch his actions!”

”Janu Hans, shifts to the left flank, Bertrand gets the ball, Ma’el is asking for it, the front field is clear!”

”Bertrand passes it over! This is an excellent counterattack opportunity, Sheffield United has a chance to seal the match!”

On the pitch, Ma’el takes long strides with his right foot, pushing towards the opponent’s half-side, constantly observing the opponent’s defense and the position of the chasing players.

Seeing the defensive players in the middle leaving some gaps, he doesn’t hesitate, one big slanting step, cutting the ball into the center.

The opposing fullback, seeing himself falling behind, tries to grab him but his intention is detected.

”Bang!” He uses his shoulder to crash forcefully, knocking the opponent to the ground firmly.

”Oh...!” A burst of cheer erupts in Bramall Lane Stadium, and this successful confrontation lifts the team’s morale.

Under the encouragement of the fans, Ma’el’s adrenaline surges, sprinting towards the opponent’s box arc with fury, raising his left arm to feign a shot.

”Hey!” The opponent’s center-back shouts angrily, leaping up to expand his defensive range, attempting to block the shot.

But in everyone’s eyes, he looks more like an actor cooperating with Ma’el, who slightly indicates before leaping and leaving his defensive position.

Because Ma’el never shot.

”Bang!!”

After dodging the defender, his body fully extends, turning sideways as his right foot wraps around the ball, whipping it into a beautiful arc.

From the camera’s angle, the ball seems constantly at risk of sliding past the goal, but somehow, like equipped with precision guidance, the ball skirts past the goalkeeper’s outstretched reach and into the net!

Goal!!

Three to one!!

”Yeah.....!!” The truly blood-pumping moment has arrived, Ma’el scores to seal the match, Middlesbrough will have no chance to counter.

”A perfect cutting shot! Ma’el single-handedly disrupted the opponent’s defense and finally scored this brilliant goal after bypassing two players!!

”A record is born, in such a tense match, Ma’el scores his 31st league goal! Now, he becomes the Championship League goal record-holder!!”

”An incredible achievement, the youth from Aix has conquered the UK football scene in just a year! All fans who witnessed this match will remember this day; they witnessed the birth of a great talent!”

On the field, Ma’el rips off his jersey, roaring as he charges towards the side of the field, first forming his hands into twin guns, then throwing himself to the ground, sliding on his knees towards the fan section due to inertia.

He recalled this celebration, remembering it as a kind of execution-like celebration of defeating his opponents.

”Boom! Boom! Boom....!!” He mimed firing three shots, each shout hoarsely venting his emotions.

After rising, he fiercely punches the sky, then is tackled to the ground by his teammates catching up, piling on top of him in celebration.

”31 goals! My... gold! I’ll never score that many in my life!”

”We won!”

”Let the people of Middlesbrough cry their way home, hahaha!”

”Whiz!” Janu Hans, who contributed to the goal, doesn’t sit idle; he turns to the opposing goal and makes a taunting dart-throwing gesture with an arrogant expression!

They celebrate wildly, flauntingly humiliating the people of Middlesbrough, leaving the opposing fans and players with nowhere to hide.

”Bring it on!”

On the sidelines, something weightier comes from the coaching bench, Garrispeed clenches his fists, facing the opponent’s dugout, swinging a fist with every two steps, ”Bring it on! Bring it on....!!”

The Middlesbrough player’s teeth clench tightly, his face turning crimson instantly; he’s a Scottish Highlander, and when excited and furious he flushes completely red.

Red bedridden with rage.

Finally, a Middlesbrough player can’t hold it and rushes into the celebrating Sheffield United fan circle demanding explanations.

”What are you doing?”

”In damnation, our home ground, do you really think you can bully our players?!”

Fans from the nearby South Stand see this scene, infuriated, rushing past the security line formed by guards, vaulting over the advertising boards, poised to storm the field.

”Beep beep beep!” The referee quickly blows the whistle, reminding the Middlesbrough players to promptly leave the field and enter the players’ tunnel.