From Arsenal to the Ball God

”No.....!” The anxious voice rang out, it was the center forward, Giroud, frowning and shaking his head in distress, ”Don’t shoot from there! I beg you, Ma’el! Break through and cross!”

”Don’t shoot!” Nasri was also jumping anxiously on the spot, scratching his ears, ”Captain! Don’t shoot!!”

”Pass the ball!!” Menez, who had just come on, ran back with his hand outstretched towards him, while turning his head to observe the goal.

”Ma’el! Ma’el!” Deschamps’ voice also sounded behind him, probably trying to persuade him as well.

”Hoo.....” Ma’el took a deep breath, withstanding all this pressure and resistance, and took a step to run towards the football.

The De Lorne Cup was not far behind his back, he could even sense its presence.

Since it was right there, let him make a final attempt in his own way!

This could be the last shot, or perhaps the second-to-last, third-to-last... In any case, he had to take it!!

”Bang!!”

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, with countless furrowed brows and shut eyes, Ma’el’s left foot struck the bottom of the football with a violent force, the ball soaring into the sky, only beginning to descend when it reached his waist level.

Like an arrow, the ball left his foot in an instant, shooting straight, like a bullet, towards the far corner of the goal.

In this moment, everyone’s heart stopped momentarily, their gaze following the ball, turning their heads with different expectations.

”Whoosh.....!”

The football approached the goal rapidly, with almost no deceleration; its speed was so fast that it carried only a slight spin, giving an impression that it wasn’t moving that swiftly.

But when people saw it had barely spun once, they suddenly realized the ball was nearing the goal!

Moreover, Saint Casillas hadn’t moved at all; he seemed not to have anticipated that the ball would approach the goal so quickly, nor had he expected it could really hit the dead corner.

”Swish!!” The ball hit the far corner of the net, ceasing its spin, and instead spinning along the net towards the center.

The ball went in!!

1-1!

Super world-class goal to equalize!!

”Wow.....Aaahhhhh.....!!”

At the Warsaw National Stadium, tens of thousands of French fans stood up quickly, the anxiety and disappointment on their faces dissolved entirely, replaced only by an overwhelming joy.

”Oh.....Yeahhhhh...!!”

Their cheers were earth-shattering, as if they were about to lift the stadium’s roof, and shatter the Spanish opponents’ spirits.

”Hope is alive! We can still fight for the championship!!”

”Ma’el! Saint Ma’el!!”

”You are a once-in-a-generation genius!!”

”I love you.....!!”

Some people’s bodies began to shake rapidly, their faces turning red as they sobbed, these were tears of joy.

”Yeah.....!”

On the sidelines, Deschamps jumped up from his place with his work badge, closing his eyes tightly and opening his mouth wide, spreading his arms while celebrating as he ran.

He looked small and thin, but at this moment, he gave off a feeling of immense power!

”The ball is in!! A world-class goal!! A stunning long-distance shot!! From the French captain Ma’el!!”

In the commentary box, except for those from Spain and a few other countries, everyone stood up with their hands raised to celebrate with the France team, witnessing such a goal at this time really made it difficult to control emotions.

He Wei felt the same, a rare emotional expression appeared on his face, ”It’s 1-1! Ma’el pulled back the France team from the cliff’s edge! A magnificent goal!!

”From over 45 meters, facing one of the world’s best goalkeepers, how did he manage to score from there?!

”This is his 10th goal in the European Cup! He has also broken Platini’s record, becoming the player with the most goals in European Cup history, and the most goals in a single tournament!

”A goal like this appearing at such a crucial moment, I believe it will be memorable for anyone for a lifetime!

”At the same time, he also became the first player to score in all 6 matches of a single tournament! Almost all of them being world-class goals per game!!”

He Wei, although a highly professional commentator, at this moment could hardly hold his breath, ”As a commentator for so many years, I have seen quite a few game-winning and equalizing goals, but none like this one that made me, that..... sorry.

”I meant to say it’s something I will remember forever in my mind, with a very deep impression!

”Perhaps the France team might not necessarily lift the De Lorne Trophy, but I think people saw Ma’el’s effort, Ma’el’s endeavor! And also saw some special things that only he can do!!”

”...”

”Oh...Fuck!”

On the field, Giroud and Nasri, who were just advising Ma’el not to shoot, were both in shock, holding their heads, and after coming to their senses, rushed towards Ma’el in ecstasy, their bodies trembling too.

”Yeahhh!” Menez, Yohan Cabaye and others jumped up on the spot, widening their eyes, spreading their hands in laughter as they ran towards Ma’el, this was undoubtedly their happiest moment of the year.

Several substitute players and assistant coaches also sprinted along the sidelines, and wherever they passed, even the air was filled with the sweet aroma of happiness.

Ma’el, still clenching his teeth, sprinted towards the corner flag area, his face’s thin skin quivering with his running rhythm, even his vision turning blurry.

He initially thought it was the rush of blood making his brain congested, which blurred his view so that he could only see a rough outline of people and objects ahead.

”Come on.....!!” Only when he slid out on his knees across the grass with arms spread wide, a tear rolling down his face did he realize it was because his eyes were filled with tears of excitement.

He saw the crowd on the stands, countless arms waving back and forth, and also the spotlight on the top of the stands radiating extremely dazzling light through a mist of tears, making it hard for him to open his eyes.