"OhOhhhh!"
The scene was one of jubilation, with Arsenal fans rising from all directions, a sight that was simply breathtaking.
The entire Emirates Stadium seemed to hold an ocean, reaching its boiling point at this moment, churning and surging as waves of heat rushed towards the sky.
"Maël is advancing!"
At the commentary booth, Lineker and the Sky Sports commentators were close to the sideline. Apart from wearing headsets, their perspective was almost identical to the players'. Maël was right in front of them, speeding past with the ball.
Lineker was immersed in the atmosphere, feeling uncontrollably excited and taking over the commentary: "He's a crucial part of Arsenal's counter-attack! This is a classic Arsenal counter-attack! The players are using quick one-touch passes, maintaining high-speed advancement in localized areas, and passing the ball to their explosive player!"
"Martin Kelly is constantly retreating. Defending against Maël at such high speed might not be easy... He can only wait for him to make a mistake!"
"Carragher and Agger are behind him, José Enrique and Henderson are also tracking back towards the penalty area, and Lucas is chasing Maël from behind! Will this be a crucial counter-attack that determines the outcome of the match? Every part of Arsenal is doing what it should. They're like a precise, large machine, with all the gears turning in unison at this moment! Maël will be the one turning even faster, he's approaching the danger zone!!"
On the field, Maël watched the opposing formation retreat and noticed Lucas chasing from behind, abandoning any thoughts of a solo effort.
That wasn't realistic. Right now, the most important thing was to score and secure a crucial 3 points against Liverpool, a big-6 opponent! "Pa!"
As Lucas closed in from behind, he flicked the ball towards the center, dodging the double-team.
He looked up to confirm the positions of his other teammates. He had already observed them, but this was just a final check.
"Boom!!"
Spotting Gervinho about to cut into the penalty area at the far end, he drilled a low pass, sending the ball behind the opponent's defensive line.
The ball was fast, leaving Maël's foot and instantly darting into the gap between Liverpool defenders Agger and José Enrique.
"Hmm!"
Gervinho was very excited, but under intense emotional strain, he couldn't make a sound, only grunting as he accelerated again towards the space behind the defenders.
"Shh Shh!" Agger and José Enrique slid in one after the other, trying to widen their defensive range with sliding tackles and close the door.
But the pass was too cunning, and the ball was too fast. Just before they could close the door with their tackles, the ball slipped past them and into the space behind their defensive line.
Not only did they miss the ball, but they also gave up their defensive positions!
"Wow!!!" Gasps of surprise erupted from the crowd, and the boiling Emirates Stadium seemed to reach a new level of fervor, with everyone's emotions reaching a critical point.
"A brilliant through ball! After a rapid advance of more than twenty meters, Maël pierced the Liverpool defense with a highly penetrating ground pass!"
In front of the commentary booth, the Sky Sports commentator had just managed to say this when Lineker snatched back the initiative, his voice already a little hoarse: "Gervinho receives the ball on the touchline in the box, this is a good opportunity! Carragher is marking Van Persie, Henderson is chasing Ramsey's position, but Vermaelen near the penalty spot is coming in, the Belgian has good footwork! The Liverpool players have spotted this gap, Henderson wants to cover, but it's too late, and he can't free himself up!"
"Gervinho, a cutback pass... Setting up Vermaelen! An unbelievable attacking combination!!"
Accompanied by Lineker's almost breathless commentary, Gervinho comfortably laid the ball off to Vermaelen, who glanced at the goalkeeper's position in the center and followed up with a shot.
"Boom!!"
He pushed the ball into the top right corner, an angle that even penalty takers don't often choose.
But Vermaelen dared to choose it. Don't let his position as a defender fool you, he has excellent passing and shooting skills. In fact, he wouldn't look out of place playing as a center forward.
Playing like this would involve some risk.
But Vermaelen didn't care. He felt that everything had led to this moment, and he didn't believe his shot would go high or wide! Ramsey's threading pass!
Van Persie's lay-off!
Maël's rapid through ball! Gervinho's cutback! He's surging forward from the back!
Now, all that's needed is a goal to put the finishing touch on this perfect team effort!!
"Swish!!" The next moment, the ball passed Reina's outstretched hand and smashed into the top corner of the goal.
Goal! Three to two! They've come back from behind!! "AowOhAha!!" A thunderous roar erupted, completely igniting the Emirates Stadium. Everyone seemed to be in a frenzy, with thousands of people quickly crowding towards the railings, wanting to get closer to the players.
"Yeah!!" On the sidelines, Wenger was overcome with excitement, turning to face the fans and waving his arms wildly.
His coaching staff quickly followed suit, and even many of the substitute players joined in, coming up behind them and waving to the fans.
"GeeGee!" At the commentary booth, Lineker took off his noise-canceling headphones to experience the raw cheers of the crowd.
He expressed his surprise three times in a row, his emotions escalating wildly: "Gee!! Wonderful Goal! Genius Goal! Classic Arsenal Goal!! Aho!"
"Goooaaaall!!"
If it weren't for the commentator's table and chairs in front of him, reminding him that he was a commentator, he would have abandoned everything and rushed onto the field to celebrate.
He used to be a player himself, spending most of his career with the Blue Fox Leicester City, and he missed these crazy moments immensely.
"It's in!!"
In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun's voice also reached a new height. The wry smile on his face became more obvious, but his tone became even more passionate. "Arsenal takes the lead again! What a roller coaster of a game!
"A beautiful passing play! A brilliant final strike! Gunners fans, does this moment give you a sense of illusion! A 'mini-Vieira' orchestrating the passes in the backfield! Bergkamp receiving the ball in the forward line and laying it off. The new Henry of the Emirates Stadium, surging forward on the left, slicing through the opponent's defense, and delivering a precise pass!
"Ljungberg cuts into the box and lays the ball back, Campbell comes up from the defense and finishes the game with a shot! Wenger has proven the feasibility of this lineup, and he has finally found a suitable left winger for it! Maël's role is undeniable, he may not just be here to partner with Van Persie, but to gradually become the core of the attack!
"Look at his role in every attack, and you have to believe it, and look forward to Arsenal's final result this season!"
After saying all this, Zhan Jun took a long breath and calmed his emotions for a long time.
When commentating on his own team's games, he must be prepared for this kind of rapid split personality. He must get excited for the opponent's goals.
After burning out, he can only slowly digest the pain alone. He shook his head with a bitter face, feeling sorry for Liverpool and sad for Dalglish.
Maël's sudden emergence has changed this game to some extent. He is as dazzling as Van Persie, who scored 2 goals.
On the field, Vermaelen roared and ran towards the corner flag area. He must be a strong contender for the best player of this game.
Arsenal players rushed towards him from all directions, and even goalkeeper Szczęsny ran over. Everyone celebrated wildly in the corner flag area.
Only Jenkinson was left in the backfield. He had to stand his ground, otherwise the opponent could quickly take a center circle kick and push into an empty goal.
"Oh!"
"We're ahead!"
"This is everyone's goal!"
"Yeah!!"
Maël hugged the other nine teammates together, feeling a different kind of suffocation, this time because of excitement.
Such a goal allows him to feel completely integrated into the Arsenal system, becoming a member, a part of this great club!
He is more confident and can lead this group of people in this club to the center of the world football stage, competing for those important honors! Look at the mental outlook of each of them, the pursuit of victory in the game! How can you not believe that this is the group of people who will achieve great things with you? In a sense, this is even more enjoyable than scoring a goal himself, he feels the vitality of the entire team.
At this moment, as the sun was setting, the light from the west stand shone in, just falling on their heads, and everyone could see the strong light on each other's faces.
Captain Van Persie clenched his fists and put everyone together, shouting: "We are the best!"
"Number one!"
"Powerful!"
"Revival!!"
The players shouted one after another. Maël thought of the upcoming schedule and a Chelsea meme from his previous life, and clenched his fist and said: "Northern Expedition!"
Although the other players couldn't understand his specific meaning, but if you think about the location of London and the teams north of them, it seems quite appropriate to use this description.
"Northern Expedition!"
"Northern Expeditionary Army!"
For a time, many players shouted this slogan. Everyone was very enthusiastic and full of confidence in the future.
This scene will be an important one in the early part of their season. They strengthened their beliefs, completely trusted their new teammates, and the cohesion of the entire team was greatly improved.
The substitution sign was then raised on the sidelines. After the celebration, Maël and Gervinho were replaced by Wenger.
The new players were Walcott, who had already warmed up, and a young defender named Mikel. Arshavin's appearance was delayed due to these two goals.
Wenger adjusted the formation to a five-three-two, strengthening the defense in the backfield.
"Clap clap clap!" A round of applause rang out at the Emirates Stadium, and the fans expressed their appreciation for the performance of Maël and Gervinho, sending their blessings.
Maël raised his hands and waved to them. He was indeed exhausted, but his mood was wonderful, and he wanted to stay in this dream theater forever.
Finally, Liverpool's midfielder Henderson came to his side and urged him to leave the field quickly, and he slowly walked down.
During the process of leaving the field, he saw Liverpool coach Dalglish also raised his hands and applauded along with the Arsenal fans.
The other party was facing Liverpool's backfield, but looking at his constantly squeezing face and nodding movements, it was hard not to guess that the applause was for him.
The appreciation of a legend? Maël smiled, a full stomach leads to lustful thoughts. If his cheat wasn't a proficiency panel, but various legendary quests, he wondered if this could earn him a fragment.
"You and Robin were instrumental."
As he walked off the field, Wenger came to his side, stood for a long time, shrugged, and pointed to the field, saying, "A very good season start, isn't it?"
"If we can win in the end, yes." Maël looked back at the field, then turned his head and smiled.
They exchanged smiles and returned to their positions, waiting for the end of the match.
Maël sat down on the bench, and Philip brought him a towel to wipe off the sweat. He took it and cleaned off the sweat, grass clippings, and other miscellaneous dirt from his body.
During this process, he caught a glimpse of Arshavin in the corner, looking very dejected, his eyes full of self-doubt and disappointment.
He turned his head and focused his attention on the field, not talking to him. Professional football is inherently cruel, as he deeply understood when the French defender from the youth team left.
He just hoped that Arshavin could adjust his state well. The team should need his Strength in the later stages of multiple competitions.
*"Bang!"*
The following game gradually tilted towards Liverpool's side. They controlled the ball and began to bombard Arsenal's defense.
However, they didn't dare to press forward with all their players. Walcott's appearance to some extent guaranteed Arsenal's counter-attack threat, which could bring them a strong deterrent.
Until the last minute of stoppage time, when they got a corner kick, all Liverpool players, including goalkeeper Reina, rushed into the penalty area for a final gamble.
*"Bang!"*
When the corner kick was taken, Vermaelen leaped up, almost riding on Charlie Adam's body, and headed the ball far away, making a perfect finale for his brilliant performance in this game.
"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"
The referee then blew the whistle to end the match. This Premier League second-round showdown ended with Arsenal winning at home! "Oh!" A new round of cheers rang out, and Arsenal's players off the field clapped their hands and walked or ran onto the field to celebrate with their teammates.
Maël finally raised his hands high and applauded vigorously to thank the fans for their support.
Three to two! They won! This was the first victory of his career against a big six team. Although the process was a bit tortuous, the ending was always good.
Worth commemorating!
In the future, he would also defeat the other four big six teams, cutting them all down one by one! Today, apart from not scoring a goal, there were no other regrets. Getting two assists against Liverpool was already considered a very good performance.
Next time against a big six team, he would pursue goals while chasing victory.
Breaking through the goals of these top teams must feel great!
As he entered the tunnel, Maël saw Suárez, who was walking off the field with his head down, coming towards him, seemingly wanting to exchange jerseys.
He cast his gaze over and saw Suárez take off his jersey silently, walk up, and shake his head with disappointment: "Even if we lost, I would like to exchange a jersey with you as a souvenir, is that okay?"
"Of course." Maël enthusiastically took off his jersey and handed it to Suárez.
Liverpool's match-worn away jersey was very memorable, and it was from Suárez, a future historical-level center forward, so there was no reason to refuse.
They would have a certain bond because of the exchanged jerseys and would pay special attention to each other when they played against each other in the future.
Perhaps one day they would meet in the final of a top competition, and they would also remember the initial friendship between the two young men at this time.
"Wait a minute."
Seeing that Maël was about to leave, Suárez reached out to stop him: "Andy Carroll has a pen there, do you want to leave your name and date to better remember this day?"
"Let's wait until we get back to the locker room."
Maël agreed and made an appointment to meet again in the locker room, then joked: "Do you want to write something about the game?"
Suárez shrugged his shoulders with a hint of regret, indicating that he didn't want to record this extremely regrettable defeat.
Maël smiled, said nothing more, and walked onto the field to celebrate with his teammates for the last time.
The man of the match for this game was awarded to Vermaelen, who only had one goal. His data didn't seem significant, but he did a great job on the defensive end, intercepting many absolute goal-scoring opportunities.
His post-match rating reached 8.5 points, Maël ranked second with 8.3 points, and Van Persie 8.2.
"Arsenal! Arsenal!"
A beautiful day came to an end like this. Arsenal's players celebrated in the stadium for a long time, and the silly smile on Vermaelen's face never stopped.
He also brought his son raff to celebrate this hard-won victory and the man of the match award together.
Maël also held his lovely son in his arms, jogging around the field for a bit; he really enjoyed teasing the little one like that.
Speaking of which, Ava and the others haven't been to Emirates Stadium yet. Once the schedule eases up a bit, he could invite them to London to have a look around, experience a real stadium, and soak in the intense Premier League atmosphere.
They must have been looking forward to this day for a long time, but they were just afraid of disturbing him.
After returning home that night, Maël briefly celebrated with his four team members before driving to a place to print photos.
He had all the wonderful moments of his 4 goals and 3 assists since the start of the season printed out, bought hooks, and prepared to hang them in the empty room at home.
This was something he had planned long ago.
One wall for goals, one wall for assists, to commemorate his journey in the top league!
Thinking about looking back in the future, he would still remember the excitement and ambition of this time, recalling these wonderful performances, that feeling must be great.
After getting the photos printed, it was already past eight in the evening. Maël chose a room on the second floor and prepared to pick one of each to hang up.
He had printed a lot of photos, but he didn't plan to hang them all; just a representative photo for each statistic would do.
He didn't have much trouble making decisions and quickly got to work.
For the first goal, he chose the celebration photo of himself flying to kick the corner flag; the second was a snapshot of the moment he leaped into the sky and made contact with the ball with his head, very dashing.
The third was a left-footed Curved Shot, with the bewildered expressions of Newcastle players in the background; the fourth was a snapshot of his body posture during a Long Shot.
For the first assist, he chose a poster of the Arsenal players celebrating together in the corner flag area.
The second was from today, he chose the moment he bumped chests with Van Persie; the third also had Van Persie, he was carrying the other on his back celebrating together.
After hanging them up, looking at the two areas of handsome photos that were beginning to take shape, he felt a great sense of accomplishment and called the four team members to come and admire them.
"Not bad."
José was the first to laugh, commenting, "It has a very historical feel. Someday in the future, when we look back suddenly, we will definitely be filled with emotion."
"Yeah." Harry approached to observe, sighing, "I didn't expect Maël to have a little bit of romanticism."
"I hope you fill this place up soon." Davis said with good wishes, he could also feel some sense of accomplishment looking at these photos.
After all, he was also responsible for Maël's training, supporting Maël behind the scenes step by step to achieve these things.
"I'm really looking forward to whether Maël can hang 30 photos here this season." Safina said a specific time and number, which aroused discussion among the crowd.
"I think it's definitely possible."
Harry said with certainty, smiling lightly, "If you count all the fronts, Maël scoring around 20 goals and 15 assists should be very promising."
"I have the same opinion." José raised his hand, smiling and agreeing, "His hot state at the beginning of the season is obvious to all. Even if he declines a bit due to fatigue in the second half, his efficiency should still be guaranteed."
"Definitely."
Maël was very confident and didn't forget to praise them, "After all, I have you four to escort me."
"Then let's set a goal, first aim for 30+ data in all aspects. I gave Safina and Harry championship gifts before. If this goal is achieved this time, I will give each of you four a generous gift."
He knew how to get along with these people. Compared to the 'meticulous and serious work attitude' they could provide him, it was natural that he wouldn't mind spending some money.
His current after-tax salary is 6.25 pounds per minute, 375 pounds per hour, and 9,000 pounds per day.
If you count future endorsements and bonuses, the average daily salary in the future will definitely exceed 15,000 pounds. This small amount of money is nothing.
"Okay."
Safina remembered the Patek Philippe watch and the 10,000-pound bonus she had received before, and clapped her hands excitedly, "Then I look forward to you completing this goal quickly, and we will work hard to complete our work."
Although the other three did not speak, their expressions showed joy and they were very much looking forward to that day.
"Is the trophy cabinet coming soon?"
Maël thought of the trophy cabinet because of the photo wall and asked, "It should be almost done, right? I don't see anything in the materials that needs special handling."
He valued these things very much, after all, they represented the marks of his growth.
In this era of the Internet, people receive too much information every day and have poor memories.
He must use these physical things to record his footprints along the way!
"It should be in the next few days."
Davis was in charge of this matter and replied, "I'll ask again later. This can't be rushed."
Maël nodded. After the four left, he stood in front of the photo wall for a long time.
After a while, he rearranged the photos, classifying and hanging them according to the different events, and marked the event names.
In the future, there will be Champions League, FA Cup, League Cup, and other events here! If he wins any of these competitions, he will put the highlights of the final at the top and crown them.
Maël smiled. This feeling of playing with himself sometimes was quite unique.
Keep moving forward. There are still many wonderful and glorious achievements waiting for him ahead. What he needs to do is improve his strength and strive to achieve all-around ability as soon as possible, and launch an impact on the ultimate goal! He believes that day will not be too late. For now, let's take it one step at a time and get through this season.
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