"Audience friends! It's an honor to broadcast this important news for everyone!"
Zhan Jun's voice echoed in the broadcast room. His commentary style leaned towards roaring, but it didn't feel like an overflow of emotion. "I believe everyone has seen that the broadcast camera has been focused on Arsenal's number 11, Maël."
"Just now, Tuttosport announced that the player has won the 2011 European Golden Boy Award!"
"This award represents the player becoming the most outstanding player under the age of 21 in European football, and he is only 18 years old this year! It can be considered an award beyond his level!"
Even after he finished speaking, the broadcast camera remained on Maël, following the player's perspective as he entered the field and lined up for the pre-match ceremony.
It was conceivable that commentators from various countries around the world had already received the news and were introducing his significant achievement.
He was the sole protagonist on the field at this moment, with all the spotlights shining on him!
Zhang Lu's voice followed, expressing his own opinion, "It can also be said that he is the most outstanding player under the age of 21 in world football. European football is now the mainstream of world football.
"If we consider other continents, perhaps Neymar of Santos in South America can be called his competitor... but I don't think he has a high probability of surpassing Maël.
"This should also be the youngest Golden Boy Award winner in world football. He has created another piece of history!"
Zhan Jun nodded slightly, looking at the prepared information and continuing, "Before this, the youngest Golden Boy Award winner in European football was Messi, who won this honor in 2005 at the age of 18 years and 173 days.
"And six years later today, Maël broke this 'youngest' record at the age of 18 years and 144 days!"
"..."
"...Clap clap clap!"
Inside the Etihad Stadium, the applause from Arsenal fans was incessant, seemingly not stopping until the moment before the game started.
Maël was at the center of everyone's attention at this moment, his face filled with a happy smile.
He looked around, and everywhere he looked, there were crowds celebrating for him.
Wenger and a group of substitute players also came out of the player tunnel at this time, standing next to the coaching bench and applauding him.
Even on the opposing coaching bench, Mancini and several Manchester City assistant coaches stood and applauded him, which quickly motivated many Manchester City fans.
"Good luck."
"Good luck."
At this time, the two teams began the final step of the pre-match ceremony, with the Manchester City players lining up to shake hands.
When shaking hands with other Arsenal players, they might have said phrases like 'come on' or 'good game'.
But when shaking hands with Maël, each of them said in unison: "Congratulations!"
Congratulations!
Maël once again felt the blessings from everyone, which might be the norm for his life in the next few days.
"Beep!"
At 3:30 in the afternoon, the referee blew the whistle to start the game on time, and this final tough battle of the first half of the season for Arsenal began.
"Bang!" Manchester City kicked off from the center circle, and their formation quickly unfolded, playing fast passing and switching.
After the game started, they no longer had the mind to congratulate Maël. They used tough close marking and other means to greet him, as if to let the new Golden Boy feel the strength of their full squad.
Maël came to the front and stood still, glancing at the center of Manchester City's backfield. Today, the center-back close to his side was Kompany.
This Belgium and Manchester City captain would work with Zabaleta to defend against him.
Kolo Touré was in a slightly more distant position, marking Van Persie, while Walcott on the other side was watched by Richards.
Three against four? Plus, the opponent's defensive midfielders Yaya Touré and Barry, and Arsenal's midfielders Arteta and Ramsey, the counter-attack scenario later might be a five-on-six situation for Arsenal.
The opportunity was still not small.
However, their own backfield would definitely have to bear more pressure... With Nasri and David Silva supplying ammunition to Agüero and Balotelli, they would definitely be able to create many opportunities.
In this kind of evenly matched game, it was necessary to strive to score first, which would greatly boost their morale and increase the final win rate! "Bang bang bang!"
The football was passed methodically under Manchester City's feet. It was difficult for Arsenal's midfielders and defenders to effectively intercept and steal the ball during the opponent's horizontal transfers. They could only wait for the opponent to try to attack.
"David Silva's dribbling. The Spanish midfielder is known as the magician. In the latest issue of the value update, his value has reached 50 million euros!" "Trying a long shot! Good quality! The ball was saved by the goalkeeper! Szczęsny saved Arsenal once at the beginning of the game!" "Manchester City gets a corner kick opportunity. D. Silva looks to be in great shape! He will definitely have a chance to threaten the goal like this again!"
Encouraged by the Manchester City fans, David Silva ran to the side of the field to ask the ball boy for the ball, and then he took a right corner kick for Manchester City.
The ball was cleared by Mertesacker in the central area, but in the subsequent scramble for the second ball outside the penalty area, Alexandre Song pulled down his former teammate Nasri and was penalized by the referee.
"Beep!"
"Yellow card warning!"
The referee decisively pulled out the first yellow card of the match, leaving no room for maneuver, and immediately imposed a heavy penalty.
Alexandre Song wanted to complain, but was pulled away by Vermaelen and others, fearing that he would leave a bad impression on the referee and receive a second yellow card later.
David Silva and Agüero came to the ball together to discuss how to take the free kick.
"Bang!!"
After a long discussion, the two ended up with Agüero blasting the ball high into the stands, failing to create any threat.
"Manchester City's offensive in the opening stages has been very rapid, and they seem to have suppressed Arsenal.
"In this phase, their workhorse midfielder Barry has played very well. His defense is very active, and his awareness and experience are also very good.
"Compared to Nasri and D. Silva, his reputation is not as great, and he is over 30 years old, but he is one of the most admired players by many Manchester City fans!
"The game has reached the 14th minute, and we can see him in many positions. He has intercepted Arteta's passes twice and also completed a steal from Song!"
On the field, Barry helped Ramsey up from the ground, patted the head of the Welsh genius midfielder, and left.
Not far away, Maël waved to Ramsey and others, indicating that they could look for him with more direct long passes, or attack Zabaleta's space behind him.
Let him run first, then talk about other things. As long as he breaks through, it's a good opportunity! Outside the stadium, in the Arsenal team's hotel, Peter and Emilia were still in Maël's room.
In front of them were three laptops, two for office use and one playing Maël's match broadcast.
The two were holding their phones, browsing the major headlines on the internet with smiles.
"18 years and 144 days! Maël becomes the youngest Golden Boy Award winner in Europe!" - The Guardian (UK)
"Crowned Golden Boy! Maël becomes the first French player to win the Golden Boy Award, making history!" - L'Équipe (France)
"The most outstanding top striker under the age of 21 in world football, Maël! In the past 16 league rounds, he has completed 18 goals and 8 assists!" - AS (Spain)
"Arsenal vs. Manchester City match is being broadcast live. The first battle after the new Golden Boy wins the award, please enter the ESPN official website!" - Various ESPN sites. "The Louvre Museum displays many works of genius, and Maël himself is a pure genius." - Highly praised comment.
"If the people on the Ballon d'Or shortlist cannot win the Golden Boy Award, then Tuttosport doesn't need to continue. I am very worried now that Maël may take away my Premier League goal record." - Alan Shearer's social media.
"Also my goal record, do you mean take it this year, or take it later?" - Andy Cole replied.
"Is there a difference? As long as he stays in the Premier League, our records will eventually be taken away. To be more specific, he can also challenge Henry's feat of 30 league goals in a single season this season." - Alan Shearer replied.
All of this pushed Maël's popularity to a peak. At this moment, fans all over the world were discussing the new Golden Boy Award winner.
Maël's fan base began to surge, once again driving the surge in fans of Football Record and Instagram.
"It's a hit!"
Peter clapped his hands with a big laugh, excitedly hammered the table a few times, and looked at Emilia, saying, "Quickly edit the posts in advance. After this wave, the next wave of popularity will definitely be on his goals or assists.
"Like this, you edit one of each, a goal has the way to say a goal, an assist has the way to say an assist, and then just change a few key pieces of information and publish it directly."
Emilia nodded to show she understood, then smiled and joked, "What if there are no goals or assists?"
Peter looked at her and shook his head slightly, confidently saying, "I would analyze carefully if you said this in any other game, but today is an exception. I don't think he will come away empty-handed."
Inside the Etihad Stadium, the game had reached the 29th minute, and Arsenal's offensive was gradually rising.
"Bang!"
Maël and Walcott's explosive runs on both wings made Manchester City's two full-backs miserable.
Fortunately, Kompany had better defensive experience and made several good cover defenses, otherwise their goal would probably have been broken through by Maël long ago.
In the 35th minute of the match, Maël received the ball from the left wing and tried to dribble towards the center.
After dribbling the ball for two steps, he heard a panting sound behind him, as if someone was chasing back.
He glanced sideways and didn't pay too much attention after discovering it was Nasri, and continued to cut inside with the ball.
Nasri ran up very toughly, squeezing left and right, using all his strength to actively intercept Maël.
"Bang!"
Maël wanted to shake him off directly, but seeing him like this, he deliberately stopped and bumped him backward. Nasri flipped sideways and fell to the ground in a sorry state.
"Oh!" The Arsenal away fans let out a shout, naturally delighted by this.
Perhaps stimulated by this shout, Barry, who was nearby, came up and used a big block to push against Maël, also reaching out to shove him from the side a few times.
Their bodies collided again, Maël's powerful impact overturning Barry, who had come up to block, but he himself also fell to the ground due to the other's shove.
"Bip!"
The referee's whistle sounded, calling a foul, and once again decisively showing a yellow card: "Yellow card warning! Barry!"
Barry didn't complain after getting up; he had a bit of a tactical foul in mind, and was prepared to receive a yellow card before acting.
Maël got up and patted the grass clippings off his socks, saying nothing after seeing the referee's yellow card, and went to the ball to prepare for the free kick.
"Bang!!"
The ball was still some distance from the goal, and he used the instep of his foot to unleash a violent long shot, the football instantly smashing towards the right corner of the goal like a cannonball.
"Slap!" This time, Joe Hart refused to be the backdrop for a wonder goal, diving sideways to save the ball.
The ball rebounded into the penalty area, where Kompany controlled it, and then passed it to David Silva in the forward position, who launched a counterattack with the ball.
Manchester City manager Mancini's eyes lit up, and he immediately looked at Agüero and Balotelli near the penalty area, hoping they could run into a good receiving position.
"Bang." David Silva then passed the ball to Agüero, and himself rushed into the penalty area, cutting behind the Arsenal defense.
Agüero's through ball followed closely, and the two played a two-on-two cooperation at the edge of the penalty area, creating a One-on-One opportunity.
David Silva came to the front of the goal, saw Balotelli facing an empty net at the far end, hesitated slightly, but still faced the goal directly, preparing to solve the problem himself.
Balotelli was too erratic; if he passed the ball to him, and he wanted to play a Marseille Turn shot or a rabona shot again, the 90% probability of scoring would drop directly to 30%.
"Bang!"
David Silva pushed a shot, sending the ball into the near corner of the net, and then spread his arms and rushed to the sideline.
"Yeah!"
Under the deafening shouts of the home Manchester City fans, David Silva ran briskly, feeling refreshed, the breeze blowing his hair, with only a few strands stuck to his forehead with sweat.
"The goal is in! David Silva takes the lead for Manchester City! The Spanish midfielder's 6th goal of the new season! "This is a pure technical midfielder, in addition to these 6 goals, he also has 13 assists, he will be a strong contender for the Premier League Player of the Season! "One to zero! The deadlock is broken! Arsenal have encountered trouble on their way to an undefeated season!"
...
"Ah!" On the sidelines, Mancini waved his right arm and jumped up, his excitement was not without reason, as long as they won this game, they would be closer to the top of the league table.
Whether the top of the table at that time was Arsenal or Manchester United, their gap was within 2 points.
On the other side, Wenger's face showed some solemnity, he came to the sidelines, wanting to say something... but he was really not a coach who was good at on-the-spot command, he needed time to think.
"Not bad, huh?"
On the field, as Maël ran back, Nasri next to him asked him with a smile.
There was no sarcasm on the other's face, but there was some of that meaning in his tone. The two of them, who hadn't spoken in the French national team, were opening their mouths for the first time on the Premier League stage.
"Not bad." Maël looked at him and smiled, "I hope you can do it too, it wouldn't be good if I did it first."
"Haha..."
Nasri leaned back and laughed, he didn't think Maël could score against their full-strength lineup, "Then good luck to us."
Maël looked at him, the smile on his face gradually fading, but the desire for the other's goal increased a lot.
"Is it edited?"
Inside the hotel, Peter watched the game broadcast and asked Emilia, "This draft needs to be written well, we have to compete with the big media for popularity."
"The one for the goal is done, the one for the assist is coming soon." Emilia nodded, with confidence in the corner of her eyes, "Don't worry, if I can't write well about my own boss, I don't need to be in this industry."
Peter smiled, turned his head to look at the game broadcast, and saw David Silva score, "Oh, zero to one, Manchester City scored."
Emilia didn't turn her head, and said while editing: "It's normal, Manchester City's strength is already very strong, how many games is this that Arsenal have conceded the first goal this season?"
"I can't remember those." Peter shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Isn't that what the data team should do? I estimate it should be around five or six games, a normal ratio for strong teams."
"Okay."
Emilia picked up the phone, ready to ask the data team for some information. Before dialing, she pointed at Peter and said, "Let me make it clear, don't bother me again, you'll interrupt my train of thought, boss."
"Oh, okay." Peter nodded, slightly embarrassed, and refocused his attention on the field.
"Finished writing." A few minutes later, Emilia had written two drafts and gave them to Peter to read. She rubbed her eyes, looking a little tired.
"Not bad."
Peter flipped through them, his eyes immediately gleaming, and praised, "This has the level of a former Sky Sports reporter, even a top piece from a major media outlet."
"Which one do you think we'll publish first?"
Emilia thought for a moment and replied, "I think we'll publish the goal first. Maël is closer to the goal this season, with far more goals than assists."
"But I still hope both can be published, that way he'll get more attention tonight, and so will we."
"That's true." Peter stared at her face for a while, then changed his tone and joked, "But there's also a downside, which means you'll have to rewrite two more reports immediately."
"We always have to prepare backup articles to publish and seize the heat as soon as possible."
"Haha." Emilia didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed, gave a dry laugh, and sat down at the computer. "Then, how about I start writing the second assist and the second goal now?"
As the game approached the 45-minute mark, the fourth official came to the sideline with a sign, indicating 1 minute of added time.
"Pull back!"
Manchester City's Mancini waved his hand on the sidelines, signaling the players to retreat. He wanted to hold onto this last minute and preserve the victory until halftime.
That would allow him to make better arrangements, forcing Arsenal to decide to go all out at halftime and change tactics. At that point, the victory would be even more secure.
"Boom!"
Maël had retreated to the midfield position to receive the ball. When it was difficult to receive the ball in the front, he would actively think of other ways.
Whenever this happened, Ramsey, who had previously coordinated with him, would tacitly switch positions with him, running towards the left wing.
After receiving the ball, Maël dribbled forward while observing the situation in the front. He quickly observed that the opposing center-back Kolo Touré was communicating with the side-back Richards on the same side, and their attention was very distracted.
And Van Persie, standing in front of Kolo Touré, seemed ready to sprint forward?
Good opportunity! "Boom!"
A crisp sound of contact with the ball rang out as his left foot wrapped around the ball, sending it behind the opponent's defensive line.
He could have actually used his right foot to pass the ball, there was plenty of time, but thinking that Van Persie would be better at receiving an in-swinging ball from his left foot and volleying it, he used his left foot.
Anyway, it's about the same! In an instant, the ball flew behind Manchester City's defensive line. Kolo Touré was still talking to Richards, "You have to come back sometimes! Wait, mine!"
Seeing the ball coming, he hurriedly took a few steps back and shouted 'mine' before mistiming his header.
Van Persie flashed past the defensive line ahead of all the Manchester City players, and with his right instep, he volleyed the incoming ball, sending it straight into the far corner of the goal.
"Swish!"
The shot was very beautiful, both in terms of the connection of the shot and the angle and power of the shot.
Van Persie! Pulls one back! "Oh!"
Enveloped in the cheers of the Arsenal away fans, Van Persie ran towards the far corner flag to celebrate, pointing to Maël, who had provided the assist, as he ran.
"The goal is in!! General Van Persie pulls one back for Arsenal! A precisely guided pass from Maël!
"One-one! Van Persie opens Joe Hart's goal with a brilliant volley! The shot was impeccable, will this be the key goal for Arsenal to maintain their unbeaten record?"
"Let's take a look at the replay. Maël should have observed the situation the moment he looked up, he saw Kolo Touré's distraction and Van Persie's running intention."
"Then, he actually used his weak foot, his left foot, to send out a pass, which shows how confident he is in both of his feet."
"Then, Van Persie's volley goes without saying, his ability in this area is recognized as historical level!"
"..."
"Nice!"
On the field, Maël also pointed at Van Persie and rushed towards him. This bold attempt unexpectedly paid off.
"Another one!" Van Persie jumped up and bumped chests with him, his expression very excited. "How many assists have you given me this season?"
"4-5, maybe."
Maël responded, then spread his hands and laughed, "So, how many assists did you provide for me?"
"Two? Three?"
General Van Persie was a little embarrassed; he really hadn't set up Maël much. The latter mostly received passes from midfield and then cut inside towards the center or the baseline, solving the problem himself.
"Alright." Maël stretched out a hand again, placing it on General Van Persie's body, pretending to absorb his ability. "As compensation, this time I'm really going to absorb your volley ability."
"Haha...!"
General Van Persie and the other players who came over later all laughed. They hugged each other, celebrating for a long time before leaving.
The first half of the match then ended with the whistle, the two sides entering halftime with a score of one to one.
"Beautiful!"
Inside the hotel, Peter and Emilia gave each other a resounding high-five, both excitedly facing the computer, doing the final editing in the backend of the newspaper's various social media accounts.
"Pass to General Van Persie, weak foot pass in the 45+1 minute of the match, precise assist for General Van Persie's volley."
After filling in a few missing keywords, they quickly copied and pasted, publishing the post.
Just over ten seconds after it was posted, there were likes coming in, and then it was refreshing with several, then several dozens, then hundreds.
"Eat! Eat like crazy!"
Peter looked at the screen, clearly feeling the heat of this wave, he gesticulated and said, "Eat up this wave of heat! We're going to directly chase the big newspapers and radio stations!"
After dreaming, he quickly took out his phone and called the person in charge of ins, requesting him to help distribute all the posts published by Football Record today to users, which was readily agreed to.
"How many subscribers do you think our column will have after the exclusive interview?"
He looked at Emilia, asking expectantly, "Or further, when Maël joins hands with Arsenal to start a team column, how much will our subscribers and advertising fees be?"
"Didn't you guys discuss it before?" Emilia asked back, then thought for a moment, giving her own opinion, "I think the number of column subscribers will break through 50,000, and the advertising fee... an average of 120,000-130,000 pounds per month?"
"Haha."
Peter's expression carried a few hints of 'great minds think alike' surprise, he reached out and gave Emilia another high-five, "Maël gave us a surprise, and we naturally have to give him one too."
"This year, we not only want to hit a profit of 1 million pounds, but also strive to pass 1.5 million pounds!"
Emilia smiled sweetly, waving her hand and said, "I won't say more, the post about the brace assist isn't finished yet, I'll rush the manuscript first."
Peter nodded, watching the halftime break between the two sides, took out his phone and browsed more social media messages.
He quickly saw several heavy posts, almost all from Real Madrid club players and coaches.
"Young players are always worth unlimited expectations, being famous early is a good thing, but it may also be a bad thing. I hope the player is the former." - Mourinho forwarded the Golden Boy Award news.
"Hi, I'm looking forward to meeting you in the Champions League, see you in Zurich at the end of the year (smile), @Maël." - Cristiano Ronaldo posted on social media.
"I also started my career at the age of 17, people often say I'm a genius, but I want to ask everyone to see what a real genius looks like." - Di María forwarded the Golden Boy Award news.
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Peter browsed these messages, and soon found a point, these people are all athletes and coaches under Jorge Mendes.
"Jorge Mendes."
He muttered, surprised: "This is really a good time to exert strength, it seems that this wave of heat will last for a while."
"Beep!"
In the Etihad Stadium, with the referee's whistle, the second half of the match between the two sides restarted.
The two teams changed sides and started the duel again. For both sides, this was a game they couldn't afford to lose.
The players fought for every ball, engaging in confrontation in many places on the field, and new accidents could break out every second, and each accident could completely affect the final result of the game.
"Hey! Offside!"
"Isn't this called? He pulled my clothes, weren't you very decisive in the first half?"
"Yellow card, referee!"
"I touched the ball first!"
The referee also endured a lot of pressure in this process, he could only retreat constantly when the opposing players came up to appeal, trying to remind them to focus on football.
When time passed the 60th minute, the coaches on both sides came to the sidelines of the court and stood down, concentrating on thinking about ways to win.
"Koscielny."
Wenger ultimately decided to play it safe, calling Koscielny to warm up, preparing to replace Vermaelen.
The former's defensive abilities were slightly better, and sending him up to partner with Mertesacker would more likely withstand Manchester City's midfield and forward bombardment.
"BEEP BEEP!"
In the 63rd minute, Koscielny touched the grass and entered the field, his expression serious.
On the other side, Mancini, seeing this adjustment, thought for a moment and also chose a safe approach, "Milner! Milner! Warm up!"
In the 72nd minute, Balotelli was substituted, and Milner, nicknamed 'Never Tired,' rushed onto the field, ready to sweep the midfield.
These two substitutions showed the coaches' trust in their respective forward lines, as they were both concerned about the defense in the backfield.
"Cha!"
In the 75th minute, Milner successfully predicted Alexandre Song's passing route, anticipating and sliding out to intercept the pass, launching a quick attack.
"Manchester City's chance, this time Nasri has the ball, his *dribbling* is also very good!
"Nasri runs towards Alexandre Song, he knows his old teammate very well... Directly shakes off his center of gravity, and passes the ball straight to David Silva on the other side.
"Agüero is asking for the ball at the back of the penalty area, he seems to want a half-air *cross! David Silva hesitates... Still chooses to trust his own footwork, and takes a curved shot* himself! "Oh! It didn't hit the target, Arsenal gets a goal kick! The goalkeeper chooses to take it quickly! Szczęsny's decisiveness!"
"..."
On the field, accompanied by David Silva's regretful face-covering and skyward sigh, and Agüero's somewhat helpless hand gesture of complaint, Arsenal became the attacking side.
All Manchester City players quickly retreated, Yaya Touré, Milner, Barry and others rushing towards their own backfield in unison.
"Peng!"
Ramsey then played a simple and direct over-the-top long pass, the football bypassing the Manchester City midfield line and landing on the left wing.
Maël steadily stopped the ball and took a step inside past Zabaleta, cutting inside a few steps and seeing that the opponent's three defensive midfielders were approaching him, he decisively chose a long pass to transfer the ball to the weak side.
"Beautiful transfer, now it's Walcott one-on-one with Richards! As long as he breaks through, Walcott has a chance to create a threatening attack!"
"A burst of speed! Beautiful! Walcott passed Richards, Richards can't keep up with him!
"Let's see the quality of this *cross*!"
"..."
"Ai!"
Near the penalty area line, Van Persie excitedly reached out for the ball, followed by Arteta and Alexandre Song, who were also eyeing the goal.
"Deng deng deng!"
Maël didn't stop after passing the ball, rushing all the way to the vicinity of the penalty area line, arriving about six or seven meters behind Van Persie, and still slowly approaching.
"Peng!"
Walcott didn't hesitate for too long, he sent a high-altitude *cross* towards Van Persie's approximate position.
The ball was passed a little too high, Van Persie originally wanted to jump up and *volley*, but after jumping up he found that he couldn't kick the ball in the most comfortable position.
The football leaked past his control range and ran towards his back.
"Ah!" Van Persie had a bitter expression on his face in the air, just a little bit, and he would have had a chance to use his best way to help the team overtake the score.
He then looked back, only to see Maël arriving on the path of the football, vying for the landing point with the opposing center-back Kompany.
A chance? Van Persie's eyes flickered, but seeing the landing point of the football, he really didn't know how Maël should handle it.
Under the spotlight, Maël pushed off the ground with his right leg and bounced up, swinging his right leg behind him in the air, using his core *strength* to explode and pop out his left leg, blasting a shot in front of the defending player.
At this moment, he seemed like a superman soaring in the air, unleashing a *volley* in an unconventional way.
Kompany stretched out his foot in horror, shoveling towards the football, but his movements were too slow.
"Peng!!" A burst of ball contact sounded, the speed of the football was so fast that it flew towards the net before Maël even fell from the air, hitting the upper right corner, "Shua!"
"Oh!" Van Persie exclaimed in shock, he looked at the shaking net, then looked back at the landing Maël, with a feeling of disbelief.
Isn't this his best way? In the 0607 season, he also scored a similar goal in the away game against Charlton.
How did Maël learn it?
And he's doing it so well?
"Did you really steal it?!" He exclaimed, holding his head as he ran towards Maël, the excitement of taking the lead washing over him, making it impossible to stay calm.
Of course, he knew that this kind of ability couldn't be stolen. The only possibility was that Maël was also slowly mastering the volley technique! A genius!
A true genius! "Yeahhhh!!" Thousands of Arsenal away fans frantically waved their scarves and flags of all sizes, the entire South Stand a scene of jubilation.
"Two to one!"
"Maël!"
"Aahh!"
They were all excited, many with faces flushed red in an instant, as if they had drunk too much.
On the sidelines, Wenger rushed out of the coaching area the moment the goal was scored, roaring and waving his arms in celebration, "What a fantastic Goal!! Oh!!"
"Aahh!"
The moment he landed, Maël felt a surge of heat rising uncontrollably throughout his body, forcing him to sprint towards the sidelines at full speed.
He forgot everyone, only the joy of scoring such a violent volley!
One goal and one assist! On the day he received the Golden Boy Award, he used a perfect performance to help the team overtake Manchester City and increase the team's hope of overcoming the last peak before the halfway point with a victory!
He rushed towards the Arsenal away fans area on the sidelines, not forgetting to smile and retort at Nasri as he passed by: "Not bad, right?!"
Nasri turned his head away with a dark face and ran towards the center line, afraid of getting too close to the celebrating Arsenal players.
"Oh," Maël roared as he ran, signaling to the Arsenal fans to wait for his final moment of release. When the low roar came from the entire side, he stopped and raised his hands: "Yeah!"
At this moment, he was like a figure skater completing a wonderful performance, making the most beautiful and elegant closing move at the end of the music.
"It's in again!!"
Zhan Jun, who had been shouting for almost the entire game, already had a slightly hoarse voice, "Maël's Soaring Celestial Kick volley! Turns the score around to two to one! Arsenal fans can relax, now the pressure is on the Manchester City fans!
"Maël used one goal and one assist! To hand in a satisfactory answer sheet for this Premier League game on the day he won the Golden Boy Award!
"Maybe this is not the final answer sheet, he still has a few flashes of inspiration that he wants to add, but from now on, this answer sheet is enough to get a high score!"
Zhang Lu had been making exclamatory 'oh' sounds from the side. After Zhan Jun finished speaking, he said, "Too beautiful! Let's take a look at the replay. First, General Van Persie jumped but didn't hit it! "Then Maël jumped almost in the same motion, but this time he hit it, and he scored! "Although the two are facing different directions, and are half a beat faster or slower than each other, it still reminds me of a scene from the Football Record anime, that classic double bicycle kick!
"A double volley should be impossible, but this volley also allows people to appreciate the pleasing feeling of two people doing the same action!
"Maël, I really don't know how many surprises he can bring us!"
On the sidelines, Mancini took off his coat and waved his arms in rare fury, blaming the team's defense.
He cursed in a mixture of English and Italian, regardless of whether the players understood it or not, as long as he vented his anger.
After venting, he opened his cuff and looked at his watch, then anxiously came to the bench, "Džeko, Johnson, warm up! You only have the last 10 minutes to blast that damn ball into the Arsenal net for me!
"After coming on, let the two full-backs push up and play a 2-3-2-3 pressing formation, okay? Go warm up quickly!"
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