From Arsenal to the Ball God

”We all know, Robben’s speed is definitely one of the best in Europe! Don’t be fooled by Lam’s small stature, he’s one of the top full-backs in European football!

”Under such circumstances, Ma’el still managed to create a penalty! It seems that as long as you give him room to speed up, he’s like a beast, unstoppable!

”Even though he didn’t score directly, it still ignited the atmosphere at the scene. We can see that the fans in the stands are going crazy. They will definitely remember this young star!”

On the sidelines, at the Arsenal coach’s seat, witnessing this amazing scene, all the coaching staff members fell silent.

There was neither a crazy celebration nor an exaggerated expression of wonder, only tranquility.

Wenger was immersed in the atmosphere at the moment, recalling the scene he just witnessed, with a somewhat enchanted intoxication, he exhaled deeply, calming his racing heart.

Even Robben couldn’t keep up with him?

Lam couldn’t form an effective block either?

”Ma’el...” He couldn’t help but murmur the name quietly, with slightly parted lips, ”Lucky, truly lucky.”

”Mr. Wenger.”

Philip came to his senses at this moment, also staring at Ma’el with a look of admiration, ”I really want to say, this is not just rough physical play, but an art of explosive breakthrough.”

”Haha...” Wenger chuckled softly, his chest heaving as he sighed in afterthought excitement, ”Unimaginable physical quality!

”With him in the new season, we don’t have to worry about counterattacks against strong teams anymore.”

”Yes.” Philip slightly nodded, repeatedly thinking in his mind: monster, monster, monster...

On the other side, Bayern Munich’s coaching seat.

Bayern’s captain Lam, looking guilty, approached Heynckes, asking, ”Sir, what happened just now, any instructions?”

Heynckes was dumbfounded, looking at him, hesitating to speak several times before finally sighing helplessly, ”Nothing.”

Even switching defenses couldn’t stop him, and Lam’s build facing him even posed a risk of injury.

”Beep!”

On the field, the referee blew the whistle to indicate the penalty could be taken.

Ma’el stood at the penalty spot, taking a deep breath as he looked at Neuer, poised to take the shot.

The team’s penalty taker was Van Persie... he didn’t have much standing yet, definitely not in a position to compete for that role.

But in a friendly, nobody cares much about the final data, so Van Persie naturally let him take the penalty he won himself.

”Bang!”

Ma’el, after thinking for a long time without deciding where to shoot, ran forward and struck the ball towards the center. When the goalkeeper is unfamiliar with you, it’s a sure thing.

Neuer indeed ’cooperated’ by leaping towards the right, as the ball easily touched the unguarded center net!

”Yeah.....!” Cheers from the scene erupted once again, satisfying the Arsenal fans’ expectations, as it undeniably put a perfect ending to the previous dazzling performance!

Ma’el laughed, spreading his arms wide, feeling utterly satisfied with achieving such a feat in this match, bringing such an exciting performance to the home fans.

”Yes!” In his excitement, he dashed towards the corner flag of the Beijing Workers’ Stadium, removing his shirt and flaunting his near-perfect physique.

Amidst the fans’ screams, he slid stylishly along the baseline on his knees, before standing back up and continually pumping his fists towards the fan zone for a long while before stopping.

Everyone watched his figure, clearly knowing that after this round, he was about to step into the spotlight of mainstream media and into the hearts of Arsenal fans!

2 goals and 2 assists!

What an astounding performance!

Two minutes later Wenger subbed Ma’el off, and as he came off, he merely smiled and patted Ma’el on the head without saying anything.

But the smile on his face remained until the end of the match, almost as if frozen.

This goal-fest was not over yet; as both teams’ substitutes took the field, the match grew even more intense, with each substitute frenziedly showcasing themselves.

Ultimately, Arshavin broke through and scored the 5th goal for Arsenal, while Bayern’s Nils Petersen scored one via a corner kick.

Five to four!

A real goal battle!

.......

Around five-thirty in the afternoon, the fans began to leave the stadium one after another, gradually coming down from the heated atmosphere.

Lin Youliang and Zhou Yi walked out of the stadium together, their excited moods still unable to settle, as if they were still on the field.

”Like a dream!”

Zhou Yi felt overjoyed seeing the young player he had been following deliver such a debut performance, walking with a raucous swagger as if he had transformed into Ma’el’s domestic ambassador.

”I’ll pin your post for sure.”

Lin Youliang, not knowing how to convey his shock, could only utter what sounded like a childish phrase, expressing his feelings.

The stand they were seated on was the one closest to Ma’el in the second half.

They saw Ma’el break through Alaba twice, saw Ma’el rush past Robben and Lam to create a penalty and then score it himself.

Whenever he recalled that scene, Lin Youliang’s whole body would shiver slightly, goosebumps rising on his arms and chest, ”I think Arshavin will struggle to compete with him, he’ll secure the left-wing starting position.

”I need to promote him well on the forum... I’ll write a post now, let’s go, and grab some barbecue on the way.”

The two hopped into a taxi at the street corner and headed towards a nearby barbecue restaurant.

Sitting in the car, Lin Youliang opened his phone’s forum app, ready to make a post, only to see two hundred new posts popping up like a geyser.

Without exception, they were all fans who had just finished watching Ma’el’s match, eagerly praising Ma’el’s performance in the forums, wanting to exalt him to the skies!

”Championship 40 goals! 27 assists! Ma’el might become Arsenal’s new key player after Fabregas’ departure!”

The post consistently sitting at the top refreshed by fans was the long introduction and discussion penned by Zhou Yi, which had never been popular before, but now it had received thousands of replies.

”Zhou Yi.”

Lin Youliang held up his phone and laughed, ”Maybe you don’t need to pin it anymore; this post probably won’t go down for a week.”

Zhou Yi glanced over, his eyes filled with excitement at the recognition, he picked up his phone and together with Lin Youliang started browsing through the replies.

”First time watching a match live, can someone tell me, is it because watching a match on TV versus live feels different?

”That Ma’el’s impact was simply mind-blowing, the shock was palpable!”

”Same question! Even if some players perform well on TV, does the impact feel diminished?

”I watched Ma’el live today; now I understand why good players are so expensive, it truly feels like they are not of the same species as us.”

”You’re right; watching on TV isn’t the same as live, but... is it possible that the performance of that Championship best today was just too explosive, I often watch live matches and still felt he was a monster.”

”No wonder! Given the Championship 40+27 data... that makes sense! I thought he popped up from nowhere.”

”Watched the whole match, just two words, awesome! He even overshadowed Van Persie and several Bayern stars today, his form was incredibly explosive.”

”Heynckes really can’t cut it; should leave early; there’s a bursting point waiting there to hit them on the counter, and yet he’s still pushing aggressive attacks, always leaving large counter spaces, not unjustified to lose.”

”Keep this form up, and the new Premier League season will have him easily surpass 15 goals! Keep going! I’ll always be following him!”

”His speed is as fast as Robben’s, and his body clash is better than Robben’s, with shooting ability as well! Really looking forward to it!”

”.....”

Without a doubt, Ma’el has conquered the domestic Arsenal fans with this grand match at Beijing Workers’ Stadium.

His name will spread like a plague throughout the Arsenal fan circle and slowly permeate into the entire domestic Premier League viewing fans circle, even across the whole national football scene.

”What do you think.”

Lin Youliang, curiously flipping through the posts, murmured, ”How fanatical do you think Arsenal fans in the UK will be?”

”I don’t know.”

Zhou Yi shook his head and, thinking for a while, tried an answer, ”If I were in the UK, I’d want to just sleep till the Premier League starts, open my eyes and see Ma’el right there.”

”Haha...” The two laughed together in the car, drawing frequent glances from the driver.

On their way away, they saw many Arsenal and Bayern fans sitting together amicably, from time to time laughing loudly or spreading their hands helplessly and complaining.

This summer’s football fever is set to start just like this.