From Arsenal to the Ball God

Wenger nodded, chuckling softly, ”Are you thinking I’m not determined enough? Don’t worry, I’m not a greedy person. I know what’s best for the team and have already made my choice.

”However, after this Champions League match, if this season goes as smoothly as planned, I will fully prepare for next year’s UEFA Champions League.

”After reclaiming the league title, it will be time to challenge some trophies the club has never won.”

”Hope I’ll be around then.” Henry pointed at Wenger, teasingly asking him to sign him.

”Haha...” Wenger laughed twice without speaking. Early next month, Henry would have to leave. Whether they would meet again at Arsenal, no one could be sure now.

The focus returned to the pitch, and the match between the two teams resumed with a kickoff, AC Milan lost possession after only a few touches.

They seemed to be aware of Arsenal’s sharp offensive capability, unexpectedly opting for a counter-attacking strategy today, even Great Fengxian Eevee retreated to the attacking midfielder position to help organize.

”Bang!”

In the 19th minute of the match, AC Milan seized a transition opportunity, Eevee made a diagonal run behind Sagna, receiving a through ball from Sneijder.

He dribbled all the way to the baseline position, lifting a precise short-distance cross with his left foot toward the near post where Robinho was positioned.

Everyone witnessing this was somewhat surprised, Eevee crossing, Robinho contesting in the air; this was definitely considered inversely heaven-defying.

”Bang!”

Robinho, occupying the spot first in the center, swung his head and smashed the ball toward the back post, successfully scoring.

One to one!

Robinho’s goal!

”Oh...!” Amidst cheers from over seventy thousand Milan fans at San Siro, the bicycle kick king Robinho blew a flying kiss in celebration. He was no longer young but still managed to perform.

”Bang!”

It wasn’t over yet; just seven minutes later, Robinho received another pass from Eevee on the edge of the penalty area and took a cold shot.

The football dashed into the far corner, Milan completed the comeback!

Two to one!

In the 35th minute of the match, Arsenal seized a counterattack opportunity, passing the ball to Ma’el on the left flank.

”Bang bang bang...!”

When he got the ball, the same-side defender hadn’t returned, and at the peak of his career, Thiago Silva lowered his center of gravity to follow him.

From the look in his eyes, you could see hints of ruthlessness; it seemed he wasn’t planning to win the ball but just waiting to knock Ma’el down on the San Siro grass when he made his move.

Ma’el’s fighting spirit was stirred; the more it was like this, the more he wanted to play with the defender.

His right foot slid the ball to the left, his left leg immediately followed with an inward step movement, then outward, body shifting back and forth.

”Pa pa...Pa!”

His left foot then kicked the ball to the right side, his right instep quickly nudged the ball outward, feinting as if he was about to surge forward.

Just at the critical moment, he retracted his body weight, sharply steering the ball to the left front.

The whole process flowed seamlessly, without any pause or lack of coordination, even incorporating rhythm changes.

Thiago Silva wasn’t focused on defending at all, constantly wanting to trip him up, witnessing Ma’el’s feints; his legs kept lifting to trip yet unwittingly got tangled.

”Thud!”

At Ma’el’s directional change, he embarrassingly ended up sitting on the ground.

He was tricked!

”Pa pa...!” Cheers erupted from Arsenal fans from behind; Thiago Silva is arguably one of the best defenders in the world at this moment.

His worth reached 40 million euros, which isn’t easy for a center-back position.

Even he was outplayed by Ma’el, naturally inciting excitement and pride among them.

”Bang bang bang...!”

Ma’el dribbled past Thiago Silva, dashing toward the more dangerous area in the opponent’s backfield, eyes full of determination.

He looked up to observe, noticing the other defenders weren’t too panicked but retreating steadily, waiting for the midfielders to track back.

Footsteps echoed from behind him; Sneijder and Van Bommel seemed to be catching up quickly.

”Bang!”

He chipped the ball to the other side to Gervinho, letting him search for a one-on-one chance with the fullback, while he surged into the penalty area.

Gervinho, finally starting a game, was playing with great enthusiasm, swiftly moved toward the baseline, delivering a sweeping center ball.

The quality of this ball was excellent; it threaded through Antonini and the returning Sneijder, heading toward the back post.

”Whoosh!”

Ma’el just rushed over, feeling he couldn’t reach it, he propelled himself forward, sliding to tackle the ball.

”Snap...Swooosh!” The football struck his sweeping instep, altering trajectory, bouncing into the net.

The ball was less than 1.5 meters from the goalkeeper, Abbiati couldn’t possibly react in time.

Another goal!

Two to two!

”Yeah...!!” Ma’el ran exuberantly, fervently raising his arms and rushing towards the corner flag area.

Brace!

Seventh goal in the Champions League!

Upon reaching the edge, he forcefully threw his center of gravity forward without any leverage, completing a front-flip in celebration.

”Aaahh...!”

After landing, he still didn’t stop, leaping high in place, fist waving passionately, shouting several times.

Nearby Milan fans stared blankly at him, not knowing what to say... Many of them showed envy, seemingly craving Ma’el.

If only they had such a young forward, they wouldn’t have been continuously suppressed by Juventus this season.