From Arsenal to the Ball God

Chapter 244 76: The Massacre Is No More! A Happy Day! Arsenal's Three Gunners!! (Part 2)

"Bang bang... pa!"

"Bang... pa!"

Each team's passes couldn't go beyond three touches before being intercepted by the opponent. The top players of both teams clashed together as if they didn't know how to play soccer.

Even if someone attempted a wide-range strategic maneuver immediately after a steal, the situation didn't improve.

Wherever the ball went, the chaos followed, until all positions turned into a mess.

No side could control the ball or stabilize the rhythm. Each time, a fierce attack was pointed directly at the opponent's vital points.

"Bang!!"

"Mine!!"

Mertesacker played an important role during this phase, heading out all balls delivered directly to Arsenal's penalty area, not giving the opponents much of a chance.

Until the 74th minute, Walcott diligently chased back, first pursuing Anderson, then Welbeck, and finally diagonally tracking towards Nani who just received the ball, with fierce momentum.

The extended anaerobic sprinting made him feel a bit euphoric, and in the process of intercepting, he didn't pay attention and knocked Nani down at the edge of the penalty area.

"Beep!" The referee pointed to the penalty spot. From any perspective, this was a penalty.

"Well done!"

"Xu~ Xu~!"

"Nani!!"

"Oh.....!"

The Manchester United fans erupted in applause. After Arsenal received a penalty in the first half, they finally got one too.

And this penalty could extend their lead and kill the game!

Wenger anxiously came to the sideline, crouched on the ground nervously watching Szczeny, internally preparing himself to accept defeat.

Ferguson calmly sat in the coaching seat, secretly clenching his fists, expecting Rooney, the team's penalty taker, to score.

"Beep!"

"Bang!"

Rooney did not disappoint the Manchester United fans, fiercely nailing the ball into the top corner of the net, completing the goal.

Four to two!

Manchester United extended their lead again!

"Yeah.....!!" This time, the Manchester United fans even turned around, jumping shoulder to shoulder with their backs to the field. Their message was clear, no need to watch anymore, 3 points secured!

"Clap clap clap.....!" Ferguson smiled and applauded, seeing Rooney, who grew up under his watch, achieve a hat-trick in this match, giving Arsenal a blow, feeling very satisfied.

Walcott, feeling guilty, stood at the edge of the penalty area, hands on hips, looking down as he walked towards the front field position.

Wenger returned to the coaching seat to drink water, without saying a word. No one could tell what he was thinking at this moment.

Ma'el ran back to his half once again, looking at the celebrating Rooney's back with a slightly complicated mood. This guy was indeed explosive in this match.

He stopped Van Persie, saying: "If you see space on my side, move forward a bit and push back their center-backs.

"I need more space. When I came back to receive just now, it didn't quite work. Their defensive line has moved up."

"I was pushing up just now."

Van Persie replied, then asked: "Not deep enough?"

"Not enough." Ma'el nodded, "Phil Jones is sticking to me very tightly. If I take him away, and you can simultaneously push their defensive line back, they will be out of sync.

"I can try to get past him. If successful, it will be a threatening attack."

"I trust you." Van Persie did not give up on this match either, pointed at Ma'el, then nodded, indicating he would do so.

After the kick-off again, Ma'el and Van Persie exchanged a look, ready to support each other.

...

"Bang!"

In the 85th minute, Ma'el got the opportunity he wanted. Arteta suddenly sent a long pass to an open space near the midfield.

He ran back a few steps to receive the ball. This was a minor positional error as he didn't expect Arteta to deliver an unexpected reverse pass while facing the other side.

No matter, the effect was the same... As he approached the ball, Phil Jones tightly followed behind him, disrupting his ball-stopping, not allowing him to turn around.

Got them out!

He quickly turned his head to observe Van Persie's position, finding him sprinting forward with full speed, though not taking away the two vigilant center-backs, but causing them to hesitate in place.

The defenders were out of sync, and the close connections were gone!

As long as he could turn around and break through Phil Jones, the opponent's defense line would be in chaos.

"Smolin!"

After switching sides in the second half, Ma'el found himself near the sideline close to the coaching bench. This reception took place only two meters away from Ferguson.

"Smolin!"

It seemed Ferguson sensed the danger, calling out to another defender, Smolin, "Cover him!"

But it was too late. Ma'el didn't give any time for repositioning, with a slight sound of "pa," he gently brought the ball under control on the instep.

"Bang!"

A half-second later, he swiftly pushed off the ground, completing a quick turn, driving the ball directly towards the rear of Phil Jones.

This was his customary trick, catching the opponent off guard with simple moves, maximizing his physical advantage to break through those highly focused defenders!

A surefire move!

"Fah.....!" Phil Jones didn't expect Ma'el would control the ball so well under disturbance, nor did he react to this advance.

By the time he turned around, Ma'el had already dashed past him, giving no chance.

"Ziz.....!" His right hand tugged at Ma'el's jersey, causing the frustrating sound of seams tearing from the stress, yet still unable to stop him.

He himself was dragged down by the powerful momentum of Ma'el's sprint, helplessly kneeling on the ground, and after letting go, happened to lock eyes with Ferguson, filled with shock and disappointment.