Chapter 274: Chapter 85: Outlook on Each Front! Aerial Strike Begins to Show Its Edge! Iconic Celebration Moves!

But he was quickly pulled away by his teammates... If already behaving like this was a problem, it’s better to get suspended for one match than to find three more.

Now charging forward, is he ready to be suspended for 6 matches?

Just like that, with the Bolton Wanderers coach displaying an expression as if relapsing into idiocy, and Wenger barely able to contain his laughter, Ma’el sprang up from the ground like a carp and strode towards the Bolton Wanderers defense.

His running posture was incredibly graceful, showing no signs of injury, as if fully recovered.

When the camera focused on his face, it even revealed hints of a brilliant smile.

Creating a red card *1!

"Hahaha.....!" The Emirates Stadium erupted in laughter and applause, as Arsenal fans encouraged Ma’el’s contribution while teasing his cunning.

The match became easier to play as time went on, with Bolton Wanderers unable to mount a single attacking threat.

Whenever they couldn’t resist attacking, Arsenal was ready to punish them with a shot on goal within a minute.

In the 71st minute, Walcott received a long pass from Ma’el, controlled the ball, and charged towards the opponent’s penalty area.

Just like the previous three-person play, he tapped the ball towards the center, Van Persie looped around to the front point in front of the defender, and with a swing of his ankle fired the ball into the goal.

Two to zero!

The Premier League’s fourth win is approaching!

The Arsenal trio reunited, embracing each other as they rushed to the sidelines at the Emirates Stadium, basking in the adoring gaze of the fans.

Although Ma’el didn’t score or assist in this match, he was still very happy; the team’s honor is also important.

As long as they win, and as long as he can contribute by playing on the field, everything is good.

In the 92nd minute, Arsenal secured a corner kick opportunity at the last moment.

"Boom!"

Ramsey stood at the corner area and kicked the ball towards the back of the center, where Mertesacker was positioned to head it back.

This was a well-rehearsed corner tactic, with Mertesacker heading back to find Van Persie.

However, Mertesacker didn’t head well, and under the opponent defender’s interference, he directed the ball slightly backward.

Fortunately, Ma’el was standing right there, this being his first time in the match close to the goal with the ball.

He watched the ball approach, turning sideways and assuming a ball-control protecting stance.

"Apply pressure!"

The Bolton Wanderers’ defense line immediately fell into panic, the goalkeeper commanded the defenders to press forward while also looking to observe other Arsenal players’ positions.

Everyone knew that with 4 assists, Ma’el had excellent vision and passing ability.

If he controlled the ball well and distributed it, it would likely pose a threat... Nobody wanted to concede a goal in the last moments.

"Boom!!"

But suddenly, the sound of a shot rang out, and Ma’el unexpectedly extended his body laterally, flexibly swung his right leg in the air, elegantly firing the ball.

His long hair danced in the wind, thigh muscles taut, the body’s lines were extremely beautiful, resembling a work of art.

"Swish!!"

Not only were Bolton Wanderers’ goalkeeper and defenders stunned, but even all Arsenal players hadn’t reacted, as the ball slammed into the right side of the net, leaving the goalkeeper motionless.

Three to zero!

Ma’el’s eighth Premier League goal!

"Wow.....!

"Yeah.....!!"

The Emirates Stadium fell into a whirlwind of celebration again, with over fifty thousand Arsenal fans shaking their bodies and arms, some even tearing their clothes off and shaking them wildly.

"Oh....!"

On the fieldside, Wenger’s expression showed a hint of empathy for the opponent’s goalkeeper, as he shook his head in sympathy.

"You’re a bloody genius!"

Van Persie displayed his white teeth, rushing to Ma’el’s side and laughed, "Mertesacker’s really lucky, a fortunate accident giving him an assist."

"Isn’t that common knowledge?"

Alexander Song also stood by, gazing at Ma’el’s back in admiration, "Recently, I’ve seen him attempting volleys often in practice, and now he’s executed it; how many shooting techniques will you develop?"

The awe from an aerial strike can be very strong, not less than a long shot from afar... It is a very graceful way of shooting.

Thinking about Ma’el’s charm, Alexander Song was jealous, spasming slightly, and couldn’t resist mimicking the volley, considering practicing in private.

"Yes.....!"

Savoring the limelight, Ma’el laughed as he approached the sidelines, excitedly waving to the stands.

He then glanced back, confirming Van Persie’s and Walcott’s positions, clenched his fists... elbows placed in front of his abdomen, shaking them side to side.

"Haha!"

Van Persie soon noticed the famous cradle dance celebration, understanding Ma’el’s earlier glance, joined him and danced in rhythm.

Alexander Song saw a chance for some camera time, quickly stepped forward to join the pair.

"Whoosh!"

A gust of wind whistled by, as Walcott sprinted past at full speed, as if dribbling a ball, not celebrating.

Alexander Song: "..."

Even this is contested?!

"Wuhu!"

By the corner flag, Ma’el stood at the center, dancing the cradle dance joyfully, with the two beside him laughing and imitating, frequently swaying their hips and shoulders, resembling a dance hall.

Under the sun, the trio displayed pure and bright smiles, as if immersed in a soccer paradise, free from any troubles.

This scene was reminiscent of the iconic 1994 World Cup moment, when Bebeto performed the cradle swing to celebrate his son’s birthday.

Ma’el has no children, his aim was to pay tribute and relive the joyful World Cup moment he once witnessed.

"It is the best of times, it is the worst of times!

"Football prodigies from various countries are sprouting like geysers, the dazzling South American football clashes with the intricate European football, giving rise to diverse player encounters!

"And we gradually get the chance to see them via televised broadcasts, experiencing every vital moment together!

"Without a doubt, Ma’el, having already scored 8 Premier League goals, has demonstrated a poised demeanor in top league play.

"I eagerly anticipate what kind of report card he will deliver at the end of this season!"

After completing the celebration, Ma’el waved to the stands, turning over to prepare for high-fives and hugs with other teammates.

When it came to Alexander Song, he suddenly noticed something odd in his gaze, with his body slightly trembling and distorting.

He was unsure, thinking it was hyperactivity, approaching and pressing a couple of times.

...

"Remember me?" A red-haired reporter with braces sweetly smiled, extending a microphone toward Ma’el.

"Of course." Ma’el pointed to her braces, smiling, "A very memorable feature."

"Haha....." The red-haired reporter chuckled lightly and came closer, "Then you must remember, we agreed on an exclusive interview once you score 10 goals in the Premier League."

"No problem." Ma’el nodded with a smile, "I still remember you’re a reporter for Sky Sports, but today why are you holding another outlet’s microphone?"

"Switched jobs."

The red-haired reporter lowered her head slightly in embarrassment, "I was actually laid off, now working at a small, calmer journal... Will you refuse the interview because of this?"

"No." Ma’el shook his head, had no other agenda, merely following principle, "If I promised, I’ll deliver."

He didn’t chat with the reporter much further, after waving he said goodbye, "Alright, keep working hard, don’t get laid off again, I’ll hit the 10 goals soon, hope you’re still around then."

He turned and left, leaving the young lady alone, staring at his back for a long while.

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ps: Stayed up all night, busy since morning, thankfully there’s a calm afternoon, will return home tomorrow.

Another Chapter is coming soon, didn’t sleep but will finish writing, not less than 10,000 words daily before 3rd.