Chapter 285: Chapter 89: Derby Showdown! The Gunpowder Smell at White Hart Lane! Ma’el’s Duel with Two Speedsters! [1/3]_2

"Oh oh.....! Bang bang.....!"

The die-hard fans on both sides of the stands started to chant their team’s battle songs loudly, beating drums to amplify their momentum, while jumping and shaking, turning the entire field into waves of rolling heat.

"Three to zero! Three to zero!"

"Five to zero! Five to zero!!"

They then chanted the scores of a shutout, using this method to provoke and insult the opposing fans.

At the corner of the stands, where the two fan zones met, countless people leaned over the railing to curse at the opposing side, shouting from outside to inside the stadium.

"Pfft!"

"Whoosh!"

This battle of insults eventually turned into spit wars... true spit wars, with both sides using saliva to attack fans two or three meters away.

"Too much!"

"Get him!"

Gradually, some fans climbed over the railing, engaging in a melee with the opposing fans at the intersection.

"Ouch!!"

Security within the field quickly intervened, separating them and standing at the location, no longer daring to leave it unguarded.

They then raised their hands to cover their faces, because the saliva constantly flying from both sides sometimes accidentally hit them.

In the front section of the die-hard fan stands, Chloe clapped eagerly, waiting for the match to begin.

Due to a shortage of season tickets, it’s unlikely for them to be contiguous; the fans, who participated in charity activities, are seated separately.

"That deaf-mute fan?"

At this moment, a few Arsenal fans sitting higher up noticed her and looked at her with slight surprise, "Why is she sitting here? Isn’t this the season ticket area?"

"Don’t bother her, she comes every time, really likes the team... we are family."

"Did she bribe someone inside Arsenal?"

"How would she bribe?"

"Heh heh....."

"A bit too much, isn’t it? Going up there."

They chattered away as they walked up, unaware that Chloe could understand them, already biting her lip, clenching her fists quietly.

Upon climbing up to the bottom of the row and coming behind Chloe, they saw the lines behind Chloe’s back pointed out by other fans.

"Ma’el?"

——"It’s an honor to play under such loyal and fanatical Arsenal fans every week, you are angels... Chloe, I admire all your contributions to Arsenal, you motivate me."

"What does it mean?"

"That signature should be real, but this line... uh, the handwriting looks quite like it."

Someone frowned slightly, "How could she interact with Ma’el? Must have written it herself?"

Chloe listened to these words, remained composed, did not turn to look at any of them, just stared forward waiting for the players’ appearance.

"What if it’s real?"

Someone still stared at the lines behind her... a few traces of guilt appeared on his face; sometimes, emotions need to be stirred by others, need a touch to awaken.

"Let’s go quickly."

"I said don’t bother her, are you really Arsenal fans?"

Chloe’s lips revealed a faint smile, she straightened her back, seemingly proud to wear this piece of clothing.

......

In an all-white players’ tunnel, Ma’el held a mascot and waited here, looking at Tottenham’s starting lineup, recognizing many familiar faces.

First in line is the future Mr. Golden Ball... the Croatian shepherd boy who emerged from the flames, Modric.

This is a very likable player, small in stature, yet seemingly capable of bursting with endless power and resilience, as if nothing can stump him.

Modric turned back and caught his gaze, smiling while reaching out his palm, "Chin up, good luck."

Ma’el clapped hands with him, feeling a stir of surprise, not expecting the opponent to show such demeanor before the fiery Derby match.

This year should already be 26 years old... a top player, but not yet classified as a superstar.

Who could have predicted he’d join Real Madrid at almost 30 and win 6 Champions League titles?

"A different kind of genius."

He mused, then looked elsewhere, spotting Saint Bell, who is similarly a fast player with a somewhat similar playing style.

His speed now should be a bit faster than Bell’s, but according to the skill level panel’s rating, Bell absolutely has Level 4 speed and physical power between Level 3 and 4.

His long shot and crossing abilities, at peak, should also be close to or directly at Level 4.

This is a very formidable opponent, but his career at Real Madrid wasn’t considered happy... his highlight was the stunning bicycle kick in the Champions League final training Karius.

Bell glanced back at him once, saying nothing, just showing a desire in his eyes to compete against him.

At this moment, Bell hadn’t grown his long hair yet, overall resembling Sun Wukong from Journey to the West more, the title of Saint was probably given during these past two years.

"Ma’el."

A voice called from behind, Kyle Walker walked up slowly, smiling and extending his right hand, "Long time no see, didn’t expect you to become a star in the Premier League."

They had partnered for a period at Sheffield United, now meeting in the North London Derby, after climbing to the top in their respective paths.

Ma’el clapped hands with him, somewhat moved by his presence, "You’re doing great too, playing as a regular in a strong team at a young age.

"I see you have scored 2 goals and provided 1 assist from the full-back position, your last updated market value also broke 25 million euros."

Kyle Walker wrinkled his forehead and shook his head in defeat, "Seeing you made me realize, that’s nothing, plus I’m three years older."

"Good luck today."

Ma’el gave him a slight hug, then looked outside at White Hart Lane and said, "Once on the field, I won’t hold back."