From Arsenal to the Ball God

Chapter 422 - 119: A Sensational 70-Meter Solo Run! Puskas Candidate? Undefeated Half-Season Finale!

"....."

"Bang!"

Near the center circle, Ma’el pushes the ball to the right, breaking Tech’s defense, his legs once again bursting with formidable power, accelerating forward.

He must ensure his dribbling speed surpasses the chasing speed of everyone behind!

"Thump thump thump!"

Ma’el crazily pounds the ground, glances left and right to observe his teammates’ positions after opening up the field, looking at Van Persie running diagonally in front, pausing to consider a pass.

Yet the defender marking Van Persie seems to have guessed his intention, feet itching to cut in and intercept.

"Boom boom...!"

Ma’el sets aside this fleeting thought, gritting his teeth and charging forward again, with three opposing defenders left in front of him.

This run has exceeded 30 meters, should he continue?

"Boom!"

Ma’el uses a powerful drive to solidify his conviction, and this explosive push attracts the Sheffield United veteran Luton to quickly step forward, leaving his defensive post to preemptively intercept.

"Luton!"

Sky Sports’ commentator sees Ma’el racing past, becoming heated, "It’s still Ma’el who’s faster, like a cheetah swiftly approaching the ball!"

"Aaahh...! He passed! He’s out of the encirclement, now only two center-backs are left ahead!"

"....."

"Bang!"

In front of the center circle, Ma’el takes out Luton in the same manner, breaking through obstacles as if reaching the finish line.

All passing ideas vanished; now, he just wants to charge straight at the goal!

One-man run!

"Boom!" He drives the ball between the two center-backs and quickly strides after the ball, exerting strength in his face.

"Wow...! AaOh...!"

On-site, Arsenal fans’ exclamations have echoed throughout the stadium, Wenger and a group of assistant coaches at the sideline watch Ma’el’s run with glimmering eyes.

On the other hand, Sheffield United fans watch silently as their defense is easily dismantled by Ma’el’s speed and dribbling, almost completely undone.

"....." Garrispeed and others gape at the field, wanting to say something, but find it’s too late.

Under everyone’s gaze, Ma’el sprints after two retreating defenders, nearly covering one position every two steps.

Slowly becoming parallel, gradually surpassing, reaching the ball ahead of the two center-backs!

At this moment, he’s already at the edge of the penalty area, a step away from the goal!

"Bang!"

Ma’el’s foot meets the ball, driving it a step forward to gain position advantage.

The chasing defender sees he’s entered the penalty area, hurriedly slowing down and sidestepping to avoid colliding, fearing a penalty kick.

But in this situation, it’s almost indistinguishable from a penalty; the only hope is that Ma’el’s legs weaken after the long run when shooting.

"Yeah.....!!"

Inside, Arsenal fans’ cheers have reached a peak, everyone displaying incredulous expressions as Ma’el just steps from his box into the opponent’s box?

What’s this goal?

Wenger and others either clutch their heads or raise their arms high.

Many haven’t fully grasped what transpired, the breakthrough was too swift, less than ten seconds, a sprint of over 70 meters.....leaving no time to fully adjust emotions.

"Ah.....!" On the other side, Garrispeed and others clutch their heads, some knees slightly buckling, legs slowly curling as the body sinks.

If they could wish upon God, their choice would be to prevent this ball from going in.

They don’t want to be Ma’el’s backdrop.....please stop, pretend to miss, don’t forget old friendships!

"It’s over!!"

In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun’s eyes widen in astonishment, watching that figure inside Sheffield United’s box, "He got the ball first! He’s about to shoot!! This could be an amazing one-man run goal!"

Inside the broadcast studio, the English commentator’s voice sharpens, no longer able to talk about anything else, raising his pitch repeatedly, "Aahh.....! Aahh...!!"

Inside the box, Ma’el forces himself to calm down, first deciding in his mind that he won’t slide in celebration after scoring.

"Bang!!"

Then, aiming at the right corner of the box, he flicks his ankle to shoot towards the near corner, a proven technique.

The Sheffield United goalkeeper indeed pounces right, seeing the ball fly left, hopelessly sits on the ground.

"Swish!" The ball hits the bottom of the net, shaking it violently before being bounced back by the net.

But everything is settled, Ma’el scores this dragon-like goal, dribbling past several players, running tens of meters alone!

"Wow.....!!!" Arsenal fans celebrate like New Year’s, everyone on the stands waving arms, hugging friends and family in excitement.

"Genius!!"

"Monster!"

"This ball! God!!"

"....."

"Yeah!"

Wenger and others, having just stood still, now rush to different spots, jumping in celebration, turning the place into a chaotic mess.

"Oh...!" From a certain box on the stands comes an amazed female voice, along with the sound of bottles shattering.

Gilbert in front of the player tunnel grits his teeth back into the locker room, only then clenched his fist excitedly shouting, audible from afar.

"Absolutely...!"

Inside the studio, the English commentator’s voice sharpens even more, almost breathless, "Incredible long-distance goal....!"

"Wow! Amazing....! Wonderful...wonderful...and wonderful...!!!"

On the field, Ma’el now couldn’t hold back a bit, swiftly running to the sideline, turning to point at Mertesacker charging from the backfield, smiling.