"The match begins!!"
In the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun, who has gradually become a famous Premier League commentator, lowered his voice and began to commentate: "Dear viewers, you are now watching the broadcast of the first round of the 11-12 season Premier League brought to you by ESPN Sports Satellite TV!"
His voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was very high, which easily aroused the passion of the fans. "I am today's commentator Zhan Jun. After a three-month break, I have returned, and I believe everyone can't wait! In the first half of the game, Newcastle United, wearing black and white striped jerseys, will attack from left to right! Arsenal is wearing dark green and indigo away jerseys today, with the club's commemorative badge embroidered on the chest, as this year marks the 125th anniversary of their team's founding!"
"Thinking back to Woolwich in 1886, 15 pioneers took out 6 pence to establish this team, and now it has grown into a behemoth!
"Let's focus on the game!"
On the field, Newcastle United took the lead in kicking off in the first half. They lined up in a 4-4-2 formation today, with a strong midfield, clearly intending to carry out a defensive counterattack strategy.
"Bang!"
Just over ten seconds into the game, they launched a long pass towards Sagna's control range. Sagna successfully contested the header and handed the ball over to Vermaelen.
Maël had already rushed to the frontcourt position at this time. Listening to the noisy shouts in his ears and looking at the opponent's tight formation, his adrenaline was pumping, and he was extremely eager to receive a pass from his teammates.
Whether it's going to the byline or Cut Inside, he wanted to charge at them first! Turning his head, he saw Danny Simpson's face, the full-back who was marking him today.
He knew this defender, largely because the opponent was a key defender in the Blue Fox's later miracle.
At this time, he shouldn't be too old, around twenty-three or four years old, just when he was wasting away in a mid-to-lower Premier League team.
Danny Simpson quickly approached him, and occasionally pushed him with his right hand, measuring the distance while staying alert.
Maël turned his head and faced his teammates, waiting for the football to develop towards this side.
From the looks of it, after the defenders controlled the ball, they were not in a hurry to move forward, as if waiting for Newcastle to press.
"Move! Move!!"
Newcastle United's coach Alan Pardew waved his hands, signaling the players to press up as a whole. He had planned before the game to seize the first 15 minutes.
He was wearing a bright suit today, standing straight on the sidelines, somewhat in a 'beauty contest' with Wenger.
Wenger was only about 30 meters away from him, and they could even see the expressions on each other's faces when they turned their heads.
"Newcastle's pressing, Arsenal's passing rhythm has accelerated, they are trying to break the high press!"
In the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun's voice continued to sound: "Sagna is blocked on the wing, it's not easy to handle the ball, Cabaye has intercepted the ball at his feet, dangerous!
"Ameobi and Demba Ba are asking for the ball in the center, Cabaye passed the ball to Barton, Barton's Cross!!"
In the Arsenal penalty area, a curved ball with extremely fast speed came over.
The defenders quickly jumped up, stretching their necks towards the football, but still failed to reach it.
"Bang!"
Newcastle United's high center forward Ameobi jumped high and headed the ball towards the net. Judging from the posture, it should be a powerful header.
However, the accuracy was too far off, and the football flew directly to the stands behind.
"Ah!" A sound of regret from Newcastle United fans rang out in St James' Park. Many people held their foreheads, and many people sat back in their seats.
Alan Pardew on the sidelines raised his legs high, his body tense. He didn't relax until he saw the football go out of bounds with a look of regret.
"Come on!!" But he still waved his fists and roared to encourage the players. He was still satisfied with the effectiveness of this pressing and hoped that the players could continue to maintain it.
In the next few minutes, he almost became the most eye-catching person on the sidelines. Some fans even stopped watching the game and just watched his performance.
"Oh!"
He sometimes raised his hands high, making a look as if he was ready to celebrate for the team, and sometimes threw jabs into the air in front of him, gesticulating wildly to express his excitement.
Sometimes, when controversial penalties appeared, he would even take a few steps towards the Arsenal coaching bench, complaining to the fourth official, and also complaining to the Arsenal coaching staff.
It could be seen that his level of excitement was very high, so high that it made others feel uncomfortable.
On the Arsenal coaching bench, dissatisfaction suddenly appeared on Wenger's face. The pressure of playing away was already great, and the opposing coach was even giving them attitude.
"Hey!"
He walked to the fourth official and negotiated, pointing at Alan Pardew and saying, "Tell him not to leave the technical area, he is affecting us!"
The fourth official nodded slightly and went to negotiate with Alan Pardew, who quickly turned his head and cast his gaze over, as if to see who had complained.
"I'll be careful."
Alan Pardew placated the somewhat annoying fourth official, then spread his hands towards Wenger, looking completely puzzled.
"Unbelievable!" Wenger, seeing him feigning innocence, waved his hand upwards in dissatisfaction and turned to leave.
The two of them had thus formed a small grudge, and they were both waiting for a good opportunity to launch a mocking attack. They had been holding back for months, just waiting for someone to offer their face for a slap.
In the 14th minute of the match, Newcastle United once again intercepted the ball in Arsenal's midfield and backcourt, planning to launch a quick counterattack.
However, Alexandre Song reacted quickly, making a clean and decisive sliding tackle from the side, knocking the ball towards his own backcourt.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Taking advantage of Newcastle United's dispersed attacking formation, Arsenal's midfield and backcourt players began a quick passing sequence, quickly moving the ball out of Newcastle's key pressing area.
After receiving the ball in the center, center-back Vermaelen took a step forward, and seeing no good opportunities on either side, he dribbled the ball towards the midfield.
He was definitely a true attacking defender. Wenger liked to have such a player in the center-back position to help bring the ball out from the back.
"Bang!"
Upon reaching the midfield, Vermaelen passed the ball to Ramsey on the right, who cut inside in the opposite direction and ultimately passed the ball to the left flank.
Maël received the ball and immediately moved towards Danny Simpson, preparing to go down the line and get past him.
However, the opponent's defensive positioning was very quick. A defender was standing four or five meters behind Danny Simpson, guarding against his burst of speed, indicating they had done their research.
"Tackle him! Tackle him!"
"Simpson, take him down!"
"Let the young man feel the intensity of the Premier League, and see if this is still the EFL Championship he's familiar with!"
"Kick his legs!"
A chorus of instigation rang out from the stands, with Newcastle's extreme fans standing up and shouting at Danny Simpson, displaying extremely low behavior.
Maël felt a few twinges of displeasure in his heart, glanced at them out of the corner of his eye, and moved laterally with the ball, heading towards the center.
"Bang, bang, bang!" His touch frequency was extremely fast, especially after mastering the rhythm. Each of his touches became very steady, making it difficult for ordinary defenders to directly lunge in for a tackle.
After moving two more steps towards the center, seeing the opponent's center-back and midfielder chasing back, he passed the ball to Ramsey on the other side.
Ramsey passed the ball to Gervinho, who dribbled towards the opponent's full-back for a few steps before passing the ball back.
Ramsey took the ball forward, causing Newcastle United's defensive line to retreat slightly, revealing a vacuum area in front of the penalty area.
Without even looking, he made a horizontal pass, knocking the ball towards the open space.
"Bang!!"
Maël's eyes lit up as he followed up. He swung his right leg, and a powerful shot with the instep of his foot went towards the right side of the goal.
To better exert force, he lowered his neck and upper body at the moment of the shot, concentrating his power in his lower body.
The eyes of everyone in the stadium immediately followed the football, some with nervous expressions, others with anticipation.
"Smack!" Unexpectedly, Newcastle's goalkeeper Krul had anticipated this shot, moving with small steps in advance and quickly leaping up to push the ball out of the baseline.
Corner kick!
"Wow!" Cheers rang out from the scene, with the fans at St James' Park cheering for the goalkeeper's wonderful save.
On the sidelines, Alan Pardew seemed to have found an opportunity to mock, facing Arsenal's coaching bench and making a three-stage gesture, "Oh, oh, yeah!"
Wenger didn't turn his head, but he definitely felt Alan Pardew's provocation clearly. He clenched his teeth secretly, waiting for a chance to retaliate.
"Bang!" A corner kick was taken at this time, and the football was headed out towards the flank by a Newcastle United defender in the air in the penalty area. Their aerial defense was still good.
At the second point, Newcastle's retreating winger took possession of the ball. He didn't dare to dribble in the backcourt and kicked the ball directly towards Arsenal's backcourt.
Arsenal regained possession, with Vermaelen controlling the ball and waiting for his teammates to reposition themselves.
"Danny Simpson!"
In the commentary box, Zhan Jun watched Maël receive the ball on the wing, sweating for Newcastle's full-back, "He's facing Maël's breakthrough! A bit troublesome!
"Don't let this young face's first appearance in the Premier League fool you. He scored 40 goals and provided 27 assists in a single season in the EFL Championship.
"Moreover, in the match against Bayern Munich more than ten days ago, Maël's performance surprised the German media.
"Maël is getting closer and closer, Danny Simpson has nowhere to retreat! The Newcastle United fans by the pitch seem very agitated, throwing water bottles and hot dogs at Maël!"
On the wing, Maël dribbled towards Danny Simpson when he suddenly saw several small objects flying from the stands.
"Take him down!"
"Simpson, don't be a coward!"
"Go for his knees!"
Hearing the shouts of the Newcastle United's extremist fans again, his mouth twitched, suppressing his anger as he continued to dribble forward.
Fortunately, Simpson played relatively cleanly and didn't really listen to those people, retreating in an orderly manner.
Maël slowly began to accelerate, forcing Simpson to retreat faster and faster, his footing gradually becoming unsteady.
"Bang!"
Catching Simpson preparing to raise his center of gravity to balance his body, he slammed the ball towards the baseline, darting past Danny Simpson.
Danny Simpson had just raised his center of gravity when he saw Maël suddenly accelerate. Instinctively wanting to turn around, his body twisted awkwardly, and he fell stiffly to the ground.
Clearly, his body coordination was very average, lacking the resilience to cope with sudden changes.
"..." The Newcastle United fan section on the left fell silent, the fans unsure whether to curse Maël or Danny Simpson, their hearts filled with tension.
Maël successfully completed a dribbling move, but before he could celebrate, he saw the opponent's center-back, Steven Taylor, charging over, a sliding tackle sealing off the baseline.
This was exactly what he wanted. He pulled the ball back, cutting inside along the edge of the penalty area.
"Oh!" In the right half behind the Newcastle United goal area, sat Arsenal's travelling fans. Seeing Maël possibly Cut Inside to shoot, they cheered.
"Cut Inside!"
"Shoot it!!"
"Go on, kid!"
"He's got this in him!"
They waved their fists towards Maël, encouraging this young man they had been waiting for.
Maël was currently moving at high Speed and couldn't hear exactly what they were saying, but he could see their gestures and eager eyes.
"Bang, bang, bang."
He dribbled horizontally, using his excellent Frequency and explosive start to leave Ryan Taylor, who was covering, behind him.
Seeing that the goal had opened up a large space for him, his eyes narrowed, and he took a deep breath, holding it. He knew his chance had come! "Hey!" Van Persie pointed to the space behind Ryan Taylor, ready to cut diagonally, asking Maël for the ball.
"Bang!!"
Maël didn't reply. He pushed the ball to the right, his right foot, like a scimitar, cutting towards the ball with the instep, wrapping around the football and lifting it upwards.
He found a chance for a Curved Shot! Naturally, he had to take it himself! His eyes followed the ball's flight path, seeing the Newcastle United defenders turning to look at the net, seeing Van Persie spreading his hands slightly helplessly, not receiving the pass.
Seeing the Newcastle goalkeeper Krul diving out... and his hands, inches away from the ball.
"Swish!" The football beautifully curled into the side netting of the goal, using the arc to slide along the inside of the net.
Goal!
He scored his first Premier League goal!!
"Yeah!!" Behind the goal, the area where thousands of Arsenal fans were sitting erupted in jubilation, countless hands waving in the air, hats, scarves, and other items thrown into the sky.
They were in the lead! Their highly anticipated young player, Maël, scored the first goal! "Oh!" Maël's brain suddenly flooded with blood, a surge rushing into his body, causing his vocal cords to tremble involuntarily, letting out a shout.
He sprinted towards the Arsenal fan section, extending his left arm, high-fiving the Arsenal fans who were closer.
Looking at these ecstatic faces, he revealed a heartfelt smile, and after reaching the corner flag area, he couldn't help but leap up and kick the corner flag.
First Premier League goal!
First official goal for Arsenal! From this goal onwards, he would begin his goal-scoring career representing Arsenal! "Oh!" Van Persie was the first to come over, holding his head. He had just spread his hands, complaining that Maël hadn't passed him the ball. Who knew that Maël would score the goal himself.
"A brilliant solo show!" He leaped high, jumping onto Maël's back, smiling and waving to the Arsenal fans in the stands.
The other teammates quickly arrived as well. Gervinho wanted to jump and rush towards the two of them, but they both dodged him, leaving him somewhat embarrassed. He pretended to be heading for the corner flag and patted it.
"Paganini has ignited!" Sagna said at this moment, using a line from 'Maël's Song' to praise the goal.
Ramsey, the Grim Reaper, quickly followed, his blessing simple: "Didn't expect your first Premier League goal to come so quickly! Congratulations!"
"Just the beginning!" Maël said with a smile, opening his arms and high-fiving them one by one. The excitement hadn't faded yet; he had finally scored in the top league.
He wanted to turn all his Premier League goal celebrations into stickers and create a photo wall at home! When that wall was full, it would mean he had truly become a superstar!
"It's in!!" In the commentary box, Zhan Jun's hoarse and excited voice rang out: "Maël's curved shot world wave! This is his first Premier League goal! And it's a cut inside shot! This is the level of a top winger! Maël scores Arsenal's first goal of the 11-12 season! Does he even need an adaptation period? With this kind of performance, it's like the Premier League needs to adapt to him!"
Zhan Jun chuckled in a raspy voice, but unfortunately, no one could answer his question; he didn't have a commentary partner yet.
"Yeah!!"
On the sidelines, Wenger, who had been eagerly waiting, saw the ball hit the net, raised his arms high, turned around, and laughed towards the coaching staff.
What a wonderful goal! What a magical Maël!
They were easily taking the lead away from home! Philip and the other assistant coaches quickly rushed up and surrounded him, hugging him tightly.
"A new era has begun!"
Philip, seeing the team's new season look, couldn't help but make a bold statement: "We have a new goalscorer, and he will continue to be magical!"
"I'm sure of it!" Wenger replied simply. He tried to close his mouth several times, but he kept opening it to reveal a bright smile; he couldn't close it at all.
After celebrating, he remembered something and looked towards Alan Pardew on the opposing coaching bench.
The latter was somewhat surprised, holding his chin with his right hand, standing still, still processing the disappointment of conceding a goal.
"Oh oh...!"
Wenger imitated Alan Pardew's three-hit combo from earlier, directing the first two hits towards Alan Pardew, attracting the latter to subconsciously turn his head to look at him.
"Yeah!" Wenger delivered the final hit, which seemed to land right on Alan Pardew's face as he turned his head, instantly darkening the latter's expression.
He was never a reserved person when celebrating; in fact, no one could remain calm in the heated atmosphere of the stadium.
When you immerse yourself in everything here, even the smallest details can stir your emotions, and even the simplest actions can intensify them! Especially when the young player you have high hopes for scores his first goal for the club, his first goal in the top league!
Provoked? He would take advantage of this excitement to return the favor!
"Hey!" Alan Pardew was unhappy at this moment and rushed to the fourth official to report Wenger.
The fourth official became the mediator between the two, approaching Wenger to negotiate and hoping he would be mindful of his actions.
"I will be mindful," Wenger said, waving his hand with a very proper attitude, giving the other party the feeling of hitting cotton.
On the field, Maël, having finished celebrating, ran towards his own half. He looked at the group of Newcastle United's extremist fans on the left side and put his right index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.
Inciting people to kick his legs?
Then he would use goals to retaliate against them!
"Boo! Boo! Boo!" A chorus of boos quickly erupted in the stadium and gradually increased until it filled the entire venue. Many Newcastle United fans pointed at his back and cursed, their emotions running high.
"Son of a bitch!"
"Kill him!"
"Such a little kid, how can he be so arrogant? What does he mean by that?"
"Teach him a lesson!"
After Maël returned to his position, he could clearly see fans on the left side standing up and cursing at him, and he could hear them very clearly.
He wasn't angry this time because he had returned here as a victor! No matter how much the opposing extremist fans shouted, it would only increase his excitement and make him even more eager to smash the ball into their net again! ps: There will be at least two more chapters this afternoon. The pre-season warm-up match wasn't written very well, I apologize to everyone, and I will strive to improve in the future.
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