"Beautiful stop and turn! Oh wow, Maël actually brought the ball down, completed the turn, and even got past Piszczek!"
In the live broadcast booth, He Wei, who was used to big scenes, was stunned by this amazing moment and said in his commentary: "A century turn worthy of a genius! He's now on a One-on-One! Will it be his first Champions League goal? The world is looking forward to Maël's performance in the Champions League, and today he may prove himself! Facing Weidenfeller, will he dribble past the goalkeeper?"
On the field, Maël sprinted with the ball, knowing full well that no one behind him could catch up.
Now, his only opponent was Weidenfeller, the Dortmund goalkeeper in black!
Thump, thump, thump.
His right foot kept dribbling the ball forward, and everything seemed to freeze at this moment, with only the opponent's goal and the ball at his feet remaining in the world.
Even Weidenfeller, in his eyes at this moment, was just a moving obstacle.
As long as he stepped over this obstacle, he would score his first Champions League goal... and complete this important achievement at the famous Westfalen Stadium.
He didn't think about dribbling past the goalkeeper again. Weidenfeller should have a plan for his liking to dribble past goalkeepers, maybe even an unexpected response.
Thump, thump!!
With his next dribble, Maël deliberately dribbled the ball a little more to the right, and then curled a shot straight towards the upper right corner.
He chose to trust his technique! No safe dribbling past the goalkeeper, no safe push shot, was as safe as a Curved Shot that could hit the dead corner of the goal!
The football curved inward towards the net, carrying a huge force, attracting the attention of everyone in the stadium.
Swish!!
Weidenfeller's center of gravity was low, and unexpectedly, he didn't have time to make a save, but just opened his mouth and watched the football enter the net.
He really wanted to quickly get down to prevent being dribbled past, but he didn't expect Maël to choose to shoot in advance.
Goal!
One to zero!
Before the end of the first half, Arsenal changed the score, taking the lead!!
"Yeah!!" The madness of thousands of Arsenal fans who had traveled far was met with the silence of more than seventy thousand Dortmund fans, creating a strange and shocking contrast of joy and sorrow on the field.
"F*ck!"
"A divine goal!"
"This is the best goal of this round of the Champions League, it has to be!!"
Arsenal's players exclaimed in astonishment, rushing quickly towards Maël, who was running towards the sideline.
"Come on!!" Goalkeeper Szczęsny didn't expect that he could get an assist in the Champions League this season, just after securing his position as the main goalkeeper.
For him, this was naturally a rare opportunity!
Mr. Wenger, in front of the coaching bench, looked surprised, and his usually unchanging complexion turned a little red. He tried to open his mouth to exclaim several times, but found that he couldn't speak.
What kind of goal was that?
What the hell was that goal?
The goalkeeper kicked a long ball, Maël magically stopped the ball, turned elegantly to get a One-on-One, and then ended Dortmund with a somewhat violent Curved Shot in front of the goal?
His assistant coaches rushed out quickly, wanting to share the joy of the goal with him. After arriving next to Mr. Wenger, they remembered everything that had just happened on the field and were also a little speechless.
"Ah, Maël!"
In the box, Isabella waved her right arm wildly, jumping and celebrating.
For people who love football, when such a wonderful goal happens in front of you, no one can remain restrained and elegant, no matter what your identity is.
What's more, Isabella was not a reserved person in the first place. She was fiery, a beautiful woman like a sun.
"Oh my god!" Gilbert looked up at the sky, his body convulsing, constantly blinking and opening and closing his mouth. He put himself in the shoes of the defending players.
This state didn't last long. He quickly leaned on the railing and waved his right arm wildly towards the field.
"You did it! You did it, Maël!!
"First Champions League goal... you will lead this team to revival from here! Come on... I will come back next year to help you!!"
The scene was completely crazy, and no Arsenal fan could remain restrained. The heat wave engulfed the dark Dortmund fan area, even though they were the larger group.
On the field, Maël, with his flowing hair, came to the sideline, his inner excitement beyond words.
After becoming familiar with the professional arena and the Premier League, he regained the mentality he had when he scored his first goal in his professional career! He felt countless spotlights shining on him, and the eyes of everyone in the stadium were focused here. He was undoubtedly the center of attention!
In this new arena, he also left his first mark! This was the stage that football teenagers all over the world dreamed of, and now, he officially announced his arrival with a wonderful goal.
Look at the Champions League logo under the scoreboard, look at the Dortmund players in their classic yellow jerseys, and look at Lewandowski, who was bowing his head with his hands on his hips, and Götze, who was full of regret.
All of this deepened his emotions, making it impossible for him to stay calm.
"OhYeah!" He jumped onto the advertising board and waved and shouted at the silent Dortmund fans, releasing his emotions.
Just like he thought before, the stands belong to the fans, but the field belongs to the players.
Now, the spotlight at Westfalen Stadium can only shine on him! He was then surrounded by Arsenal players rushing over. Szczęsny knelt on one knee, imitating Van Persie's shoe-shining celebration from last time, rewarding the hero who brought him an assist.
On the sidelines, in front of the Dortmund coaching bench, Klopp stood frozen in place, buffering the shock of conceding a goal in this way.
He then nodded slightly, and somehow, a seed was planted in his heart.
In the future, he must find a striker like this!
He didn't sigh for too long, turned his head to look at his frustrated disciples, clapped his hands and re-encouraged them.
"Goal! Arsenal takes the lead! One to zero!"
In the live broadcast room, He Wei suppressed his trembling and tried to keep his voice steady: "Maël's first Champions League goal! This is a goal that can't be faulted from any angle! A perfect strike! No one thought he would use an almost explosive shot to finish!
"If his turn was a flash of inspiration from a top attacker, then this explosive shot is undoubtedly a sublimation of that flash of inspiration! No one can doubt that he is now a top winger who can change the course of the game at any time!"
On the football field, the celebration was coming to an end, and Maël ran back to his position with his teammates.
When he arrived at the center of the field, he remembered the two good friends who had flown from England to Germany to cheer for his first Champions League game.
Looking at the box, he quickly saw two excited faces leaning over the railing, constantly waving and greeting him.
Maël thought for a long time about how to express his gratitude to the two of them, and finally raised his hands and made a heart shape, sending it to them.
"Oh!" Another exclamation came from the Arsenal stands, and people speculated about who Maël had in the stands.
"Beep!"
The game then continued, and Maël rushed back into Dortmund's backfield, working hard for new goals and assists.
However, the two in the box could no longer remain calm.
Isabella sat back in her seat, her heart rippling. Her face was radiant, and there was an irrepressible smile on her lips.
No matter what, it would naturally make people feel deeply honored to have a superstar who had absolute control over this magnificent stadium make such a special gesture to you at that moment.
"What does he mean?"
Isabella adjusted the hair behind her head, her eyes brightened a bit, and a few blushes appeared on her face, "Isn't this a bit too special?"
Gilbert: "..."
"Actually, it might be a gesture made to both of us, don't overthink it." He was afraid that Isabella would misunderstand, and helped explain.
"I know." Isabella didn't think that way, her expression didn't change, "Of course I mean both of us."
Gilbert nodded. At this time, when he savored it, he also felt very honored and couldn't help but smile: "My relationship with him is naturally very special. We walked out of the youth training camp together and gained a foothold in the football world.
"That's a brother who spends day and night together, lived together for a year... No iron buddies are more iron than us."
"What about me?" Isabella's beautiful eyes turned, and she thought for a moment and said, "My relationship with him, even if it's not as good as you two, isn't bad, right?"
Seeing Gilbert wanting to refute something, she confidently smiled and snatched the words: "And I'm very beautiful, do you think Maël will have some filters on me in his usual interactions?"
Gilbert pursed his lips helplessly, and a few hints of 'competing for beauty' rose uncontrollably.
He really wanted to point at himself and say that he was not bad either, but after thinking about it, it was not appropriate, so he could only change his approach: "I can't guarantee it... because Maël is also very handsome."
"Yes."
Isabella generously smiled and admitted this, sincerely saying: "He has many dazzling qualities, including his appearance. Everyone is like this, and so am I."
Gilbert looked at Isabella, and the more he looked at her, the more he felt that she was preparing to pursue Maël? Or was she already? He couldn't confirm it. He had grown up in the youth training camp since he was a child, and had always been relatively self-disciplined, not attending parties, and had seen very few girls.
...
The first half of this game then came to an end, and the players from both sides returned to the locker room to rest.
Maël hummed a little tune all the way back. After half a game, he had another goal, and he had overcome the nervousness of playing on this field.
There must be a sense of sacredness and honor, but he can treat this field more normally.
Thinking back after leaving the game, the Champions League game is really different from the league.
Not only its attention, its importance, but also the way the players play is different. He met many types of players for the first time.
The near-perfect full-back Piszczek, the incredibly creative Götze, and Lewandowski, who at just 22 years old, already exudes a sense of Stabilization.
And of course, there's the somewhat scatterbrained Klopp, not yet possessing the meticulousness and composure he would later display when managing Liverpool.
Perhaps this is the significance of the Champions League: it brings together teams from different leagues, even teams that exist in seemingly different worlds, to compete.
Here, one can truly test which football philosophy aligns with the current footballing landscape, and which league's best player is truly the world's best! "Keep pushing for goals."
His objective for the second half was crystal clear: whether for himself or for the team, he had to keep striving.
He hoped his first Champions League match would end in victory! Back in the locker room, Mr. Wenger emphasized a key tactical adjustment: "Whether the opponent comes out with high pressure or continues to defend and counter-attack, we need a unified approach to both offense and defense."
"...Try to lure more of their players past the midfield line, let them come in, leave space in their backfield, and then let our forwards exploit it."
"Remember, even if the opponents want to defend and counter-attack and are unwilling to come forward, you must Stabilization your positions, fall back first, and then charge forward."
"The central defense line formed by Hummels, Subotić, and Gross is very Stabilization in defense and won't give us many opportunities."
"If they manage to organize their defensive formation, it's unlikely we'll be able to break through head-on."
After saying this, Mr. Wenger discussed some minor defensive issues, being very meticulous overall.
Just before leaving the locker room, he turned back and asked, "Maël, is Gilbert back?"
Maël was taken aback for a moment, then nodded blankly.
"When you see him, give him a message for me."
Mr. Wenger smiled slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "He's performing very well at Sheffield United. If he can improve his toughness, he can come back next season."
"Okay." Maël agreed with a smile, and thinking of Gilbert's face, he genuinely looked forward to the prospect of the two of them playing together again next season.
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