"White Hart Lane is really heated; every time Maël gets the ball, there's a chorus of boos."
After the restart, the atmosphere remained intense. Zhan Jun gradually slowed down his commentary to prevent viewers from becoming overwhelmed.
"Ai," Zhang Lu chimed in, punctuating the commentary, occasionally adding, "It seems they know who the most crucial player in Arsenal's lineup is."
"I feel like Maël is playing with a bit of anger. It's understandable; away derbies are always tough."
Zhan Jun nodded in agreement, saying, "He can't afford to get into a battle of wills with the defenders, especially when facing a top full-back like Kyle Walker."
"But we believe that with the maturity Maël has shown before, he can quickly calm down."
"Let's see this attack. Arsenal is building up, and Alexandre Song is pushing forward!"
In the 29th minute, Alexandre Song inadvertently dribbled past two players in midfield, somewhat haphazardly advancing into the attacking third.
Realizing that the opponent's midfield line was completely empty, he continued his run, showing a side of himself rarely seen.
"Crack!"
This quickly led to trouble. Tottenham's defensive midfielder, Scott Parker, made a sharp sliding tackle, dispossessing him, and the ball bounced away.
Fortunately, Arteta was in the right position. Seeing the ball coming, he quickly lowered his center of gravity to receive it.
"Hey!" Tottenham's midfielder Modrić shouted from behind, trying to startle Arteta.
But Arteta wasn't fooled. Sensing that Modrić was close, he changed his strategy at the moment of control, using the outside of his foot to flick the ball over Modrić's head, sending it towards Maël's position.
Modrić regretfully raised his head slightly, then quickly turned to cover Maël.
"The orphan's about to get the ball!"
"Tackle him!"
"Slide him!"
"Xū ~!"
Boos and whistles filled the stadium, seemingly their only way to create chaos, simple but effective.
Just a few meters from the Tottenham fan section, Maël endured the insults, suppressing his anger as he glanced back to assess his position. Noticing that Walker was two or three meters away, he turned backward to meet the incoming ball.
His left leg stepped back, firmly planting on the ball's first point of contact, but instead of stopping it dead, he used the momentum to guide it behind him.
"Whoosh!"
The ball smoothly settled at Maël's feet, gliding behind him with his instep, without losing any speed.
Maël completed a stunning turn, and while the ball's momentum continued, he slid it to the left, opening up space on the wing and denying Walker any chance to tackle.
In that moment, he seemed to be waltzing on the left wing, dancing with an elegant turn and leg movement.
He smoothly controlled the ball while facing the direction of attack, even advancing a few steps!
Kyle Walker had intended to tackle Maël as soon as he controlled the ball, but now, halfway through his charge, he was caught off guard as Maël turned and prepared to attack him.
He had to quickly decelerate, lower his center of gravity, and change direction, retreating backward, which caused him to lose his footing.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Maël immediately pushed off the ground, accelerating to catch up with the ball, and dribbled it towards the edge of the penalty area.
Everything happened in an instant. His first touch stunned the Tottenham defense for a moment, and by the time they reacted, he was already in a dangerous position near the box.
This was the power of his new abilities!
"Oh, wow.!"
In the commentary box, this time it was Zhang Lu who spoke first. He loved these kinds of small techniques, exclaiming, "A perfect control and turn, all in one smooth motion, without any hesitation!"
"Maël suddenly advanced the attack in an unexpected way, causing chaos in the Tottenham defense. Kyle Walker was clearly surprised; he stumbled!"
"Including Modrić, we saw him immediately track back, and he had a chance to intercept, but Maël shook him off!"
The two commentators stopped talking, focusing intently on the broadcast screen, knowing that this was definitely a good opportunity for an attack.
The pitch needed this kind of variation. Although it was just a small stop, it clearly changed the rhythm. This gives the opposing players more time to react, creating space for the attacking players.
"Buzz... Buzz...!"
The commotion within White Hart Lane gradually subsided at this moment, with Tottenham fans looking at Maël with tense expressions.
They noticed Walker's predicament, knowing that Maël would likely create a good opportunity because of this turn.
"Bang!"
Maël's subsequent breakthrough was simple. With Walker off balance, it was impossible for him to complete a third turn and sprint.
At this time, a single powerful surge was enough to give his former teammate a hard time! The ball quickly rolled towards the position inside the penalty area, and Walker turned around stiffly to follow, but he obviously couldn't keep up.
Maël broke into the vicinity of the penalty area alone, with the goal of his arch-rival Tottenham right in front of him to his right.
The opportunity has come!
So close!
"Aahh!" A low roar sounded, and Arsenal fans in the distant stands stood up one after another, staring at the direction of the goal with wide eyes.
"Woah..." In the season ticket area, Chloé stood up with the Arsenal fans, her eyes bursting with strong anticipation, raising her hands high.
She couldn't help but make a sound again, but this time she no longer had too many feelings of inferiority. She knew that there was a strong backing behind her.
Inside the field, Wenger also got up from the coach's bench with a nervous expression, pacing to the edge of the field.
Everything was changing at this moment. Maël was tugging at everyone's hearts, and it all depended on whether he could hit the goal!
"Deng deng deng!"
Van Persie sprinted forward at high speed towards the small penalty area, containing the defending players while waiting for a chance to make a follow-up shot or get an easy goal.
Arteta on the outside rushed towards the arc of the penalty area, preparing to wait for the second ball opportunity. He muttered, "Score it."
"No," Walker muttered in panic. He knew Maël's shooting ability in this position, and he also knew that Maël had developed his left foot after coming to the Premier League.
Goalkeeper Friedel lowered his center of gravity, preventing Maël from shooting while also preventing him from crossing.
"Bang!!"
Under the various expressions of the two sides, Maël lowered his head and used his left foot to unleash a Cannon Shot towards the far right corner of the goal.
He poured all his anger into his feet, and also poured all his expectations into his feet, launching a hypersonic missile-like football projectile!
He kept the ball very low. The lower the shot with this kind of small angle, the more difficult it is for the goalkeeper to handle, because they will have a reaction time to go to the ground.
"Whizz whizz whizz!" The football grazed the grass, making a comfortable sound. From any angle, this was a perfect blast.
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"Swish!" The football finally made contact with the side netting, causing the net to dent backward.
Didn't save it!
The ball was too fast!
Long Shot hits!! "WowWowOh!!" A deafening cheer came from the South Stand, and countless arms were waving wildly on it. It was amazing no matter how you looked at it up close or from a distance.
"Oh ah!"
In the season ticket area, the little girl jumped up and down excitedly, waving her small fists. She no longer suppressed her emotions, but released them all.
This time, although the people around her also cast glances, there were fewer strange looks in their eyes, and more curiosity and admiration.
This made the little girl more relaxed and more wantonly celebrate this goal. She completely immersed herself in the atmosphere at this moment.
Although it can't be said to be exactly the same as other fans, it is much better than before.
"Hehe...!"
Chloé felt pure joy, and the grudges in her heart were much less, and there was obvious confidence on her face.
She pulled up the jersey on her body again, straightened it a bit, and she knew what it meant to her.
"This goal is in!!
"Maël uses a World Wave from Long Shot to pull one back. His signature skill has reappeared!! From stopping the ball to turning around, then dribbling past the person, and then shooting! Everything is perfect! Maël's 9th Premier League goal is here! Can't stop him! "One to one! Arsenal equalized the score away from home! The new prince of the Emirates Stadium did not disappoint the fans in the crucial battle!"
As Zhan Jun's excited voice rang out, the broadcast camera quickly focused on Wenger, who had been striding towards the sideline but abruptly stopped in his tracks at that moment, a look of joy spreading across his face.
He didn't celebrate wildly, simply allowing all his emotions to show on his face. He turned and walked past the celebrating assistant coaches and substitute players, returning to his seat on the bench.
In the past few seasons, he had rarely shown such a demeanor, often spreading his hands and shouting in dissatisfaction, or frowning and pursing his lips in disappointment.
But this season, he had undergone a very noticeable change, with many more moments of celebration. In the photographer's lens, his image was vastly different from before.
"WTF!" Van Persie was standing right next to the goal, practically watching the whole process from a VIP seat. He wore an astonished expression, shaking his head as he ran towards Maël.
"Phew!" Arteta, who had provided the assist, let out a long breath, calmed his chest, and then ran towards Maël.
Equalized!
That meant they wouldn't have to worry about things getting worse for a while!
They would work together to push for the next goal, seeking the moment to take the lead! Not far from them, Kyle Walker turned around and spread his hands, his face filled with endless regret and helplessness.
Just because he wanted to step up and intercept the ball the moment Maël stopped it, just because of such a small misjudgment in his tackle, their goal had been breached!
His ability to seize opportunities was too strong! What had this old teammate experienced after leaving Sheffield United? How had he improved so quickly? Goalkeeper Friedel lay on the ground, and when he sat up, there was a hint of blame in his gaze towards Walker.
The other Tottenham defenders also looked at Walker, the meaning clear: he was responsible for this goal.
"Come on!!"
On the goal line, Maël roared as he ran past, feeling as if every breath he exhaled was a burst of fiery heat.
He was lucky to have created an opportunity with his new ability before the opponent had any defense against it, and he had successfully seized it!
*"Bang, bang!"* He patted his chest, running along the Tottenham stands, and even put a hand to his ear.
He looked at the chattering, cursing Tottenham fans, shaking his head repeatedly, the meaning clear: Louder, I can't hear you.
Keep going!
Keep cursing! He responded to the fans' jeers with a goal, and responded to Adebayor's provocation with the same celebration!
That time, Adebayor didn't score a goal, he just joined in the celebration; but this time, he scored a goal, and a spectacular one at that!
"Oh!" A more enthusiastic cheer erupted from the Arsenal fan section, the fans watching Maël's antics, feeling extremely satisfied.
The pitch needed moments of celebration like this, representing the emotions of many people, representing the release of the breath that many had been holding in! Paid them back!
Paid them all back! "Almost double digits in the Premier League, and not even 10 rounds have passed!"
Van Persie came to Maël's side at this moment, saying as they slapped hands, "You're amazing, how are you going to celebrate when you get there?"
"Treat the whole team to barbecue."
Maël turned around and hugged him, and he was soon surrounded by his teammates. "I'm going to get my 10th Premier League goal today! I want to top the Premier League scorer list!"
"You're already tied for first." Arteta, who seemed to be obsessed with data on a daily basis, explained like an encyclopedia, "Džeko didn't score this round, you two both have 9 goals."
"Then I'll take the top spot alone."
Maël celebrated with the others for a while, then turned to face the Tottenham fan section, once again making a gun shape with both hands, alternating them back and forth, closing one eye and making a 'click' sound, pretending to record the Tottenham fans in the stands.
His mockery was strong, and many Tottenham fans were already throwing the trash in their hands towards his location.
Luckily, he controlled the distance, so that those who were close couldn't hit him, and those throwing from high up could be easily dodged.
He flashed and dodged on the sidelines, smiling and showing off. If he wasn't afraid of being too abstract and not fitting the atmosphere, he would have really liked to dance.
People are sometimes quite neurotic.
Maël finally walked back to his own half with his teammates, and as he passed Adebayor, he saw that the other man was staring at him.
He winked at Adebayor, teasing the Tottenham forward who liked to taunt.
His expression was contemptuous, and his meaning to Adebayor was clear: this wasn't the last time, he would try to do it a second time.
Adebayor's face instantly turned green and then pale, he stood in the center circle, glaring fiercely at Maël, feeling extremely annoyed.
He had to work harder too, and strive for a goal.
When the time came, he would mock back again, to win back a round for himself!
For the rest of the first half, both sides seemed to realize the instability of their defense and began to actively slow down the pace.
Adapting to a faster pace is necessary, but slowing down the pace also requires adaptation. In short, after a somewhat dull period of possession changes, both sides concluded the first half of the match.
Throughout the first half, both teams played an open and expansive game, yet maintained caution, not allowing the opponent to create too many opportunities.
After identifying problems, they also corrected them in a timely manner, choosing a more secure approach to ensure the safety of their own goal first.
This is a mindset that is bound to exist in important matches. In the early stages of the game, they are unwilling to engage in a desperate fight with the opponent too early.
However, watching the increasingly fiery atmosphere inside the stadium, people know that the real decisive battle will unfold in the second half of the match.
That will be the crucial 45 minutes for both teams to win the derby and compete for honor in front of their arch-rivals!
ps: A bit stuck, the missing words will be made up in the next chapter, will rest after finishing writing.
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