"That's in! The 87th minute! Maël's solo effort puts Arsenal ahead again!"
In the commentary box, Zhan Jun's hoarse roar trembled with excitement, "An unbelievable goal! At that moment, he seemed to be riding on wheels of fire, striding past Tottenham's entire defense!
"A brace, his 10th Premier League goal! Maël now tops the Premier League scoring charts!
"I think Tottenham will regret celebrating for over two minutes after equalizing, which meant they didn't have much time to chase after conceding again! This is the excitement of the Derby! No one knows how the situation on the field will change, how joy will come to whom, or how many times it will shift! Three-two! This could be a game-winning goal!"
Following him, Zhang Lu, also holding back his words, quickly added, "Let's look at the replay. Tottenham's defense was squeezed together at that moment.
"It was such a tiny mistake, existing for only a split second, and Maël seized it again, using a powerful dribble to overtake the entire defense.
"You simply can't leave a player like that unattended; someone has to mark him at all times. A little carelessness... and with various factors coming together, a goal is bound to happen."
On the sidelines, right in front of the Tottenham fans, the entire Arsenal coaching staff went wild, celebrating with wild gestures.
Philip opened his arms, ready to rush out of the dugout to celebrate with the others.
In front of him, Wenger finally lost his composure. He bent his knees slightly, leaned his entire body back, clenched his fists, and roared at the sky, "Yeah!"
Three-two! From trailing to equalizing to taking the lead, from leading to being equalized to a game-winning goal!
Who could remain calm? "Oh!"
Wenger couldn't escape Philip and the others' overt and covert attacks this time. He was quickly tackled to the ground by the excited Arsenal coaching staff, lying down in a somewhat disheveled state.
"Haha!"
Finally, whether from exhaustion or wanting to enjoy the moment in peace, he smiled and stretched out on the grass, creating a beautiful scene.
Whether from his height, his attire, or his status... this was bound to be an eye-catching moment, causing another sensation in the Arsenal fan section.
On the field, Van Persie and Walcott, who were closer to each other on the other side, exchanged glances.
"What can I say?!"
Van Persie beamed, rubbing his face in disbelief, then excitedly rushed towards the nearest fan section.
"This has to be a joke!" Walcott also struggled to express his emotions, jumping up and down in astonishment onto Van Persie's back.
A game-winning goal isn't necessarily celebrated only with the goal scorer. The accumulated emotions at that moment allow everyone to feel the exhilaration of scoring! The joy of an impending victory makes them forget themselves, especially when facing their arch-rivals! Some of them rush directly to the nearest fan section to share the joy with the nearby fans.
"Aahh!"
Van Persie, carrying Walcott, waved his arms wildly at the ecstatic Arsenal fans.
Of course, they didn't forget Maël. After the first wave of celebrations, they pointed their fingers in Maël's direction.
These two fingers then turned into thumbs, as they made no secret of their admiration and appreciation for Maël.
The core?
If this isn't the core, then no one can be!
After putting Walcott down, Van Persie called him to run towards Maël together, preparing to celebrate this wonderful goal.
Van Persie had previously thought that Maël, who had just joined the team, had a premonition of stealing his spotlight... When the other party truly became the team's core, with a higher ranking on the scoring charts and greater attention, would he feel uncomfortable? At the time, he couldn't give an accurate answer; he thought his heart was avoiding the question.
So, the final conclusion was 'it would definitely be a little uncomfortable'.
But now, feeling that Maël could constantly bring victories, points, and hope for winning the championship to the team, he analyzed his heart and found that he wasn't upset.
They could still coexist and launch an offensive for a common goal! What did age matter? As long as he could lead Arsenal to revival and win honors, even if he was only 16 years old, he would still deserve respect.
In the season ticket stands, still enveloped in the emotions of passionate celebration, die-hard fans wearing Arsenal jerseys hugged each other and danced various celebratory dances.
They would win in the end! "Maël!"
"So explosive!"
"A goal that's even better than 'that' one, I'm going to faint!"
"My voice is hoarse again. Watching football is really an exercise that can reduce smoking addiction... cough cough!"
In the front stands, Chloe clapped her hands forcefully, her face flushed, still not out of the emotions of the goal.
"Chloe!"
David's shout came from behind, and she turned her head to see him tugging at his jersey, hinting, "This goal is for you!"
"Ha... ha...!" Chloe couldn't manage a smooth laugh, but she still smiled broadly, clapping her hands a little faster.
She knew David was trying to make her happy, but so what? It made her very happy.
Not far from them, the old man in the wheelchair and the little boy sitting in his parents' arms also found each other, greeting each other.
"Was it a wonderful goal?"
The little boy couldn't see, and even though his parents had already described it to him, he still asked the old man in the wheelchair, wanting to hear about Maël's game-winning goal again.
"Yes, it was."
The old man in the wheelchair was very patient. He took the little boy from his parents and held him on his lap.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, it was a very quiet and harmonious scene, an old man and a young boy leaning on each other, experiencing the joy that football brought them.
"Maël is dribbling the ball, his steps are fast, his stride is long!"
The old man imitated the commentator's tone, closing his eyes and smiling as he relived the goal for the little boy, "Oh! He's going past, Kaboul can't catch him, no one can keep up with his pace."
The little boy's body trembled slightly. He could only rely on his imagination, but this allowed him to better immerse himself in the stadium.
No one knew what his inner world of football was like, but it must be wonderful, right? "Facing Friedel's attack, the goalkeeper who made Arsenal suffer in both halves, a push shot! The ball is in! Wonderful goal!!"
"Haha..." The old man hugged the little boy, leaning back and laughing, and the little boy soon laughed as well. The old and young leaned on each other, swaying.
"Wenger slipped on the ground, he seems to want to lie down himself, Van Persie is carrying Walcott on his back, Arteta is sliding on his knees even though he didn't score! Ramsey is kneeling on one knee, unable to believe his eyes, look, Maël is showing off his figure, he's making countless British girls blush!"
"Hehe..." The little boy laughed again, happily clapping his hands.
His parents also stood beside him, watching this scene with joy and emotion, then looked at Maël on the field, at the player who brought them joy and light.
Maël made many consecutive celebratory gestures, and the heat on the field made it difficult for him to suppress his emotions.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Anthony, the representative of abstract art, and his one-goal-three-celebrations.
"Haha..." He also showed some smile, but he understood that this kind of game-winning goal was truly worthy of multiple celebrations.
As he ran back with his teammates, he saw the fourth official on the sidelines already holding up the injury time board, so their celebration would take more than two minutes.
"Get out!"
"You little brat!"
"You're a piece of shit!"
Faint insults rang out from the stands again, and many Tottenham fans leaned forward in exasperation, trying to insult him with words.
Maël smiled, then extended his right index finger and placed it on his lips, making a shushing gesture.
He also suddenly stopped in place, put his hands together, and brought out the goodnight celebration he had used twice before.
Go to bed!
"Wow!" The Tottenham fan zone immediately erupted in another wave of noise, and many extreme fans even prepared to rush down to the field, but were stopped by security guards in the stands.
Maël just smiled at them, still going his own way as he ran towards his position.
It wasn't that he was mean, but if a person, after scoring a beautiful goal, was still cautious and unable to let go when responding to the insults they had received before, then their life would indeed be meaningless.
"Damn it!"
On the sidelines, Tottenham coach Redknapp was red-faced and emotionally broken. Seeing Maël's actions, he came to the fourth official and said, "What kind of action is that? He's provoking our fans, provoking me! Can you see that? He just took off his shirt and got a yellow card, tell the referee to give him another one and send him off!"
On the other side, Wenger had already gotten up from the ground. Seeing that someone was trying to get Maël a card, he walked up without saying a word, confronting Redknapp.
He was much taller than Redknapp. The two of them standing together was like when he had clashed with Mourinho back then.
And like that time, he solemnly extended his hands and pushed Redknapp's chest, even making his tie swing.
"Back off!"
"You're interfering too much!"
"This is my business!"
Redknapp also reached out and pushed, but considering the difference in height and weight between the two, he certainly had little chance of winning.
Finally, he retreated repeatedly, embarrassed but unable to back down. Fortunately, an assistant coach saw his predicament and came over to pull him away.
"Hey~!"
Pulled away and feeling a bit safer, Redknapp once again waved his right arm in dissatisfaction, "That's a yellow card celebration, no doubt!"
"Get lost!" Wenger scoffed, waving his hand and shaking his head, "Is that all you guys know how to do?"
Redknapp wanted to say that you did the same thing before, but he was quickly drawn to the injury time board raised by the fourth official: two minutes of added time in the second half.
He widened his eyes again, this time really wanting to charge at the fourth official's face. Why only two minutes?
"Let go!"
He tried to break free from the assistant coach's grip, but the latter didn't let go at all, afraid that Redknapp would suffer another loss and embarrassment.
"Hey!" Adebayor, the Tottenham center forward who had just been substituted, rushed over at this moment. Representing Redknapp, he expressed his dissatisfaction to the fourth official.
His face was full of anxiety. He knew that although Maël's celebration hadn't directly targeted him, the other party would definitely come over after the game ended.
At this time, two minutes of added time was equivalent to his death countdown.
How could he be satisfied?
"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"
The two minutes passed quickly, and the referee put the whistle in his mouth and blew three long blasts.
In the end, this highly anticipated Premier League Round 7 match came to an end.
Arsenal won this Derby battle, taking all three points at White Hart Lane! "Beautiful!!"
"Oh!"
"Arsenal! Arsenal! Arsenal!!"
"Maël! Maël!"
"Ramsey!"
The cheers of the fans rang out again at the scene, and all the Arsenal players ran around White Hart Lane celebrating.
Maël raised his hands high at this moment, and immediately looked towards the Tottenham bench on the sidelines.
There were no more variables now!
The opportunity had come!
Adebayor kept scanning him out of the corner of his eye, looking guilty, and was packing his things, preparing to slip away quickly.
How could he give up this opportunity? He ran all the way along the left flank, put his left hand to his left ear, and shouted as he ran, "Come on! Boo!"
He jumped to the end! He did it!
They won this Derby victory!
Adebayor stopped packing his things and glared at Maël's direction, but was quickly pulled away by Kyle Walker, who was coming off the field.
Kyle Walker didn't waste any time either. After walking onto the field, he stood behind Maël with a complicated expression.
He wanted to exchange jerseys with his old teammate, but thinking about the mutual taunts and fierce confrontation between the two teams during the game, and looking at Maël's current appearance, he didn't know if this behavior was appropriate.
"Exchange jerseys?"
To his surprise, Maël actually turned around and put on a serious smile, forgetting everything that had just happened.
Kyle Walker nodded in surprise, his fists clenched behind his body, still feeling awkward and complicated.
"Not today."
Maël shook his head with a smile, walked up and extended his right hand to Walker, explaining, "I've already decided who to give the jersey to. We'll exchange them when you come to Emirates Stadium in the second half of the season."
"Okay..." Kyle Walker gave Maël a high-five, then turned and walked towards the player tunnel. The field no longer belonged to them.
"Hey." Maël called out to him, revealing a bright expression, and waved his hand, "Sorry, I hope you play better and better. If possible, I hope we can fight side by side again."
Kyle Walker suddenly froze. He looked at Maël's back as he turned away again, remembering what he said, and the contrast between how he treated others and how he treated himself... For some reason, he was really tempted to be on the same team as such a genius.
He could play both left and right back. Thinking about it, it would be a great thing to stand behind Maël and fly down the left flank with him.
Or one person covers the defense, and the other covers the offense, which is also a good partnership.
Shaking his head, Kyle Walker temporarily put this matter aside, took one last look at Maël, and walked towards the sidelines.
Don't think too much about it for now, look at how my former teammates have developed, while I'm still wasting away.
I need to emulate Maël and strive for the top and for championships! "Clap clap clap!" Under the warm applause and gazes of the Arsenal fans, Maël clapped his hands and approached the fan stands. While acknowledging the crowd, he also searched for the four people from the charity event.
Today was the first match he gifted the four of them tickets to, and it was such an important victory, naturally worth commemorating.
He had already decided to give his jersey and shoes to the other two who didn't receive a gift from him, and then embrace all four of them, sharing the glory of today's victory with them.
He knew that this would be a significant encouragement for them.
As he always said, as the lucky one, if he had the opportunity, he could share his luck with those who were less fortunate.
Many things meant little to him, but to others, they were invaluable.
"Maël!"
"Here!"
As Maël approached the railing, he was immediately treated like a hero. Hundreds of Arsenal fans enthusiastically crowded forward, reaching out to touch him.
Maël smiled and waved to the fans, his eyes constantly scanning, searching for the four people.
He first saw Chloe, whose appearance was extremely eye-catching in the crowd; the second was David, who also had some outstanding features.
"Come on! Come here!"
He waved to the two of them, signaling them to come to his side.
This scene drew the attention of all the Arsenal fans to the two people's location. At first, they didn't know who Maël was calling.
Even Chloe and David weren't sure, just standing there hesitantly, pointing at themselves, waiting for confirmation.
They couldn't imagine that in this celebratory moment after the match, today's hero would come to the sidelines and call them over.
"It's you two."
Maël smiled and directly called out their names, "Chloe, David, come here."
The cheers from the stands subsided slightly. Many fans guessed who Maël was calling. When they saw Chloe and David walking down the stairs together, heading towards the railing, they all made way.
In the crowded passage, Chloe walked down as if on a red carpet. Her face flushed even more, she had never received such treatment in her life.
She smiled sweetly, and as she smiled, her eyes involuntarily welled up, and tears of excitement burst forth, causing her to lose her composure.
David wasn't much better. He was very afraid of other people's gazes and walked very awkwardly, but a special emotion encouraged him to offset all the negative feelings.
He finally raised his head, revealing a sunny smile, and jogged towards Maël.
"Clap clap clap!" Many applause sounded. The fans weren't stupid and could tell that these were two fans with some issues, who were lucky enough to receive Maël's comfort.
They encouraged Chloe and David to run towards Maël with a better attitude.
"Ooh-rah!"
Maël first hugged David, shouting excitedly and patting David's shoulder, "How was it? This match was great, right?"
David stood there excitedly, not knowing what to say, just nodding heavily.
Chloe also came down at this time, standing next to Maël, smiling and watching this hero with a lot of sweat on his head.
Maël then opened his arms to her and asked, "Are you celebrating today?"
"Mmm-hmm." Chloe walked over and hugged him, pointing to her jersey, indicating that this was her confidence.
She had a little smug look on her face, still a bit like a little girl at times.
"Haha..." Maël laughed twice, patted her back, and looked for the other two fans.
Chloe walked to the side, exchanged a glance with David, and they both saw the honor in each other's eyes.
She lowered her head, clasped her hands together, twisting her fingers, unable to describe how she felt at this moment.
The old man in the wheelchair and the little boy quickly came down, one being carried and the other being held, reaching out to Maël from afar.
Maël took off his jersey, asked a fan next to him for a pen, signed it, and gave it to the old man in the wheelchair, "A special gift, thank you for your support."
"Okay, okay, okay." The old man in the wheelchair took the gift, clutching it tightly in his hands, then kissed it, showing signs of tears welling up.
Despite his age, at this moment, he felt a sense of honor he had never experienced before in his life.
The team's young hero specifically remembered them, and after the game, he took the initiative to find them, hugging them and giving them a signed jersey!
This affection was sincere and passionate, rare and precious. Few fans could enjoy such fortunate treatment.
He would definitely frame this jersey properly and place it in the most conspicuous spot in his home! Or even attach it to the back of his wheelchair, so it could always be with him.
"Kid."
Maël then went to the little boy, took him from his parents, and asked, "Do you want my shoes or my jersey?"
"Shoes!"
The little boy didn't hesitate, constantly pointing in one direction, raising his hand and saying, "I want a pair of shoes, so I can try to feel what it's like to play football when I grow up."
His parents laughed and waved at Maël, indicating that he shouldn't mind.
Maël shook his head and smiled, "Alright, then I'll give you signed shoes, and I hope you can wear them soon."
He took off his Puma shoes, signed them, and handed them to the little boy, instructing, "Hold them tight, these are my sponsored brand's shoes."
"Okay!" The little boy took the shoes and held them in his arms. He couldn't see the color of the shoes, but he could feel their general shape.
Maël didn't stay there for too long. After handing the little boy back to his parents, he waved to the four of them, "If I have the chance, I'll invite you to watch a game in the box, bye!"
He also waved to the other Arsenal fans to thank them, "Thank you for your support, bye!"
With that, he turned and walked towards the player tunnel.
"Maël! Maël!"
The familiar melody rang out from the stands, growing louder and louder, until it turned into a chorus of thousands of people, "Clang clang clang clang! I have a friend, he drives a Bugatti on the sidelines, and dances Swan Lake on the defensive line!"
They sang more and more excitedly, until they were hugging each other's shoulders, jumping to the rhythm.
It was a magnificent scene, with all the fans singing Maël's Song, praising the young star's top performance today.
David on the railing didn't usually participate in such activities, but today, he overcame another psychological barrier and actively stretched out his arms, joining the ranks of these people, jumping enthusiastically.
The little boy's parents also hugged each other, holding the child between them, letting him float in the air.
The old man in the wheelchair watched them with some envy. He really couldn't join in such a celebration.
But then a few young Arsenal lads suddenly came over, not prepared to let him off the hook. After Maël's visit, the four of them had become the four main characters here.
"What's wrong with your legs?" one Arsenal fan asked, looking at him with 'ill intentions'.
"Cervical spine injury, no feeling," the old man in the wheelchair explained with a smile, not yet realizing the seriousness of the situation. "Otherwise, I'm fine. I can't even feel it if you pour boiling water on me."
"The Intouchables?" An Arsenal fan remembered a movie that was recently released, smiling. One of the French tycoons in it had the same problem, but it was more serious.
The old man in the wheelchair didn't know the movie, shaking his head to indicate that he didn't understand.
But even if he didn't know, the fans knew. Several strong young men lifted the wheelchair directly.
"Oh!" The old man in the wheelchair exclaimed, instinctively afraid of falling to the ground, but it was okay, someone quickly supported him, ensuring his safety.
"Clang clang clang clang.!" When the next wave of melody sounded, the young men lifted the wheelchair and swayed to the rhythm. Although it couldn't match the speed of other people's jumping, it gave the old man in the wheelchair a sense of participation.
"Hey! Ah!" The old man in the wheelchair initially shouted in surprise, but in the end, after slowly adapting, he also smiled, enjoying this long-lost feeling, "He's on the sidelines..."
He sang along, more and more excitedly, more and more immersed, his nose and eyes quickly turning red.
"Mmm ah..." Chloe stood aside, her face no longer showing worry or concealment, but instead smiling generously in this celebratory moment, humming and clapping her hands to the rhythm.
"Come here!"
"Come on!"
"Girl!"
Several fans quickly invited her, gesturing for her to join the wave of celebration.
Chloe stopped clapping, looking at them with curiosity and hesitation. This was the opportunity she had once wanted most but couldn't get.
"Come on!"
Soon, someone came up and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the celebration.
This was another novel experience. Chloe felt two arms wrap around her shoulders, and the person next to her smiled, raised an eyebrow, and nodded, inviting her to jump up and down.
"Thump, thump, thump," she jumped up and down madly without any more worries, sharing the joy of victory with everyone. "Ah!"
She pursed her lips, smiling happily, feeling that nothing could be better than this.
On the sidelines, Maël took many steps forward, unable to resist turning back for a glance, and saw the scene he had hoped for.
Chloe and David had blended into the celebrating crowd, no different from anyone else. They had all gotten what they wanted.
The old man in the wheelchair was lifted up by a few young men, going wild for a moment. The little boy kept waving his shoes, looking like he couldn't put them down.
"Keep it up."
Maël sighed, speaking to himself as well as to the four of them.
The feeling of fame is really good. In every aspect, for those fans who like you, sometimes all it takes is a little effort from you to change a lot for them, even throughout their lives.
This feeling is fascinating, making people want to achieve greater success, and also making them cherish their reputation even more.
His reputation now is not just his physical body, but also those fans who like him, those fans who place their hopes on him.
Maël turned around and continued walking forward. Undoubtedly, he was also encouraged today and had a new motivation.
He loves football.
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