"Ouch! Ouch!"
Inside White Hart Lane, Redknapp called Kyle Walker to his side, anxiously saying with disappointment, "You need to give him some space, don't think you can catch up just because you're fast."
"A defensive player inherently has a disadvantage against an attacking player. Look, aren't both of those goals related to you?"
Kyle Walker stood beside him, bewildered, forgetting to even nod. He just looked around, his eyes unfocused.
"Hey!" Redknapp shouted, slapping him hard, and he finally reacted, feeling the humid and oppressive atmosphere in the stadium. He nodded quickly.
"I asked you what his strengths were, but how did you miss so many?"
Redknapp's expression was very unpleasant. He felt like he had eaten shit. He had confidently assured the media before the game, but Walker had let Maël go twice.
"I don't know."
There was deep doubt in Kyle Walker's eyes, not just about Maël, but also about life itself.
He scratched his head, feeling his self-esteem take a hit. "Did he develop this during the season? I really didn't know his Ball Sense was this good, or that he could judge the landing point so accurately."
"When I was at Sheffield United, I didn't even think he was strong or particularly fast."
Redknapp: "..."
He waved his hand, signaling Walker to leave quickly, adding before he left, "Gibbs is under a lot of pressure this game. Since you can't defend Maël, find a chance to break through Gibbs."
"Okay."
Kyle Walker glanced at Gibbs, preparing to push forward and attack.
On the sidelines, Maël and Ramsey made the 'shut up' gesture towards the White Hart Lane fans, and after provoking the Tottenham fans, they imitated Adebayor by putting their hands to their ears.
"Ouch!"
Van Persie quickly ran over. Everyone thought that as the Arsenal captain, he was going to persuade everyone to go back, but instead, he laughed and said, "Just because I haven't been in good form these past few games, you're not including me?"
He quickly joined the celebration, and after responding to the fans, he went right up to Adebayor, putting his right hand to his ear as he walked past him.
"Whoosh~!" As Maël passed Adebayor, he whistled and made the 'frown and sneer' gesture that Adebayor had made in the first half.
That's what happens when you taunt before the game ends. There are too many examples of being countered in football; it happens every day.
Adebayor gritted his teeth, secretly vowing that if he didn't score a goal in this game, he would slap himself twice.
"Beep beep!" The referee's whistle sounded, and he pointed to the sideline, where two Tottenham players in jerseys were waiting to come on.
Number 9, Pavlyuchenko, replacing Defoe, and number 17, Dos Santos, replacing him... replacing him? Adebayor's brain was flooded with blood, and a deep sense of powerlessness appeared in his mind. He felt dizzy, like he was born at the wrong time.
"Slap! Slap!"
He slapped himself twice to shake off the dizziness and ran towards the sideline.
It wasn't that he accepted the substitution, but if he didn't leave, the Tottenham fans would start cursing him along with the Arsenal fans.
"Clap clap clap!" Enthusiastic applause rang out, but it was a bit one-sided and strongly sarcastic.
Adebayor glanced at the source of the sound and saw Maël's bright smile nearby, raising his right hand to applaud him.
"Bang!"
In the 84th minute, something unexpected happened.
After changing his strategy, Kyle Walker suddenly pushed forward, received a pass from Pavlyuchenko, dribbled past Gibbs, entered the Arsenal penalty area, and sent a Cross towards the far post.
"Bang!"
Pavlyuchenko, who had followed up, made a ghostly run, stretched his leg, and volleyed the ball into the net with the inside of his foot, bypassing Szczęsny.
"YeahAahh!!" White Hart Lane erupted, and the emotions that tens of thousands of Tottenham fans had suppressed for the entire game were finally released. They almost went crazy.
Two to two! This might be a Game-winning goal! "OhOhOh!" Their coach, Redknapp, punched the air three times towards the stands, and was then tackled by all the assistant coaches and substitutes.
His on-the-spot adjustments had worked, and he had seized Arsenal's weakness! If he could leave White Hart Lane with this score, he would still be respected by the fans.
Generally speaking, you definitely want to fight for a win in a home derby... but that's before the game starts.
If Arsenal were leading in the 80th minute, then both the Tottenham fans and he would adjust their goal to a draw.
As long as they drew, they would gain an extraordinary sense of joy, because they had ruined the expectations of everyone in their rival team, adding a little shit to their fructose! Those 3 points weren't the most important thing; making the Arsenal players feel disgusted before they left White Hart Lane was the key.
"Come on!!"
Pavlyuchenko slid on his knees across the White Hart Lane turf, waving and shouting wildly at the Tottenham fans, celebrating for a long time without leaving.
Kyle Walker and Bale were even more excited. They dove and slid on their knees, ending up prone on the ground near the sideline.
This was a common celebration for Bale, sliding face-down on the grass, always getting the front of his body covered in green grass and dirt.
Was it a badge of honor for the players? Maybe.
But Kyle Walker definitely had other ideas, because White Hart Lane had been watered too much today, and coupled with his large size, he couldn't stop after diving, crashing headfirst into the advertising boards.
"Clang!"
He gasped, touching his head as he got up, pretending to fix his buzz cut, forcing an awkward smile as he hugged everyone.
They then ran together towards their own half, imitating Arsenal players' celebrations twice along the way, making a 'shut up' gesture towards the Arsenal fan section.
"Oh!" This gave Tottenham fans a second chance to celebrate, and they cheered even louder.
Not far away, Maël clenched his fist, looking slightly uncomfortable. He subconsciously glanced at the sideline and saw Adebayor indeed rushing over, roaring at his position, getting in his face.
"Come on!"
"Boo!"
The opponent imitated his two celebrations, shaking his head and mocking him on the sideline, which seemed to be a common taunting exchange in a derby.
Maël took a deep breath to refocus on the game. There was still time, and they hadn't lost the chance to get 3 points.
Most importantly, he could feel that he still had Strength in his body, and he could still make two more runs.
Keep going!
There was nothing he could do about the opponent scoring. He could only say that their players performed well. Speaking of which, he also made the mistake of celebrating too early, which was human nature.
However, as long as he didn't provoke first, and could come back and be the winner at the end, then nothing else mattered.
"Beep!"
The game restarted, and Wenger was again recording something in his little notebook, but this time he was more careful, leaning back and writing secretly.
"Oops." But Philip still had a way. He pretended his shoelace was untied and bent down to tie it, then kicked over his water bottle and ran to pick it up next to the coaching bench.
In this way, he sneaked behind the coaching bench and went to the vent to check Wenger's notes.
When he stuck his head out of the vent, he saw Wenger's face only a foot away, staring at him coldly.
Philip: "..."
Was this the defensive awareness of a top coach, a Judgment of Situation? "Bang!"
Just ten seconds after the game restarted, Arsenal was forced to pass the ball back to Szczęsny under pressure.
Their three lines did not retreat, but instead stayed firmly in the front and middle of the field, ready to launch a counterattack.
"Pull back!"
"Come on! Focus on the middle!"
Tottenham wasn't in a hurry at this time. Seeing that the ball had been passed back to the goalkeeper, the three lines returned to the midfield to organize the defense.
In the following time, they would definitely want to play it safe, first stabilize the defense, and then look for a chance for a counterattack Game-winning goal.
"Bang!"
Szczęsny kicked a long ball, passing it to the more crowded area on the right side of the field, trying some simple attacks.
Maël wasn't idle. He took a few steps towards the center, wanting to look for a chance for a second ball.
At the last moment, staying on the wing all the time was meaningless. He could only worry without getting the ball.
Kyle Walker had just gotten an assist and was probably still indulging in the joy of attacking, standing on the wing waiting for a counterattack opportunity, or maybe he thought there were enough people in the middle and Maël couldn't create any threat.
"Pa!" The first ball was won by Tottenham defender Ledley King, who headed the ball onto Ramsey's body.
Ramsey's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly stopped the ball. The opponent's defensive midfielder Scott Parker quickly came over to press, fiercely trying to tackle the ball.
But the ball staggered a few times and was still at Ramsey's feet. Scott Parker missed his tackle and lost his defensive position, allowing Ramsey to 'passively' complete the escape.
"Bang!" Ramsey then passed the ball smoothly to Maël, who had just arrived.
Maël was closely marked by Modrić, but after mastering the one-touch pass, it wasn't much of a problem.
He turned to the right, pulling the ball to the right side of his body to break free while turning, then facing the direction of the attack.
Such a smooth turn, coupled with the fact that several Tottenham players had not yet woken up from the excitement of the goal, were crowded in the rear of the center circle, leaving a huge gap behind them.
In fact, from an outsider's point of view, their defensive numbers were dense, and no hidden dangers were exposed.
However, Maël captured the Tottenham players' slackness through his Judgment of Situation. The seemingly tight defense did not allocate defensive responsibilities well, and everyone's eyes were wandering, just standing in position.
"Bang," he took a step towards the Tottenham goal with the ball, further confirming this point. After observing that Kyle Walker was far away, he suddenly had a whim and chose to suddenly burst past everyone, "Bang!"
With a violent sound of touching the ball, Maël dribbled past Tottenham's entire defense, suddenly starting to accelerate from the gap between three or four people.
Super burst!
Dribbling past 4 people! Modrić didn't react, and Van der Vaart wanted to grab him, but hesitated.
By the time Tottenham's center-backs Ledley King and Kaboul realized the danger, he was already somewhat unstoppable!
"Deng deng deng!" He frantically kicked the ground, his long legs moving, and in an instant, he surpassed all the defensive players, forming a One-on-One.
"Yeah!" The roar changed to the Arsenal fan zone again, as the fans saw Maël suddenly rushing towards the Tottenham goal in their direction with an unstoppable momentum.
The Tottenham fans at the scene also stood up from their seats at this moment, opening their mouths wide and staring in disbelief at the scene before them.
Redknapp on the sidelines was stuck on the coach's bench, looking at his own defense with a shocked face, which was so fragile. The fist he clenched crackled.
Wenger sat up from the coach's bench and came to the sidelines again with anticipation. Would there be any more surprises?
"Oh!"
In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun couldn't help but exclaim, before returning to his professional demeanor: "A burst of speed! Tottenham's defense has been broken through! Maël is going to perform a solo run! "There are no complicated breakthrough moves, not even a change of direction. It's just a bold straight dribble, and it has achieved this effect!
"What is Tottenham's defense doing? Maël is now One-on-One with the goalkeeper!"
On the field, Maël quickly approached Tottenham's goalkeeper Friedel, who hesitated, unsure whether to attack or not.
"Bang!!"
He didn't hesitate. After passing 4 people in a row, his excitement reached its peak. A feeling told him that as long as he pushed hard, the ball would definitely go into the net.
He hit a shot towards the left, straight to Friedel's right side. The latter quickly went to the ground, trying to block the ball with his heel, but it was too late.
"Swish!"
The football smashed into the net, leaving Tottenham fans and Tottenham players in a daze. Only the Arsenal die-hard fans in the South Stand let out a more violent cry, "OhYeah!!"
Maël instantly fell into an unprecedented surge of excitement. He felt as if he was born for the green field, born for key battles.
All the muscles in his body tightened, and the muscle lines and veins in all positions bulged, but it didn't make him feel tired. Instead, he had a feeling of infinite power.
"Yeah!"
He roared and ran to the Arsenal fan zone on the sidelines, tearing off his clothes and celebrating by taking off his shirt.
The 10th Premier League goal! A Brace against Tottenham!
And this may be a Game-winning goal!
It was a very coincidental day. He completed the key achievement of the game in such a crucial match, and also completed the key achievement of his personal career, and in such a wonderful way.
He also jumped in the face to the end, without being turned over by Adebayor!
A wonderful day! "Wow!!"
He seemed to feel that it was not enough, jumped on the billboard, clenched his arms, and shook violently.
"Ah!" Some female fans in the stands immediately opened their mouths wide and blushed, but they didn't turn their heads away, but stared at Maël's figure.
Even many Tottenham female fans endured the pain, braved their husbands' vigilant eyes, and took great risks to peek.
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