"A beautiful stop and turn! Oh... Ma’el actually controlled the ball and completed a turn, smoothly bypassing Piszczek!"
In the live broadcast room, He Wei, accustod to big scenes, was stunned by this astonishing mont and narrated, "A century turn belonging to a genius! He’s now one-on-one with the goalkeeper!
"Will it be the first Champions League goal? The world is anticipating Ma’el’s performance in the Champions League, and today he might prove himself!
"Facing Weidenfeller, will he bypass the goalkeeper?"
On the pitch, Ma’el sprinted with the ball, knowing clearly that those behind him couldn’t catch up.
Now, his only opponent was the Dortmund goalkeeper in black, Weidenfeller!
"Thud, thud, thud..."
With his right foot constantly driving the ball forward, everything seed to freeze at this mont; only the opponent’s goal and the ball underfoot remained.
Even Weidenfeller, in his eyes at this mont, was just a moving obstacle.
As long as he got past this obstacle, he would score his first Champions League goal... and complete this important achievent at the famous Westfalen Stadium.
He didn’t think about bypassing the goalkeeper again; Weidenfeller must have precautions for his love of bypassing goalkeepers, perhaps with unexpected counterasures.
"Thud... thud!!" On the next touch, Ma’el intentionally took the ball more to the right, then curved it directly to the top right corner.
He chose to trust his technique!
Nothing steady like bypassing the goalkeeper, nothing steady like a gentle push, could match the reliability of a dipping shot aid at the dead corner of the goal!
The ball curved inward toward the net, sweeping with massive force, capturing the attention of everyone in the stadium.
"Swish!!" Weidenfeller, with a low center of gravity, didn’t expect it and didn’t have ti to make a save motion, only watching the ball go into the net with his mouth open.
He did intend to get down quickly to prevent being bypassed, not expecting Ma’el to choose to shoot early.
The ball went in!!
One to zero!
Before the end of the first half, Arsenal changed the score and took the lead!!
"Yeah.....!!" Below the frenzy of thousands of Arsenal traveling fans was the silence of over 70,000 Dortmund fans, forming a scene of joy and sorrow that was strangely shocking.
"Fack!"
"Miracle Ball!"
"This is the best goal of this round of the Champions League, it must be!!"
Arsenal players astonishingly marveled, quickly rushing towards Ma’el running to the edge of the field.
"Co on.....!!" The goalkeeper Szczeny didn’t expect that just after securing a regular spot this season, he could get an assist from the Champions League.
For him, this was naturally very rare!
In front of the coach’s bench, Wenger’s face showed surprise, with unusual blushes on his consistent complexion, wanting to exclaim several tis but finding himself speechless.
What kind of ball is this?
What the hell kind of ball is this?
The goalkeeper delivers a big kick, Ma’el magically stops and elegantly turns to get a one-on-one, and in front of the goal finishes Dortmund with a slightly violent dipping shot?
His assistant coaching staff rushed out, wanting to share the joy of the goal with him, and upon arriving by Wenger’s side, recalling everything that just occurred on the pitch, they also beca speechless.
"Ah..... Ma’el!"
In the box, Isabella fervently waved her right arm, jumping up in celebration.
For those who love football.....when such a spectacular goal happens before you, no one can maintain restraint and elegance, no matter what your status.
Moreover, Isabella was not a modest person to begin with; she is fiery, a beautiful woman like the sun.
"Oh my god....!" Gilbert looked up at the sky, convulsing all over, constantly blinking and opening and closing his mouth, empathizing with the opposing defense player.
This state didn’t last long; he quickly lay by the railing, frantically waving his right arm towards the pitch.
"You did it! You did it, Ma’el!!
"First Champions League goal..... You will lead this team to revival from here! Go for it..... I’ll be back next year to help you!!"
The scene went completely crazy; no Arsenal fan could remain restrained; the heat wave engulfed the densely packed Dortmund fan area, even though they were the larger group.
On the field, Ma’el, swinging his flowing hair, reached the edge of the pitch, his inner excitent beyond words.
Having familiarized himself with professional arenas and the Premier League, he rediscovered the mindset from when he scored his first career goal!
He felt nurous spotlights shining on him, with everyone’s eyes in the stadium focused here; he was unquestionably the center of attention!
On this brand-new stage, he also left his first mark!
This is the stage every football youngster in the world dreams of, and now, with a brilliant goal, he formally announced his arrival.
Look at the Champions League logo beneath the scoreboard... look at the Dortmund players in classic yellow, look at the head-hanging Lewandowski, and see the remorseful Götze.
Everything deepens his emotions, preventing him from staying calm.
"Oh....Yeah!" He jumped onto the advertising board, waving and shouting towards the silent Dortmund fans, venting his emotions.
Just like he thought before, the stands belong to the fans, but the field belongs to the players.
Now, the spotlights of the Westfalen Stadium..... could only shine on him!
He was then surrounded by rushing Arsenal players, Szczeny kneeling on one knee, imitating Van Persie’s shoe-shining celebration last ti, rewarding the hero who brought him an assist.
On the sidelines, in front of Dortmund’s coaching bench, Klopp stood rooted to the spot, buffering the shock from conceding a goal this way.
He then nodded slightly, for so reason planting a seed in his heart.
In the future, he must find a forward like this!
He didn’t lant too long; he turned to his frustrated disciples, encouraging them by clapping his hands.
"The ball is in! Arsenal takes the lead! One to zero!"
In the live broadcast room, He Wei tried hard to steady his trembling voice: "Ma’el’s first Champions League goal! It’s a goal that is flawless from any angle!
"A perfect strike! No one anticipated that he would finish with an almost explosive shot!
"If his turn was a flash of brilliance from a top attacker, then this explosive shot is undoubtedly an elevation of that brilliance!
"No one can doubt that he’s now a top winger who can change the course of the ga at any ti!"
On the football field, the celebration nearly concluded, Ma’el and his teammates ran back to their positions.
When he reached the center of the field, he rembered two friends who flew from the United Kingdom to Germany to cheer him on in his first Champions League match.
Looking towards the box, he quickly saw two excited faces peeking over the railing, constantly waving at him.
Ma’el thought for a long ti about how to thank them, and finally, he raised both hands, making a heart shape to send to them.
"Oh.....!" Another burst of exclamations erupted from the Arsenal stand, as people speculated who among them was dear to Ma’el.
"Beep!"
The match resud, as Ma’el charged back into Dortmund’s backfield, striving for new goals and assists.
Still, the two in the box could no longer stay calm.
Isabella sat back down, stirred with emotion, her face radiant, unable to suppress her smile.
After all, a star who just had absolute control over this grand stadium in that mont making such a special gesture to you naturally makes one feel deeply honored.
"What did he an?"
Isabella adjusted her hair behind her head, her gaze brightened, and a touch of red appeared on her cheeks, "Isn’t this a bit too special?"
Gilbert: "....."
"Actually, it might be a gesture towards both of us, don’t overthink it." He feared Isabella might misunderstand, helping to explain.
"I know." Isabella didn’t take it that way, her expression unchanged, "I ant the two of us, of course."
Gilbert nodded, savoring the thought, he also felt honored, couldn’t help but smile: "My relationship with him is naturally very special, we ca out of the youth academy together, stood firm in the football world.
"We’re brothers who spent every day together, lived together for a year... there’s no stronger bond than ours."
"What about ?" Isabella’s eyes moved beautifully, she thought for a mont and said: "Even if my relationship with him isn’t as close as yours, it’s not bad."
Seeing Gilbert wanting to retort, she confidently interrupted with a smile: "Besides, I’m very pretty, do you think Ma’el might see through rose-colored glasses during our interactions?"
Gilbert pursed his lips reluctantly, a feeling of ’competition’ uncontrollably began to rise.
He wanted to point at himself and say he wasn’t bad either, but thinking about it, it wasn’t quite appropriate, so he chose another way: "I can’t guarantee... because Ma’el is also quite handso."
"Yes, indeed."
Isabella acknowledged this openly, sincerely said: "He has many dazzling qualities, including his looks... everyone is this way, myself included."
Looking at Isabella, Gilbert increasingly felt as if she was prepared to pursue Ma’el?
Or perhaps she already was?
He couldn’t be sure, having grown up in a youth academy, always self-disciplined, not attending parties, having t few girls.
...
The first half ended, and both players returned to the dressing rooms for a break.
Ma’el humd a tune on his way back; after a half, with a goal in hand, he had overco the nerves of playing on this pitch.
There was definitely a sense of sacredness and honor, but he could now approach this field more calmly.
Reflecting outside of the match, the Champions League was indeed different from the league.
Not only in terms of attention and importance... but also in the distinct ways both teams played, encountering many types of players he had never t before.
The almost flawless fullback Piszczek... the highly creative Götze... Lewandowski, who at just 22 gives off a sense of stability.
Of course, also including the slightly nervous and not yet as ticulous and composed as when later managing Liverpool, Klopp.
Perhaps this is the essence of the Champions League, bringing together two teams from different leagues, even teams living in completely different worlds, to compete on the sa stage.
Here, you can test which football philosophy is truly suited to the current stage of the football world, which league’s best player is the best in the world!
"Continue to fight for goals."
His goal for the second half was clear, whether for himself or the team, he needed to continue striving.
He hoped to end his first Champions League match of his career with a victory!
Back in the dressing room, Wenger emphasized a tactical shift: "Whether the opponent starts the second half with high pressure or continues to play defensively and counterattack, we must unify our offensive and defensive strategies.
".... Try to attract more of their players past the halfway line, let them co in, free up space in their backfield, and then let the forwards strike.
"Rember, even if they play defensively and won’t co up, you must stay stable, draw back before pushing forward.
"The defensive line consisting of Humls, Subotic, and Gross is very solid, we won’t have many opportunities against them.
"If we let them organize their defensive formation, our chances of breaking through head-on are slim."
After saying this, Mr. Wenger also addressed so small defensive issues, overall being very ticulous.
Before leaving the dressing room, he turned back to ask: "Ma’el, is Gilbert back?"
Ma’el paused, bewilderedly nodded.
"Help pass along a ssage when you see him."
With a slight smile, Wenger thought for a mont, saying: "He perford well at Sheffield United, strengthen his hardness a bit, and he can return next season."
"Alright." Ma’el agreed with a smile, recalling Gilbert’s face, truly looking forward to the prospect of partnering with him again next season.
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