Taking a few steps back, realizing that it might be difficult to single-handedly defend against Mael with his ability, he rushed forward again, hoping to intercept when Mael stopped the ball.
"Pop!"
But the soccer ball landed steadily on Mael’s instep, rolling forward just the right distance for Mael’s next step, giving no chance for a steal.
Perfect ball control!
Vermaelen angled his body and began to retreat, seeing the long-suppressed anger on Mael’s face... their defense line seed to be the vessel for his outburst.
"Bang... bang... bang!"
The soccer ball moved rhythmically under Mael’s feet, each touch almost identical in distance, as if glued to his foot, advancing forward.
More deadly, he not only used a very fast touch frequency to prevent Vermaelen from a sudden steal, but the advancing speed hadn’t decreased!
This was his first ti showing this ability on the field after reaching dribbling Level 4.
Under high-speed dribbling, though his moves weren’t flashy, a solid foundation and stability were evident!
Every step was just right!
Mael fixed his gaze on Vermaelen’s shoulder, observing the opponent’s center of gravity and defensive intentions from there... his peripheral vision only glanced at the opponent’s goal, his eyes devoid of anything else.
Score!
Seize this chance!
"Bang...!"
Near the penalty area line, he suddenly increased the distance of his dribbling on the next touch, then burst out racing towards the ball.
Vermaelen had actually done quite well in this defense, slowing Mael’s advance and buying ti for teammates to pursue, following him closely near the penalty area.
But with Mael’s extraordinary explosiveness, just as he turned around, Mael had already brushed past him from the side.
Their speeds were fundantally not on the sa level; to keep up with Mael just now was already his limit, adding another gear and he had no way at all.
"Ai!"
Mael burst into the penalty area, quickly seeing Courtois rushing out, roaring and lunging at the ball under his foot.
At the critical mont, his foot touched the ball before Courtois could disrupt it, and with a ’pop’, changed direction, heading towards the left.
The goal instantaneously opened wide!
Shooting at an empty goal!
"Bang!"
He made a push-shot, not too powerful, and the ball slowly rolled into the net, nestling into the back of the goal.
One to zero!
Suddenly, an unprecedented sense of exhilaration surged in his heart. He raised his right hand, finally revealing a liberated smile, "Yeah...!"
His first goal for the national team!
A sixty-ter solo dash past two players!
Mael didn’t run towards the sidelines to celebrate; he stood in place, spreading his arms towards the sky, triumphantly shouting, "Co on! Co on!"
He was calling out to those few behind him, responding to how they treated him.
Who cares if they don’t pass the ball?
As long as he seizes the opportunity, he can blast the ball into the net on his own!
"Oh.....!" ca cheers from the stands beside the field, as over a hundred youth academy players jumped from their seats, shouting excitedly.
Mbappe, seeing this goal, widened his eyes, not expecting the new Arsenal star to blast the ball into the net with such a performance.
A bit cool... a hint of yearning appeared in his eyes. If he could score such a goal surrounded by stars, how happy would he be and what celebration would he do?
It naturally followed that he developed so affection for Mael, witnessing it live indeed felt different.
Safina and her group quickly stood up, clapping joyously, "Well done, Mael!"
"First goal!" Jose fist-pumped towards him, more excited than Mael himself, "A goal purely from individual ability! Brilliant counterattack, Mael!"
They then observed Deschamps’ expression, finding that this Basque man was also clapping quickly, with much of the pressure on his back reduced.
"So strong!"
On the coaching bench, an assistant coach ca to Deschamps’ side to celebrate together, joyfully saying, "This ability to seize the opportunity... it’s really strong!
"Scoring the team’s first goal with minimal touches is also your first goal of your coaching career."
"That’s right."
Deschamps proudly looked at Mael’s back on the field, wanted to say he had known all along, but instead said, "When you coach such a player, you can more clearly feel his contribution to the team.
"He did not disappoint my expectations... during halfti, it’s ti to clear so obstacles for him!"
Deschamps could confirm, he would rember this goal for a long ti, as it marked the opening Chapter of his tenure coaching the France team!
Fortunately, it was a good start, at least he didn’t open with a ’conceded goal’.
And the background when the goal was scored was very similar to his background coaching the France team, both faced with nurous issues and difficulties, a countermove struck in adversity!
Deschamps hoped he could also, like Mael, gradually gather power and launch a beautiful counterattack.
...
On the field, Vermaelen spread his arms helplessly, shaking his head towards his teammates, indicating there was really nothing he could do about this goal.
The Belgian accepted the goal quickly, retrieving the ball from the net and placing it back on the center circle.
It’s just that many in the team looked at Mael with visibly different expressions... this young player, who had recently been in the lilight, seed to have disappeared earlier in the first half.
They originally believed the player needed ti to adapt to the new system and wouldn’t be much of a threat.
But soon, Mael used a brilliant long solo dash to blast the ball into the net, suddenly erging as the most dazzling player on the field at that mont.
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