"Boom!!"
Hazard swung his leg on the spot for a dipping shot towards the far corner, and the ball flew in an arc towards the net.
"Clang!" The sound of the ball hitting the goalpost rang out, unfortunately, the ball bounced back.
"I’ve got it!" This ti it was Matuidi who got the second ball, turned around facing the attacking direction, and it seed France was going for a counter-attack.
He took a couple of steps but found no chance to accelerate, looking around for a passing target.
"Boom!!"
Seeing Ma’el on the far end, he sent a long pass targeting that position.
Van Buyten from the Belgium center-back position rushed out, leaping high along the ball’s trajectory, trying to clear the ball in advance.
They don’t want Ma’el to get the ball!
"Mine!"
Imitating Matuidi’s gesture, he also shouted to boost his own montum, but when he jumped and realized he couldn’t reach the ball, he awkwardly reminded Alderweireld, "Yours!"
Alderweireld: "..."
What is his?
Relying solely on shouting for defense?
Ma’el firmly held his position against him, preventing him from advancing; unless he could fly, he couldn’t possibly get a touch.
"Snap!"
As Ma’el stopped the ball under his foot and turned around, the pressure that had just faded returned to the Belgium players.
In such monts, physical ability consus significantly.....it’s like a boxing match, the one always on the attack doesn’t tire much, while the one constantly defending quickly exhausts.
It looks strange, as the forr moves more while the latter stays motionless.
"Boom boom boom...!"
Ma’el calculated Alderweireld into his turn, pretending to go straight to the end line, but quickly shifted direction to break through the middle.
By now, Van Buyten had long landed and was chasing back, lunging at his feet, but Ma’el deftly brushed past with a swift cut of the ball.
Looking at the opponent’s defense line, it still seed there were no good opportunities.
"Boom!"
Ma’el pushed the ball toward the baseline position, continuing to challenge his club teammate Vermaelen.
Not to ntion, this on-and-off feeling is indeed great!
Vermaelen suspected whether he had offended Ma’el sohow, as he ca at him with a stern face.
"Bang!"
Ma’el sought confrontation to solve the problem this ti, facing his club teammate, he did not hold back, colliding hard into his shoulder.
After taking a heavy hit, Vermaelen staggered and stumbled a few more steps, trying to block by throwing his body out just before Ma’el passed the ball.
"Boom!"
But he failed, Ma’el’s ground cross rolled towards the near post in the small penalty area, where nez completed the move with a simple touch into the net.
It’s in!
Three to one!
"Oh.....!"
nez raised a finger to the sky, instinctively turning to run towards the corner flag area, but hesitated, smiled, and turned to run towards Ma’el who assisted his goal.
As one of the four ’little swans’, he is also recognized as a genius player; five years ago, his transfer fee broke ten million Euros, but sadly, his later developnt didn’t quite et expectations.
So say it’s due to his personality, others claim his lack of discipline and too much casualness.
nez doesn’t quite agree; he always believes he’s playing well and doesn’t feel he has personality issues.
"Brother!"
Standing beside Ma’el, he didn’t say much else, just expressed friendliness, then embraced Ma’el together.
One can say that this move will surely establish a solid foundation for their relationship.
"2 goals and 1 assist!"
On the sideline, Ma’el’s supporters once again cheer with joy, hugging each other in celebration.
Seeing their boss getting better amidst a group of superstars and achieving key stats is a great feeling from the live scene.
"This is the last national team training day of the year." Harry waved his hand and asked, "With such a performance, is the European Cup secured?"
"It should be." Jose nodded in response, "From various signs, he has a direct surge towards the team’s core!"
"Yes...!"
Safina raised her hand and laughed, "It’s just waiting to share in his glory, keep it up!"
At the side, Emilia from "Football Record" also had a vibrant look on her face, clapping excitedly; these team mbers essentially share a cooperative relationship with Ma’el.
But she is different, Ma’el is her boss...such a rich and charismatic footballer, who wouldn’t like him?
"An exclusive interview!"
She was still thinking about her exclusive interview, the private talk alone with Ma’el that she’s been looking forward to.
....
After that goal, the defense line of Belgium had already ntally collapsed, unable to stop anything.
"Hiss.....!"
Vermaelen soon lay on the ground, his earlier movent had caused so cramping sensations in his legs.
Van Buyten also seed tempted to lie down for a bit, clutching his leg, turning over on the ground, sweating profusely and panting heavily to rest.
The pressure is too high!
Their midfield and backfield players, although considered expensive and star players, their defensive ability is really just average...facing a forward with strong impact, they have no solutions.
Pitiful for these guys, finally getting together to play a national team match, only to be hard-pressed and imprisoned most of the ti.
"Boom!!"
Luckily, their forwards haven’t given up on the match; after the restart, Hazard also used a series of breakthroughs past opponents to reach the baseline position.
He responded with a cross back towards the middle, and Fellaini rushed from outside the box into the area, crashing into Koscielny while fiercely heading a goal.
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