"Swish!" The football hit the net, helping Belgium claw back one more, slightly clearing the gloom.
But in the 80th minute of the subsequent ga, Giroud received a cross from nez and scored a header, maintaining the two-goal lead.
"Substitution?"
On the sidelines, Deschamps’ assistant noticed Ma’el was gradually slowing down, "He’s been chasing the ball throughout the first half, his energy must be nearly exhausted."
"Get Malouda ward up."
Deschamps nodded in agreent, he certainly wouldn’t overuse Ma’el, it’s still important to protect the players.
From any perspective, Ma’el’s performance today was nothing short of perfect, his level always seed a step ahead of others, as if always quicker by a beat.
When playing, Deschamps’ position was a midfielder..... but his impact was strong, he liked to suddenly accelerate the team’s rhythm by his own strength!
It’s physical ability!
And football intelligence!
Deschamps liked such a player, he increasingly felt that his efforts to fight for the French National Team coach position in front of the dia, including so efforts behind the scenes, were the right move.
He now had a sharp sword, just waiting to be honed and fitted with a suitable and quality scabbard, ready to draw this sword in the Euro Cup!
"Beep!"
At this ti, the referee blew the whistle for a foul, Kompany tripped nez during a right-side defense.
nez stood up and positioned himself in front of the ball, ready to take the free-kick.
Ma’el quickly wandered over, seemingly a bit interested in the opportunity to take the kick..... but he didn’t directly contend for it, just hovered beside.
"Want to take it?"
nez took Ma’el’s assist, didn’t ignore his interest, and offered, "You’ve already got 2 goals, another one would give you a chance for a hat trick."
"Sure." Ma’el imdiately followed with a grin, not giving nez a chance to reconsider, smiling: "You’ll need to run up to deceive the goalkeeper..... I’ll pretend to shoot and then suddenly curve it to the far corner."
nez: "..."
Already planned, huh?
Agreed so readily?
No room for more words, he nodded with a dry smile.
"Beep!"
When the referee blew the whistle allowing the kick, Ma’el looked towards the defensive wall and the goalkeeper’s direction, the wall was quite tall, around 1.9 ters, easily surpassing 2.3 ters when jumping.
Adding to that, Courtois’ large stature and wide coverage, if kicked normally, the chances might not be great.
He pondered for a mont, a line appeared in his mind, focusing his gaze on the ball.
"Thump thump thump."
The sound of footsteps, nez stood in place, taking small steps watching the goal, looking ready to run forward to drive the ball.
In front of the goal, Courtois lowered his center of gravity, eyes fixed on the ball in front of nez, ready to save.
At this mont, he saw Ma’el sprint forward, running toward the ball.
He remained vigilant, without certainty on who would kick, best to treat both as potential threats.
"Bang!!"
The sound of ball contact indeed resonated, as the first to reach the ball, Ma’el suddenly shot, the players in the wall reacted quickly, leaping up.
"Squeak squeak squeak.....!" But in a surprising turn, the ball skimd the ground heading to the near corner, slipping through under the players’ feet in the wall!
Courtois initially guarded against Ma’el, but not seeing the ball coming, by the ti he noticed the ball under the wall, it was already close at hand.
"Swish!"
This reckless ground sliced free-kick finally connected with the near corner net.
Five to two!
3rd goal!
"Fack!"
Chelsea’s Courtois, accustod to speaking English, sat on the ground, feeling very frustrated.
"Yeah.....!"
The Clairefontaine trainees erupted in excited cheers once more, witnessing a powerful new addition to the French team!
Hat trick!
This will be France’s hope for future major tournants!
"Show ti....!"
A few mbers of the British support group brightened up, clapping, witnessing a pure showcase.
"Damn! Damn!" The young star Mbappe stood up, face flushed, repeatedly uttering several French curses, expressing the shock within his heart.
"Hat trick!"
Deschamps, just about to submit a substitution to the fourth official, saw this sudden goal and put down his action, marveling as he returned to the bench, "This is a real hat trick, magic! It’s like there’s magic in his feet!"
"Perfect!" One of his assistants nodded in agreent, both Deschamps’ debut and Ma’el’s debut concluded with this goal, placing a perfect mark.
"Oh.....!"
On the field, Ma’el ran towards the corner flag with his right hand raised, after delivering a combination of punches, he brought Batistuta’s machine-gun celebration to the French National Team.
Even if this ga didn’t have much audience, nor would videos or news erge.
But for him, it was extrely important..... completing a match in such a manner in an international Level A match, sothing he never dared to imagine before.
goals 1 assist!
It may be hard to find another player in French National Team history with such an excellent debut performance.
If his goal is to compete for the best in history, then his start is already a historic best start..... this will greatly encourage and motivate him!
Apart from the tight club schedule, he starts a new campaign and a new pursuit of honor in the best form!
"Lucky I gave it to you!"
nez quickly caught up, hugging him from behind, "Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a pity."
After so difficult players were off, the team atmosphere in the second half was much better, the majority of French players ca over to celebrate together.
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