"Ehl!"
Amidst the resounding vibrations within the National Stadium in Warsaw, commentators from various countries roared with flushed faces in their booths.
"I can hardly believe my eyes! Just when it seemed like the French Team would turn 3 points into 1, they turned around and killed the game!!"
In the Sky Sports commentary box, Henry jubilantly raised his hands, exclaiming, "79th minute! Maël scores his second goal of the European Cup, putting the team ahead two-nil! Drama! Pure drama! This is Football!!"
"I can't imagine why Maël can still maintain his league form while a host of super strikers are losing themselves in intense battles?!
"He has scored his 9th goal for the national team in just 4 games! Only 1 goal away from breaking 10! Scoring in consecutive matches seems like a routine for him, and even a Brace seems like a piece of cake!"
This time, he didn't forget to tease Lineker. Just now, this old friend was mocking him, laughing and saying that the England team would definitely equalize and then score a Game-winning goal.
Now look! The situation has changed dramatically! "Lineker."
Henry turned to look at his partner. Sky Sports put them together precisely to create some conflict, so he had no scruples.
After a few heavy breaths, he finally managed to squeeze out a laugh, "Say something! Go on, say something!"
"Bang bang bang!!"
The sound of hitting the table rang out, and Lineker went berserk. He always provided good showmanship. "Are you kidding me?! You must be! Why did Gerrard slip? Why does he always score like that? I can't accept that the England team can lose to France, can lose to Maël, but absolutely not in this way!"
He supported his head with both hands, frantically rubbing his fingers through his hair, truly frustrated.
Heaven and hell in an instant!
Henry smiled triumphantly. He turned to look at the field, seeing the England team players standing there in a daze. Gerrard was slumped on the ground, covering his face with his hands, unwilling to accept it all.
Compared to them, the French Team players' joy seemed even more fanatical. Everyone raised their hands and jumped in place, then rushed towards Maël from multiple directions.
Lloris and Koscielny were the furthest away, but they charged the fastest. They swung their arms, and when they reached Maël, they tackled him to the ground.
"That's Football, one side's joy highlighting the other's sorrow!"
Henry wanted to say something profound, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth from turning up. "Celebrate to your heart's content! Enjoy the victory in the European Cup arena! That's the dream of many since childhood!
"I believe this goal will inspire a sense of collective honor in everyone on the French Team because everyone participated! Everyone's contribution is indispensable!"
...
On the field, the frenzy at the corner flag continued. The entire French Team ran over, except for Mexès, who stayed in his own half, fearing the opponent would quickly restart from the center circle.
"Do you know how I feel?"
Koscielny got up from the ground, pulled up Maël, and hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad, so scared! If I hadn't kicked that clearance far enough, and you hadn't headed it to Nasri, this goal wouldn't have happened!"
Nasri laughed, patted him, and said, "According to you, I should be scared too. If my Cross had been off, everything would have been gone.
"Welbeck is the same. If he had shot it high, Maël wouldn't have had the chance to score on the rebound."
Seeing them gathered together talking about boring things, Maël shook his head and sighed with a smile, summarizing, "That's why we're all here celebrating together at this moment.
"Come on! The first victory should already be in hand. Now it's time to cheer for ourselves! We still have to take down Ukraine and Sweden! Strive to enter the quarter-finals as the top of the group!"
All the French Team players looked at him, waiting for his next move. At this moment, many people genuinely accepted this captain.
Maël signaled everyone to clench their right fists with him, then bent over and took small steps towards the stands.
The others quickly understood, imitating his movements, following Maël's rhythm in unison, and after a low roar, they waved their fists towards the sky, "OhhhhYeah!!"
This was a collective celebration to enhance cohesion, a ritual to eliminate all short-term rifts and possible infighting!
On the way back, Cabaye followed beside Maël, smiling and asking, "Is everyone doing this action together a rehearsal for the trophy presentation ceremony?"
"Haha...!" Maël laughed heartily a few times, nodding and saying, "Yes, I've already lifted the trophy twice this year, and I'm looking forward to the third time."
Cabaye raised an eyebrow and shrugged, saying nothing more. These words were quite inspiring, but the only bad thing was that they were also quite discouraging.
Maël didn't look at him anymore. When he ran past Gilbert, he expected to exchange a smile with his friend again, or see the helplessness on his friend's face.
But obviously, Gilbert was currently immersed in the overall depressing atmosphere of the England team, and had no time to care about him, staring blankly at one spot.
Seeing this, Maël didn't disturb him, turned to look at the coaching bench, raised his right arm and signaled to Deschamps... After a slight itch under his nose, his expression changed, and he quickly clenched his fist and pointed his index finger.
Deschamps didn't notice anything wrong, leaned back and smiled, then clenched his fists and shook his arms a few times to greet Maël.
Somehow, he remembered Jacquet and Lemerre, the French Team coaches from his playing days. Those were two legendary old men who led the French Team to a Grand Slam in three years.
Whenever he talked about them, Deschamps always felt they were fortunate. That French Team had Zidane, Henry, Trezeguet, Thuram, and a host of other outstanding players.
It seemed that as long as the coach's ability was above average, and they were good at managing the locker room, they could lead the team to success.
In comparison, he wasn't so lucky when he took over the team. Apart from Maël, it was hard to find another player as good as those few.
Deschamps originally thought that after he came on board, he would move forward step by step, first completing the renewal, stabilizing the team's performance in major competitions, and then, after the golden generation slowly emerged, truly sound the horn for the championship.
But now it seems that after the renewal is completed, they don't have to wait for the golden generation to slowly emerge. The team seems to be moving faster than he thought!
Maël's strength is beyond imagination. It's hard to say, he alone can pull up a golden generation, he alone can play at the level of the Henry + Trezeguet combination of two great strikers! Deschamps smiled happily, it seems that he is also fortunate.
At this time, after tasting this sweet taste in the European Cup, he truly understood Lemerre, understood Wenger.
"Vamos!"
He cheered himself up, feeling that this tournament was full of hope. He also looked again at a place in the VIP stands, raising his right arm to salute an old man there.
He hoped that he could take advantage of Maël's sudden emergence to achieve the same success!
While saluting, Deschamps suddenly saw the words "National Stadium in Poland" through his obliquely raised right arm, felt something was not quite right, and remembered his identity.
His face changed drastically, he suddenly understood Maël, quickly learned to clench his right fist and make a "one" gesture, and finally laughed innocently.
"Bip!"
After the restart, the time was already past the 81st minute, and the English Team players began to frequently kick the ball into the French Team's penalty area.
Maël and Nasri on the other side couldn't bother waiting in front for a counterattack at this time, and returned to the full-back positions to assist their teammates in defense.
In the last 10 minutes, pursuing another goal is definitely not as reasonable as preserving the victory.
This is a cup competition, once you miss the opportunity to get 3 points, there is no remedy!
If you miss the chance to qualify because of this snatched, almost-in-hand 3 points, it would be a regret for life!
"Boom boom...!"
In the 85th minute of the match, after the French Team cleared the ball out of the penalty area, the Football was obtained by Walcott, the English Team's right winger, who passed the ball to Gerrard.
Gerrard looked anxious, glanced at the penalty area, and pulled open his posture to Cross. He knew that if they couldn't get the score back in the end, he would become the sinner of the English Team.
The fans are merciless when they scold people, just look at Beckham back then.
"Bang!"
After kicking a foot, he immediately felt his right foot kick someone's leg. Turning his head to look, Maël had chased up from behind.
Looking closely, the Football was also blocked by the opponent, and with a strange spin, it turned to the sideline near the corner flag area.
"Tsk!" Gerrard chased after the Football with a bitter face. This person is really haunting, he's everywhere.
After running a few steps, he found that even if he started first, he was no match for Maël in terms of Speed, so he slowed down and lowered his center of gravity, preparing to tackle after Maël received the ball.
Their right winger Walcott quickly came to help him, and the two chased after Maël together.
"Pa."
In the corner flag area, Maël stopped the ball at his feet with one foot, not letting the ball go out of bounds, then stuck out his butt and used one hand to hold off Walcott, who came up first, and also used the ball to pull the ball so that Gerrard had nowhere to start.
The Great protecting the ball!
Here it comes again! Gerrard snatched twice to the left and twice to the right, and after finding that there was no way at all, an unknown fire rose from the bottom of his heart, making him unable to control his temper, and pushed hard.
"Bang!"
Maël fell to the ground, spreading his hands towards the referee, he had been waiting for this moment.
"Bip!" This time the referee was not blind, and gave Gerrard a yellow card after blowing the foul.
Gerrard looked desperate, spread his hands, and ran back with a dark face, as if he already knew what was about to happen.
"Pa pa pa!" Applause resounded throughout the National Stadium in Warsaw. This wave of ball protection lasted for 1 minute, and delaying the set piece would be another 2 minutes.
When the ball reaches the frontcourt, it will be unclear how long it will take to fight for a while.
"Maël! He has many jobs! He can really attack and defend! Just now, he not only resolved the crisis, but also consumed some time!" In the middle of the Premier League season, he often gave people the feeling that two people were active in the frontcourt area, with breakthroughs, passes, and a superb shot, able to create various threats at any time.
"By the end of the season, he gave the impression that he was like three people operating on the entire left flank! While maintaining these points, he also contributed to running coverage and defense!
"Who wouldn't love a player like that?! We're so lucky to have him! The summer transfer window is about to open, and Transfermarkt is about to update valuations. I'm really looking forward to seeing if he can jump to a new level this time!"
...
On the sidelines, Pearce paced back and forth like a cat on a hot tin roof, often raising his hands and saying something, but it was all to himself.
He knew that there wasn't much to praise in the team's performance today. He couldn't loudly praise the players, nor could he loudly complain to them.
Everyone misses penalties sometimes. He couldn't blame Gerrard; he could only lament the bad luck.
As for the two goals conceded, they didn't seem to have much to do with the team's defense. The first goal was purely Maël's individual ability, and the second... well, it was too depressing to think about.
Mediocre!
That was the England team today!
Despite having a host of stars and young talents like Gilbert fighting for the team, they just couldn't find an opportunity to break through the French Team's goal. There was no one like Maël who could stand up.
"Bang! Bang!"
Watching the two sides wrestling near the midfield, watching the time tick by, Pearce was already thinking about how to get through the upcoming press conference, which would definitely be like a trip to hell for him.
Before the game, after hearing Deschamps' 'wild words,' he countered by saying that he had also hidden something.
But what was his something?
Nothing! He couldn't just make something up in this situation and stage a comeback at the press conference, could he? Pearce's face was very ugly, but when he thought that Deschamps' French Team didn't seem to have anything besides the two goals today, as if they hadn't achieved the expected results, he saw some breakthroughs.
If a reporter asked him this question later, he would ask back, what did Deschamps hide? Where was it? The other side couldn't shamelessly say that he hid Maël's Long Shot, could he? Pearce's expression softened a bit, and he sat back on the bench to wait for the end of the game.
"Crack!"
In the first minute of stoppage time, Maël, after several waves of back-and-forth, rushed to his own penalty area line and slid to destroy Walcott's ground Cross, resolving a threat.
Corner kick!
Only then did he finally feel a little tired. He lay on the ground, panting heavily, and after resting for a few seconds, he propped himself up to prepare to defend the corner kick.
As soon as he got up, he saw that the referee didn't seem to be giving any more time. He glanced at his watch and put the whistle in his mouth, "Bip! Bip! Bip—!"
It's over! "Hoo!" Maël breathed a long sigh of relief and lay back on the ground, raising his arms in celebration.
They had won their first European Cup group match, taking all three points and gaining the initiative to enter the top eight! "Yeah!" The fans' cheers erupted again, and the French Team's players gathered around Maël, celebrating in the vicinity.
They all seemed to know where the backbone of this team was!
Many people went to help Maël up, and many people stopped those who were helping, indicating that Maël, who had consumed a lot of energy, should rest for a while.
Some people smiled and came forward to massage his legs and shoulders, and some people pretended to wipe his shoes with a towel, as if they were commending a hero, making Maël laugh non-stop.
This scene was very harmonious. The excitement of victory and the beautiful emotions between people were intertwined, jointly painting a happy summer picture.
"The final whistle blows! The French Team finally won the Anglo-French war by two to zero with Maël's Brace!!"
In the commentary booth, CCTV commentator Liu Jiayuan looked at the celebration scene of the French Team players in the camera and smiled, "They briefly sat on the top spot of Group D! And they have a very high probability of qualifying! It can be said that they have just defeated their strongest opponent in this group! I think you, who are still awake in front of the screen at this moment, will definitely smile knowingly at the scene in front of you! Lionel Maël, proved that Deschamps' choice was not wrong, he is the right candidate for the French Team captain! When a player can lead the team to victory and gain the trust of his teammates, then why can't he lead a team? This has nothing to do with age, only with strength! I believe that Maël, who has temporarily topped the scorer list of this European Cup with these two precious goals, has proved his strength to everyone!
"He doesn't have the kind of delicacy of other geniuses. In any arena, he has the hope of playing a dominant performance!"
Liu Jiayuan stared at Maël, his eyes full of hope. He couldn't describe how high his expectations for the player were. He only felt that watching the player celebrate, he could taste a bit of beauty.
"Keep fighting! Maybe one game is not enough to convince everyone, maybe two or three games won't work!
"But just like you did in the EFL Championship and Premier League, keep winning, and one day you will find that there is nothing around you that can stop you, and everyone will not question you, but only praise you!
"If someone slanders you to attract attention, then he will definitely be attacked by the people! Come on, Maël! Come on, French Team! This is a perfect debut, a brand new journey, starting from here!"
...
On the sidelines, Deschamps and Pearce shook hands with fake smiles, and after turning around and walking towards the player tunnel, their faces changed again at the speed of light. They went to the press conference room together.
After a bunch of nonsense, a reporter finally asked Pearce that question, "Uh... at the pre-match press conference, you said that the England team had hidden something.
"But based on today's performance, it's hard for us to find out what it is."
Pearce was originally prepared to say 'you reporters don't understand Football' to muddle through, but after thinking that it was too blunt, he chose the original plan.
"Why didn't Deschamps get this question? You should ask him first, what did the French Team hide, and then I will answer you."
Not far away, Deschamps, who was being interviewed in front of another billboard, turned his head.
Before he could withdraw his gaze, he leaned towards the microphone: "What we're hiding is obvious, just some simple attacking routines, like Maël's Long Shot."
Pearce: "..."
It was as if a surge of black blood rushed to his heart, causing him to sit in place for a long time in silence, then laugh out loud in extreme speechlessness. How could someone be so shameless? Really saying they were hiding the Long Shot?
"Is that something a coach should hide? No matter how good Maël's Long Shot is, it's just an occasional goal. Using it as a tactic?"
"It's not occasional. He had 23 goals from outside the box last season. What did the England team hide?"
"We, we thank you, the press conference ends here!"
"..."
At the same time, in the French Team's locker room, the players formed a circle and jumped around joyfully.
"EiEiEi!!"
A victory in the European Cup is definitely different from a league match.
Sixteen teams compete in the cup, from the group stage to the ultimate, highly valuable championship, there are only six matches.
This means that every win is a stage victory, a step further, and of course, it's worth celebrating wildly!
"Wait! It's my turn to perform!"
Sagna suddenly raised a hand, signaling everyone to stop. He stood on the table, picked up a mineral water bottle as a microphone.
The Football Record photographers quickly aimed their cameras at him. They all knew that Sagna was about to bring a new Maël's Song.
"Clang clang clang clang...!"
He first set the rhythm for himself, and after getting his dance moves going, he cheerfully opened his mouth: "Handsome young man, miraculous feet! Bullet-like deadly Long Shots and crazy headers...!
"He's firing! You have no choice but to admire him...!"
He mixed French and English, bringing a rather rhythmic melody, "Hey now! Full speed ahead! Strive for victory! Because no one shines like you! There's only one Lionel Maël!"
"Ohhhh!" A burst of exclamations and cheers rang out in the locker room, everyone's emotions were stirred up by Sagna.
Maël, on the other hand, felt a little embarrassed, his face reddening on the spot. Even though this was what he wanted, hearing Sagna's new song for him in front of so many people for the first time was still quite shameful.
"Hey now!" The entire French Team quickly joined in singing the song, and the locker room completely fell into a celebratory atmosphere.
Listening to it, Maël also felt the rhythm and started singing and dancing with everyone.
He remembered the first time he heard the 'Bugatti' song, it seemed like he had the same reaction, but he slowly got used to it.
That was a long time ago. He hoped that just like that song accompanied him to conquer the Premier League, this song could also accompany him to conquer the European Cup!
Deschamps walked in shortly after, smiling as he watched everyone sing. He waited for the voices to gradually quiet down before speaking: "Tomorrow is a day off! Return to the team at twelve noon the day after tomorrow!"
"Yes!" The French Team players jumped up and down again. They quickly entered the bathroom to shower and change clothes, then rushed out to meet their WAGs.
"French Team defeats England two to zero! Maël scores twice! Temporarily sits alone at the top of the European Cup scorer list!" - French L'Équipe
"..."
"Ukraine upsets Sweden two to one! Nuclear Warhead Shevchenko scores a Brace! Shares the top of the scorer list with Maël! Sweden and England's chances of qualifying become tense!" - Polish All Sports
"Yaaah...!"
At night, on the streets of Warsaw, Maël saw Isabella screaming and rushing towards him in the distance. After she ran over, she jumped onto his body in one swift movement.
"Today was great!"
Isabella must have been waiting for him for a long time, her little face full of joy at this moment. "I'll reward you well tonight. I bought new clothes."
Maël's eyes flickered, he cupped the other's legs with both hands, took a few steps forward and said, "Okay, let's walk around the street for a while and then we'll go back."
A sense of happiness surged into his heart. Although this wasn't the first time he had a beauty by his side after winning a game, the emotions wouldn't weaken.
After different times, different events, and different experiences, he would always be fascinated by the spiritual haven that Isabella brought him... It's like seeing the same person wearing different sexy lingerie.
Isabella quickly jumped down, not putting too much burden on Maël, knowing to combine work with rest, and to use it when it's time to use it.
The two held hands, sometimes kissing, sometimes chasing and playing, just strolling through the streets of Warsaw.
The city was still extremely beautiful, filled with classic European architecture, a quintessential ancient city.
Maël had no impression of this place in his previous life, only knowing the place name for the first time in a game called 'Mount & Blade'. This time, he naturally had to take a good stroll and light up a new footprint.
As a football player, and a football player aiming to be an international superstar, he knew that he would have to go to many places in the future and see many different sceneries.
After accompanying Isabella for a while shopping and buying some things, the two lay on a park bench and chatted for a while before going home.
Isabella opened the hotel door and turned off the lights, then came out of the bathroom with a smile, already wearing a black slit dress, making people unable to help but breathe rapidly, blood vessels throbbing.
"Tired after a day, right? Let me give you a full body massage."
"Okay."
"..."
"Okay, turn around, now it's my turn to massage you."
[lv2]
After waking up the next day, the two went crazy for a while, then snuggled in the quilt to watch the second round of the European Cup Group A matches.
The first match was Greece vs. Czech Republic, and the start of this match was unexpected, with the Czech Republic scoring 2 goals in less than 10 minutes.
However, until the end of the match, there were only these 2 goals, and neither side achieved anything in the remaining time.
In the second Group A match, the host Poland drew with the Russian team, each gaining 1 point.
Thus, this group left the final round full of suspense with a point difference of 3, 3, 2, 1!
In the evening, the two went out to check in at several famous local attractions, and left their laughter in many places, before returning home to rest contentedly.
A short break allowed Maël's mental state to become very good, making him feel fully charged, extremely energetic and vigorous.
Now, it was time to rest well, train well, and wait for the next game to come!
"Group B second round first match! Portugal narrowly defeated Denmark three to two! Ronaldo's ankle muscles seem to be a bit sore, which caused him to fail to get any good opportunities throughout the match!" - Portuguese Morning News Agency
"Netherlands one to two Germany! 2 consecutive defeats almost certainly mean they will miss the group stage, Van Persie may bid farewell to the European Cup early!" - German Sports News
"Italy drew 1-1 with Croatia! Only 2 points after two rounds! The situation is becoming increasingly confusing!" - All Sports
"Spain four to zero Ireland! Achieving the biggest goal difference in this tournament! Torres with a Brace, Fabregas, David Silva scored!" - AS
"The match between French Team VS Ukraine is about to start in Donetsk! If the French Team wins Ukraine, the French Team is almost certain to advance early!" - British 442
June 16th, in the increasingly intense atmosphere of the European Cup, Donetsk Donbass Arena, the match between Ukraine and the French Team kicked off at 3:30 in the afternoon.
"WowEiWowEi!!"
Under the immense momentum created by the host fans, the Ukrainian players appeared extremely excited from the start, constantly threatening the French Team's goal with back-and-forth attacks.
"This is Shevchenko! He's dribbling the ball facing the defense of Koscielny and Mexès! Mexès is having some trouble keeping up with him! "Surprisingly! He is already 36 years old this year, but he is still running like the wind! "It seems that he has put a lot of effort into this European Cup held on home soil, and is also looking forward to leading Ukraine to create good results! "A shot!! Lloris dangerously blocked the ball, this ball really scared the French fans into a cold sweat! "The most active players today are Maël and him, and the two also live up to their influence, and live up to the spiritual sustenance of the fans!"
"..."
"Ah, Deschamps is going to make a substitution in the 30th minute of the match, Malouda is being withdrawn, and Mene is coming on, let's see where he stands in a while!
"In this way, three of the French Team's four little swans have appeared on the field, serving the country! "But I have a question, where should Maël be counted? Or is he a school of his own, with his own title? This is hoped that the majority of fans can use their brains and find an appropriate description."
"..."
"In the past few minutes, Mene has been standing on the right wing, and Nasri's position has been withdrawn a lot.
"It seems that Deschamps hopes to let Nasri help the backcourt more to organize, they need to create more opportunities to pass the ball to Maël's feet!"
"..."
On the field, the heated match was already approaching the end of the first half, and neither side had yet broken the opponent's goal.
But the French Team was not without gains, the full-back and the central defender on the same side defending Maël, both received a yellow card, one of whom was also severely warned after receiving the card, and would be sent off if he fouled again.
"Boom!!"
In the 41st minute of the match, Maël saw that the advance was difficult, and pushed the ball horizontally in the 40-meter area, taking the lead to shoot at the far corner of the goal before the opponent's defensive players rushed over to block.
Take a shot to try! As before, the football smashed towards the far end of the goal with a speed of more than 200km/1h, catching the goalkeeper off guard, but unfortunately it went wide of the far post.
Maël put his hands together, regretting and grinning, it seems that the distance still has to be a little closer for the success rate to increase.
He wasn't lacking confidence in his lv5 Long Shot to unleash a 40-meter cannon, it's just that with distance, he would subconsciously put more effort into the shot, thereby reducing his aim and lowering his accuracy.
There'll be another chance!
He ran back to his position, waiting for a new opportunity.
"Bang!"
In the 44th minute of the match, he Cut Inside towards the penalty area from the edge of the box, and after reaching the penalty line, he attempted a Curved Shot towards the far corner of the goal.
The defending players inside the penalty area were very dense, so he could only choose to use a Curved Shot to steal an angle, to see if he could use the arc to break through this blockade.
"Pa!" But after the football passed the first line of defense, it was blocked out of the penalty area by Ukrainian center-back Khacheridi's head on the second line of defense, rolling to the other side.
Still nothing!
An iron defense!
Maël was a little depressed, turned his head to look at where the football landed, and saw Clichy rushing up to control the ball, dribbling to the baseline to prepare for a Cross.
He put aside his other emotions and threw himself back into the attack, preparing to rush into the penalty area to fight for a point.
After observing the situation in the penalty area, he found that all five French Team players had already pressed in, and at this time, it might not be very effective for him to go in, so it would be better to control the arc area.
Maël stopped and waited at the edge of the penalty area, and he immediately saw Clichy send in a Cross.
"Bang!"
As he had predicted, the ball was cleared out of the penalty area by the tall Ukrainian center-back, but unfortunately, it landed on the right side of the penalty area, failing to give him a chance to directly Volley the ball.
He didn't give up either, turning his head and rushing to the right side of the penalty area, preparing to take the ball when he saw Sagna rushing towards the football, ready to blast a shot.
Sagna was undoubtedly the one more suitable to take the ball and shoot directly, and he didn't stand on ceremony with Maël, afraid that the two would bump into each other and waste the opportunity, he shouted directly: "Let it go!"
He wouldn't shout if Maël would let it go, there was definitely no need to compete at this time.
"Bang!!"
"Sagna, a Volley! This is a powerful shot! Heading towards the far post... Ah! Ukrainian defensive midfielder Tymoshchuk blocked the ball, and the football flew out of the penalty area again! Is there another one? This time it's Nasri's Long Shot, he chooses a Driven Shot to the near corner!
"Another block! It's Tymoshchuk again! Their will is amazing, they don't intend to give the French Team any chance! The football flies to the right side of the penalty area, the landing position! It's still the French Team's, it's Maël, will he score!!"
"…"
Inside the Ukrainian penalty area, the football hit the back of Tymoshchuk's outside foot, and flew towards the outside right side of the penalty area with an extremely strange spin.
Maël was just here, watching his teammates bombard the goal a few times in a row, he had already couldn't restrain himself, took two steps forward, turned sideways and opened his body, and swung his right leg like a whip, striking the rolling football.
Generally speaking, it is difficult to shoot directly without Ball Control for this kind of erratic ball, either it is kicked high or it is a miskick.
"Bang!!"
However, Maël has superb Long Shot power and Volley skills, which is really not a problem for him... He controlled the ball very well, and chose to use the outside of his foot to scrape the shot to avoid the football bouncing towards the ground, lacking height.
The penalty area was full of people, and at this time, if he couldn't get the height, it would definitely be blocked by the opponent again.
Continuous blocks will boost the opponent's morale and make their defense more difficult to break through.
And continuous shots, if they can score, can also boost their morale!
Who will wane and who will wax, depends on his shot!
After kicking the ball, he looked up and saw the football sweeping a strong arc towards the upper far corner of the goal, all the way over several blocking players, and with a super-fast ball Speed.
This ball is in!
Volley hits!
His eyes lit up, but he didn't dare to confirm, standing in place watching the trajectory of the football, until it really touched the net, "Swish!"
Got it!
He still scored first!!
"AahhhhAha! Aha!" The French Team fans, who had been immersed for half a game, finally got the scene they wanted to see, and like the last game, Maël started with a World Wave.
One to zero!
They are leading again!
"Beautiful!! World Wave! Super World Wave!! Fairy Sword Descending Amidst Peach Blossom Shadows!!
"Oh! With both sides unable to break the deadlock, it's Maël who once again steps up, scoring a stunning volley that amazes everyone!
"His 3rd goal in the European Cup! Now, he's going to sit alone at the top of the scorer's list again!!
"Too wonderful!! This goal is truly speechless! Now! The French Team is one step away from the quarter-finals!!"
...
"Yeah!"
Maël's body quickly became hot, his lips trembled as he roared, his hands formed the shape of a heart, and he made the angel's descent celebration, which is Di María's signature celebration.
After arriving at the sideline, he spread his hands with a smile, did a front flip without any preamble, and after landing, he spread his arms again like a perfect performance finale, "Vamos!"
His 3rd goal in the European Cup, Fairy Sword slays Ukraine!
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