"Alright, let's turn our attention to Stamford Bridge, where the top-of-the-table clash between Arsenal and Chelsea is about to begin!" Before the match starts, let me introduce the highlights for you.
"Undoubtedly, aside from the top spot battle, the most anticipated aspect of this match is the contest between Maël and Chelsea's 'Avengers Alliance' trio."
"Even though Chelsea's three heavyweight new signings this season are reluctant to admit this title, from the fans' perspective, we still categorize Fabregas, Benzema, and Ribery into this group."
"Fans love these kinds of highlights, and the Premier League needs this kind of rivalry!"
"..."
"BEEP!!"
Two long whistles echoed inside Stamford Bridge, as Maël and Chelsea captain Terry led their respective players onto the field. The fans on the stands could be heard roaring their team anthems.
As they stepped onto the pitch, the wide-angle broadcast showed flags waving, creating an extremely fiery atmosphere.
Adding to the inherent tension of this match, it can be said that this is the most important and possibly the most exciting game of the season so far! Two teams that are a cut above the rest in this season's Premier League are about to collide! "Before this, including national team goals, Maël has scored a total of 21 goals and 9 assists, while Fabregas + Benzema + Ribery have a combined total of 19 goals and 13 assists."
"1V3, only a slight deficit of 2 in goal contributions, and even 2 more goals scored. This is an incredibly terrifying statistic."
"However, while praising Maël, we cannot deny the strength of the Avengers Alliance. They are the best attacking trio in the Premier League and even world football this season." "Of course, if we put it that way, Maël's brilliance becomes even more astonishing."
"..."
On the field, the players from both sides completed the pre-match formalities, standing in formation on either side of the referee team. Then, the Arsenal players walked towards the Chelsea players to shake hands.
Maël nodded and smiled at Terry and others, but when passing by Xiaofa, Benzema, and Ribery, he lowered his hand, pretending not to see them.
The latter three had expected this, as they had been treated the same way during the Community Shield Cup match before the season. However, inevitably, a few gloomy expressions appeared on their faces.
After the handshake, Maël and Terry went to the referee to toss a coin, while the others went to the sidelines for the pre-match team photo.
Maël ultimately won the ball possession for the first half. He and Terry exchanged their club flags, and then he hurriedly ran towards the photo location, standing on the edge of the back row.
"Click!" Hans took a few photos of them, then clapped his hands with a smile and said, "Go!! Guys!! Go Maël!!"
Maël waved at him, a smile on his face. He came to this match with confidence, with three lv5 skills.
He didn't think they would lose to Chelsea, or that the trio would outshine him.
Starting from this match today, he would declare to the world of football that a new era belonging to him had arrived! If one lv5 skill could make him surpass most players, even slightly ahead of Messi in his best year, then he believed that three lv5 skills would bring about a whole new level!
After this, his conquest would officially accelerate, and he would reach his ideal destination very quickly! "BEEP—!"
At 7:30 PM, the referee's whistle echoed throughout Stamford Bridge, officially starting this top-of-the-table clash.
Last season, in the early stages of the season, Arsenal faced a Manchester United team that still had some of its peak glory.
At that time, Manchester United was an insurmountable opponent for them, almost the same for Maël, but they gritted their teeth and forced a draw, leading to the ultimate undefeated season!
This season, Manchester United has passed its final peak, and Abramovich's Chelsea has spent hundreds of millions of pounds, wanting to take Manchester United's place! But at this time, they, at this time, he, had already become different. Even if the Chelsea in front of them might be stronger than last season's Manchester United, they were no longer an insurmountable opponent in their eyes, but a stepping stone on the road to great success!
"Dear viewers! You are now watching the top-of-the-table battle in the 9th round of the Premier League!! Arsenal, who are already on a 46-game unbeaten streak across seasons, are facing what may be their biggest opponent this season, Chelsea! "Let's take a look at the starting lineups for both sides, starting with Arsenal..."
The evening breeze blew the corners of the Stamford Bridge fans' clothes, fluttering the hair of the sprinting players, and bringing a hint of coolness.
People then realized that the hot summer had passed, and in the blink of an eye, the new season was almost halfway over. Autumn had arrived, and the winter of wearing gloves to play football and wearing cotton clothes to watch the game would soon come.
But it's okay, the worry of the approaching winter will not stop their enthusiasm for watching football. The hot Premier League is the best antidote to winter!
"Mikel! Support!!"
On the sidelines, Chelsea's coach Benitez, dressed in a fine suit, stood proudly in the command area, waving his hands to direct the team's overall movement, "Mikel! Observation! Defense! Fall back quickly!"
Having played against Arsenal before, he knew the team's ability to seize opportunities, so he especially valued defense.
Of course, Abramovich dismissed the attacking coach Boas and chose him to take over, wanting to solve the team's defensive problems and create another iron-blooded Blues team. This was his main responsibility.
More than 10 games into the new season, Benitez believed that he had created a relatively stable tactical system.
Chelsea played very cohesively, and their defense was also excellent! This was partly due to the individual abilities of the midfielders and defenders, and partly because they had a very creative attacking midfield.
The center forward combination of Torres + Benzema, and the two wings of Ribery + Fabregas, were very reassuring.
Benitez spent very little energy emphasizing attack, and very little energy integrating the frontcourt players. They were able to have a good chemical reaction. He could use the extra time and energy to train the defense completely, and it was only natural to achieve good results.
"Boom!!"
"Clang...!"
In the 4th minute of the game, Chelsea created an opportunity through a corner kick. Fabregas's shot hit the outside of the post and bounced out of the baseline.
"Ahhh!!" In a burst of regret, Xiaofa held his head. He was only a little bit away from helping the team take the lead at home.
However, he didn't pay too much attention to that past shot. He raised his hands and applauded his teammates, hoping that the goalpost could boost the confidence of the Chelsea players.
In the process, he also glanced at Maël as if inadvertently, and then withdrew his gaze after seeing that the other party had no expression.
"Pa pa pa!!" Applause rang out immediately. Many Chelsea fans sat up straight. They saw the resilience and spirit of the team in the players' every move, and felt more and more that the game was promising.
Benitez leaned back to express his regret, and then clapped his hands as he recovered.
On the other side, Mr. Wenger didn't have much reaction. He seemed preoccupied from the beginning of the game, and hadn't recovered yet.
"Boom boom boom!"
As the game continued, too many factors made the atmosphere on the field extremely tense and full of gunpowder. Even those who watched the game live or through the broadcast platform felt the tension of the game from various places.
"Pa!" In the 13th minute of the first half, Maël suddenly accelerated to chase back after the side defender Ivanović took the ball and started, catching the opponent off guard and eventually intercepting the football.
He hooked the ball back into his control with his right foot, then dribbled the ball to accelerate, while raising his eyes to observe the running positions of his teammates in the distance.
Today, the team was playing a 4-4-2 formation, with Van Persie and Giroud partnering up front, so he still had a lot of passing options. Not to mention, he now had Truth-Level footwork when passing the ball.
"Maël seems to want to pass the ball! The opportunity in the middle is not very good. Giroud doesn't seem to think the ball will reach him, and he hasn't moved.
"But Van Persie has started!
"He ran to the offside line and then retreated. The opportunity is still not good. The difference between Maël and his position exceeds 50°. It won't be a good opportunity to force a direct through ball or a long pass behind him. The angle of the curved shot is a bit too large.
"Still running!! Maël has kicked the ball! A curved shot, aimed at the back of David Louis!! Forcing it!"
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"Boom!!"
On the field, the football flew out from under Maël's feet, rotating, crossing David Louis and Chelsea's entire defense line, and then decelerating and starting to spin.
When the ball hovered over Van Persie's head as he ran, everyone at the scene looked a little dumbfounded.
"How did that curve back?!"
The commentator also let out a soul-stirring cry, unable to imagine how a cross from a position beyond the commonly cited 45° angle could still find its way to the top of his own center forward's head.
And so perfectly, so accurately, so comfortably! "*Bang!!*"
At the edge of the Chelsea penalty area, Van Persie once again performed his signature move, a diving header.
He threw his body out, using his forehead to flick the ball towards the far corner of the net.
"Swish!!" Chelsea goalkeeper Čech stood in place, simply turning his head to look to his left, watching the football fly into the net.
Goal! One-nil!
Arsenal takes the lead! "AaahhohFuck!"
"Yeahhh!!"
The Chelsea fans' complaints and helpless sighs mingled with the Arsenal fans' cheers. The sudden goal surprised both sets of fans, but one side with joy and the other with shock.
Van Persie crashed to the ground the moment the football entered the net, then his eyes lit up, and he rolled up from the ground and ran to the sideline.
He smiled and raised his right hand, pointing to Maël, "Great ball! Beautiful! Beautiful!! Maël, I love you!!"
Maël was about to run towards Van Persie when he was tackled to the ground by a group of Arsenal players rushing over. After a long period of rubbing, he ran towards the celebration area near the corner flag.
This goal is absolutely crucial. Taking the lead in the top-of-the-table clash will send the entire team's morale soaring! And this is also the debut of his lv5 Precise Guidance, the first data!!
On the sidelines, Wenger raised his hands and clapped, smiled, showing joy, but not excitement.
"How did that curve back?!" The live commentator repeated what he had just shouted, only with a heavier tone. He also seemed extremely surprised, "The arc and accuracy of this ball are a bit outrageous! The quality is too high!
"Maël! Sends out his 10th assist of the season! Also his 5th Premier League assist.
"Beautiful pass! Van Persie's diving shot was also beautiful!
"The two had a similar connection last season, but the difficulty and spectacle were definitely not as beautiful as this ball!
"One-nil! Arsenal takes the lead away from home, now the pressure is on Chelsea!"
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On the sidelines, Benitez helplessly waved his hand, but then realized that this ball had little to do with the team's defense. For a moment, he couldn't decide whether to put it down or leave it hanging in the air, which was quite awkward.
The other Chelsea players were also stunned for a moment, but they were not without experience of conceding first, and they quickly returned to their positions.
After a burst of wild celebration from the Arsenal players, the players from both sides stood still, and the referee blew the whistle to restart the game, "Beep!!"
"Bang!"
After Torres kicked off from the center circle, it can be noticed that the pace on the field suddenly became much faster, partly because Chelsea players wanted to take the initiative to speed up and equalize as soon as possible, and partly because Arsenal players were energized.
From this moment on, the game became more exciting, with both sides playing an open and expansive game. Every attack seemed to contain opportunities, and every counterattack saw both sides sprinting at full speed, like a 100-meter race.
"Deng deng deng!"
"Bang!!"
The football developed from one end to the other in no more than 15 seconds. Just watching it was like being there, experiencing the intense confrontation on the field, hearing the rapid breathing and the sound of cleats on the ground, and feeling the splashing sweat.
"Van Persie! A back pass!! Maël is going for his signature long shot!! A heavy cannon. Terry's flying block! A crucial block, that shot could have been a threat! Terry is still on the ground, and Fabregas is trying to launch a quick counter-attack!"
"Arsenal's players are a bit unfocused, they thought the referee would stop the game to check on Terry, but the referee didn't stop it! Fabregas! Passes the ball to Ribery on the left, Ribery faces Sagna! Beautiful dribble! Sagna is shaken off balance. Defenders are still too fragile when retreating quickly!"
"A cross! Torres goes past the goalkeeper, this ball goes in... oh! Torres pushes the ball wide facing a half-empty goal!"
"He himself can't believe it! Ribery and Fabregas are slumped on the ground, Lloris is screaming at the ball boy, he wants to get the ball quickly!!"
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"Arsenal quickly takes the goal kick! Now it's their counter-attack! Isn't the referee going to stop the game yet?"
"Ah, Terry has already gotten up on his own, truly worthy of the name of a tough captain, so strong! We all know how powerful Maël's heavy cannon is, being hit by it definitely doesn't feel good!"
"Kyle Walker's advance! Very fast! His speed should be not much slower than Bale and Maël!"
"A direct pass to Maël! Chelsea has a lot of players in the middle, they don't want to give Maël a chance to shoot his heavy cannon!"
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On the left wing, Maël looked at the dense crowd near the penalty area, his eyes didn't show any fluctuation, and he still firmly dribbled inside.
Ivanović quickly came to defend him, but the others didn't move, blocking the position in front of the penalty area, seemingly preparing to defend the front.
Perhaps from his past characteristics, doing so is right. Compared to his heavy cannon shots, his chances of hitting a curved shot or using the outside of his foot to shoot are not that high, and he is relatively weak outside 30 meters.
It's not that it's not a threat, but when it's impossible to completely limit him, limiting his long shot is more important for the defending side.
But now, the situation has obviously changed, he has 3 Truth-Levels in his feet, any shot is a threat! "*Bang!!*"
In the area about 32 meters from the goal, Maël slightly dribbled the ball out at an angle, and then connected with an elegant and free curved shot, the football flew towards the goal almost touching Ivanović's blocking toes.
At first, everyone didn't pay much attention. Judging from Maël's run-up and the movement of his ankle when shooting, the power of this shot should be insufficient.
Facing a top 3 Premier League goalkeeper, the probability of such a ball going in should not be high.
But when their eyes caught the football, they found that the football was already very close to the goal, and Čech rose into the air in a panic.
The ball is very fast! The arc is amazing!
Just like a scimitar slashing towards the goal with the handle inward, the football drew a beautiful arc, passed through Čech's hands and rolled into the goal.
"Swish!!"
"Yeahhhh!!"
"Ooooh! Maël!!!"
The bursts of sound all around could not wash away the dazzling figure in the center of people's vision at this moment. He seemed to have his own light, rushing along the Stamford Bridge baseline and running towards the court with a smile.
"Everything seems so easy and freehand for him!! Two to zero!! Arsenal has a great chance of winning!! I think Kyle Walker, who just passed the ball to him a few seconds ago, didn't expect that direct pass to result in an assist, and that he would see such a wonderful goal!"
"Speed, arc, angle, suddenness, this ball has it all!"
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The home fans at Stamford Bridge were silent at this moment, and Benitez was frightened by this silence, or felt some pressure, so he had to return to the bench to hide.
Near the center circle, Fabregas and Ribery looked at each other, and then they both turned their eyes to Benzema's position.
After the three confirmed something, they lowered their heads slightly, as if they were too ashamed to face anyone. Indeed, after this goal, Maël's total goal contributions in all competitions this season were the same as theirs, how could they save face?
"Let's go again! Again!" Fabregas lowered his head for a moment, then suddenly rose up, as if feeling he couldn't give up like this. "Let's fight for it!"
Surpassing Maël's stats alone was already a delusion, but the three of them combined couldn't let that guy surpass them! If the three of them really didn't have as many goal contributions as one person by the end of the season, they would definitely be permanently nailed to the pillar of shame, and this topic would definitely be 'enthusiastically discussed' by fans for a long time.
Seeing Benzema and Ribery still with their heads down, Fabregas was both anxious and angry, spreading his hands and shouting, "What are you doing! Look up and start again!"
This roar ignited the powder kegs of the other two like an open flame. Benzema had a slightly better temper, shaking his hand and walking away with a cold snort. Ribery didn't indulge him and went directly to Fabregas's side to confront him.
However, the fans at the scene and those watching the broadcast were clearly not interested in their quarrel. The broadcast then focused on Maël, who was celebrating with his teammates.
"Ohhh!"
Near the corner flag, Maël's shout as he slid on his knees was transmitted to the director's screen by the nearest sound equipment. After he got up, he waved his right arm excitedly towards the Chelsea stand, causing the entire stand to rise and wave at him while cursing.
But perhaps his emotions were too high, filling the surrounding area with joy.
At this moment, those Chelsea fans who excitedly got up and shook their arms didn't seem to be cursing him, but rather like fans getting up to wave flags and cheer for him.
"47 games undefeated!" Kyle Walker ran fast and was the first to arrive. "A healthy and energetic Maël is indeed unstoppable! Haha!"
"The victory hasn't been locked in yet, don't open the champagne at halftime." Maël slapped him, then smiled and said, "But I am indeed confident in continuing to score goals, let's cheer together, you guys do a good job in defense."
"Overturn Chelsea, and breaking Henry's players' record will be within reach!"
"Oh ho...!" Van Persie then jumped over and hugged the two of them, the force of the landing almost pulling them down together.
"&￥@#!" The curses from the stands continued, but at this time it didn't affect their mood, they just treated it as a celebratory sound.
After the celebration, Maël led everyone towards their own half with a refreshed spirit, subconsciously looking in Mr. Wenger's direction during the process.
Like the last goal, this time Wenger still smiled and clapped his hands. He looked happy, but there was obviously something bothering him.
Maël's heart stirred, combined with what Wenger said in the pre-match press conference, could there really be something big going on?
Asking Wenger what he was worried about, it must be related to the club, and that would also be related to him.
"Beep!!" After the restart, the rhythm remained undiminished, and Chelsea's counterattack became even more fierce, but the details of the cooperation were a little worse than just now.
This was normal, Fabregas's alienation from Benzema and Ribery would inevitably affect the situation on the field... The three of them were passing the ball as little as possible, and with this kind of play, the offensive rotation in the frontcourt would definitely be unsmooth.
If the offensive rotation was unsmooth, other places would inevitably be affected. Gradually, Chelsea lost their 42% or so ball control rate, and only had about 35%.
Other players were very anxious to grab the ball, wanting to control the ball, but they were going against the overall system, the more anxious they were, the more trouble they caused, and the more uncomfortable they became.
Benitez's face completely fell. What was even more uncomfortable than losing 2 goals was slowly not seeing the hope of winning, and slowly seeing the team getting out of control.
If they continued to play like this, it might be a big defeat. Arsenal's ability to press home the attack was not unseen, plus Maël, who had gotten plenty of rest, was playing very calmly and confidently, which was a big hidden danger.
Substitution!
"Oscar!"
Benitez called up the new signing Oscar. He had just seen that the initiator of the alienation of the three in the attacking line should be Fabregas, so he was preparing to replace him.
It was just right to switch to playing with three forwards, letting Oscar come to the attacking midfielder position to strengthen control, first stabilize the situation and then seek offense.
Oscar stood up from the bench, ran quickly to Benitez's side, and looked serious, ready to listen to the arrangement.
"Bang!"
Just then, Cazorla kicked a wide-ranging pass from the backfield, using a diagonal transfer to find Bale on the right flank.
Benitez's attention was drawn, and he looked anxiously and flustered towards Bale.
"Deng deng deng!"
"Bang!"
A suffocating burst of speed appeared again. Bale didn't let the football touch the ground, taking a step past Chelsea's left midfielder Ashley Cole. This former Arsenal full-back was old and couldn't handle this kind of explosive advance.
Benitez could only hope that the football would naturally go out of bounds, but he was overthinking it. How could Bale not control his strength? This was his specialty.
"Bang!!" The football then flew from Arsenal's right side of the attacking third, arcing towards the back post of the penalty area.
Benitez saw Bale confidently raise his head, and then raise his hands after noticing something.
In fact, he could have directly looked at the situation in the center, but based on Bale's two reactions, and having anticipated the situation in the center, his eyes suddenly lost focus, or rather, he couldn't bear to look anymore.
"Bang!"
From the corner of his eye, he could roughly see an unusually strong Arsenal player leaping up, overpowering David Louis and violently smashing the ball into the far corner of the goal.
"Swish!" The football touched the net without suspense, and the Chelsea fans behind the net fell silent again. Only the Arsenal fans in the distance stood up and cheered, "WowAaaahhhh!!"
Benitez stared blankly at the goal area, where he saw a dazzling number 7 player, an extremely dashing super striker.
However, the opponent carried a daunting aura, as if he carried a heavy hammer with him, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.
"Maël!! Less than half the game has passed, and he has already given the home team Chelsea 3 goals! I think the viewers in front of the TV and the Chelsea fans at the stadium are in the same state of utter bewilderment.
"Indeed, before the game, everyone thought this would be an evenly matched contest. Before the first goal, the situation on the field was indeed developing that way, but Maël's cold shots came one after another!
"37 minutes in, and a team with a record of 7 wins and 1 draw so far this season is already trailing 3-0, about to collapse. Doesn't this make other Premier League teams feel chilled to the bone?" "We seem to see something different in Maël again. I wonder if this is just an illusion, but has he really unknowingly reached a level that no one else has reached?!"
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Next to the goal, the Chelsea players became the backdrop, and all the cameras focused on one person. In the lens, he was doing a somersault to celebrate.
"Bang!"
Maël then landed with both feet, raised his hands to maintain balance, then clenched his right fist and waved it into the sky, "Vamos!!"
Immersed in the refreshing and climactic emotions of the moment, he really wanted to ask the chuuni question 'Who else is there?', but the context was obviously not appropriate.
2 goals and 1 assist! In 9 rounds of the Premier League season, he has scored a total of 15 goals and 5 assists! And this is just a half, just a beginning. With more powerful skills, he will definitely show more different things!
This is the new level! On the sidelines, Mr. Wenger breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Maël with a look of relief and pride, and some indescribable complexity.
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