"This is why this Arsenal team is trusted by everyone! They leveled the score under immense pressure right before the end of the first half! Maël has once again stepped up for the team. We've seen scenes like this countless times in the past year or two, but every time it makes us feel excited! He and Wenger are leading this team to new heights!"
The pro-Arsenal commentator from the London local station paused after saying this, changing his roar into an impassioned statement: "Arsenal is very strong, and they are also crushing and unstoppable in most sections of their advance.
"However, this does not mean that they will have smooth sailing. Like today, facing such a situation, I believe many people would be hit hard and choose to complain, and then choose to give up.
"But Arsenal didn't, Maël didn't. They are still able to counterattack calmly, score goals, and fight for victory!
"This is the reason for their strength, why they are competing for a 58-game unbeaten streak, and I believe they will have a good result! The first half of the game is about to end. After both sides make adjustments during the halftime break, I hope we can see a more exciting and intense game! At the same time, I hope the referee makes 'fewer mistakes'."
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On the field, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half, and the players from both sides turned and walked towards the player tunnel.
Maël clenched his fist secretly, and high-fived several teammates who were waiting to high-five him, celebrating again for leveling the score before the end of the half, and then approached Wenger who was waiting for him on the sidelines.
When he approached, Wenger took the opportunity to ask when hugging him: "How is it?"
"It's not too blatant, and Manchester United players won't deliberately exploit this without knowing."
Maël looked around to make sure no one was there, and quickly expressed his thoughts, "It's just that some of the referee's calls are disrupting our players' morale, interrupting our emotions, and thus affecting our rhythm.
"I'm fine, my mentality won't be affected too much... We will win."
"Good." Wenger said concisely: "Once you are on the field, everything is up to you. The club will stir up public opinion after the game to put pressure on them."
"Count me in." Maël smiled and walked towards the player tunnel, "I also have a public relations team, they have a big task coming up, and it's a good opportunity to give them some practice."
"Pay attention to your limits."
"I know, I won't tear up the facade and create too much trouble for now."
The two had a brief chat and went to the locker room together. Later, after the players gathered together, Wenger didn't emphasize tactics too much, but focused on stabilizing the players' mentality.
He didn't say much else, just told everyone to be prepared to deal with everything.
Someone raised the controversial referee calls, but Wenger just told them to play the current game well first, and conveyed that the club would appeal and other countermeasures after the game, without telling everyone too much.
"Beep beep!" A few minutes later, the referee's whistle sounded, and the Arsenal players walked out of the locker room amidst a burst of mutual encouragement, heading towards the field.
"Pay attention to your actions! Don't get any more cards!! Also, stay rational, don't be impulsive!"
Before blowing the kickoff whistle, Maël, facing his own half in the left wing position, clapped his hands and encouraged: "We will take it down, we won't fall here, think about how we won when it was difficult before!"
Encouraged by Wenger and him, most of the Arsenal players' expressions became calm, and their faces were filled with a desire to fight, as if they couldn't wait to compete against Manchester United again.
"Beep!" The whistle sounded, and Manchester United's center forward Rooney kicked the ball from the center circle. Carrick received the ball and passed it to the fullback Rafael. Manchester United began to organize the pass in the backcourt.
"Press! Press! Press!!"
Maël waved his hand to signal everyone to press up, and he also kept looking back at the team's pressing formation during the charge, "Maintain the distance between the three lines and the basic formation! Giroud! Mark Ferdinand closely!"
As he spoke, he took the lead in coming to Rafael, who was holding the ball, and stretched his foot to block the opponent's pass.
Rafael thought about faking a pass to deceive him, but seeing him stretch his foot, he moved the ball in the opposite direction, and then followed up with his body while observing whether there was a passing point in front.
"Pa pa!!"
But he didn't expect Maël's turn and burst of speed in the first few steps to be so fast. By the time he reacted and looked up, Maël had already rushed to his side and poked the ball away from his feet.
Rafael's expression changed in shock. He wanted to reach out and pull Maël, but suddenly remembered that this was a very dangerous area, and he forcibly retracted his hand.
He could only helplessly look at Ferdinand in the center, hoping that he could cover and help him.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Maël ignored Rafael, who had long been left behind. He looked at Ferdinand, expecting him to come out and defend him.
"Behind you!"
Ferdinand finally couldn't help it. He felt that he couldn't let Maël enter the penalty area, so he left Giroud behind him, just called out to his teammates behind him, hoping they could help cover, and then rushed out.
"Bang!" Who knew that Maël had been staring at him all along, and at the moment he started, he made a horizontal pass, sending the ball to Giroud's feet.
Ferdinand realized that he had been caught off guard, and wanted to turn around and look at Giroud again, but it was too late to turn around.
He was old, he thought, if Vidić was still behind him, would there be a chance to stop this ball?
"Bang!!"
Giroud controlled the ball and pushed it towards the far end of the goal, then turned to face Maël, ready to celebrate.
Judging from the feeling of kicking the ball, he felt that the quality of this ball would not be low.
"Pa!" But De Gea's subsequent save stunned everyone. The young goalkeeper actually used a miraculous reaction to fish out this certain goal, fishing it out of the baseline.
Giroud hugged his head. Ferdinand and Rafael and others breathed a sigh of relief and ran to De Gea, touching the young player's head and saying words of praise.
Maël was a little helpless, but he knew very well that the team must not be discouraged at this time.
"Giroud! Watch the corner kick." He ran to Giroud, took the opponent's hand off his head, and signaled the opponent not to dwell on the past.
"Cazorla's corner kick is sent out! Ferdinand heads it at the near post! There is no need to doubt the old player's ability to compete for the header!
"Arsenal controls the second point, but Manchester United is pressing very hard in the frontcourt, so they can only pass the ball back to the goalkeeper Lloris and reorganize the attack!"
"."
"Chance! Bale's Side-Foot Shot! The first shot is blocked! What a pity... but there is a second shot! Gilbert!!"
"The Football hit Evans! We see Arsenal players jumping up with their hands raised, is there a handball situation just now?" Van Persie and others surrounded the referee, they were very angry, they thought it was a Penalty Kick! But the referee still didn't react!
"Now it's Manchester United's counterattack, Arsenal's players must quickly return to their positions, it would be more than worth the loss to lose another goal at this time!
"Carrick's Long Shot! Failed to form a threat, too anxious, Arsenal's goal kick. Van Persie and others chased back and blocked the referee, they are still asking for an explanation.
"There are indeed a few too many controversial penalties, so many that people have some doubts."
"."
"Arsenal's left-wing attack! Maël pulls out space and then passes horizontally to Cazorla, can Cazorla transfer it out?" No... give it to Maël to handle again! Maël passes the ball directly with one foot, straight through... Beautiful!! Beautiful! This ball tore through Manchester United's midfield defense and backcourt defense, and directly handed it to Bale who was inserted on the right!
"Can pass and shoot, is such a Maël only 135 million euros? The next update will surpass Messi, right?" Bale followed up, Evra followed very closely, he has not found a chance to accelerate for the time being, a Cross!!
"Chance!!"
"."
On the field, as Bale's Cross arced towards the Manchester United penalty area, the vicinity of the Manchester United goal was instantly fraught with tension.
In an instant, Giroud stood out from the crowd, out-jumping Evans and heading the ball towards the goal.
"Pa!" The header was too straight, and De Gea managed to parry it away at the first point.
At the second ball position, Evans and Van Persie both rushed towards the Football, sliding in without regard for their own safety.
"Pa!" The sound of bone and flesh colliding echoed, it was unclear who touched the Football first, but the Football flew out of the penalty area.
Evans and Van Persie crashed to the ground together, but both seemed unharmed, adjusting themselves with grimaces before quickly getting up to continue participating in the team's attack and defense.
Outside the penalty area, Maël, who had rushed forward after the through ball, controlled the Football, using his strong body to hold off Valencia, who was trying to steal the ball from behind, then dribbled past Rafael with a sideways movement, before making a horizontal pass.
"Pa," Cazorla received the ball, but his first Ball Control was slightly flawed, causing the ball to bounce up to his knee.
He didn't panic, observing the surrounding situation as the Football fell to the ground, and then directly kicked out.
"Boom!"
The moment the Football touched the ground, Cazorla's foot pushed against the bottom of the Football, he suppressed the Football, and passed a Driven Shot, finding Van Persie near the penalty area line.
Van Persie had just run out from inside, and upon seeing the incoming ball, accelerated past Ferdinand, using the outside of his foot to touch the bottom of the Football, stopping the ball, and then turning around in the direction of the Ball Control.
"Boom!!"
As if by divine intervention, he turned around and unleashed a Volley, the Football suddenly accelerated towards the blind spot of the goal, with an S-shaped arc in the middle, disrupting De Gea's vision.
"Swish!" As the Football entered the net, Van Persie immediately beamed, roaring and spreading his arms, running towards the corner flag area, "Yessss!!"
"WowAaaahh!!" Celebrations echoed back and forth in the stadium, Old Trafford once again becoming an ocean of celebration for the Arsenal players.
The moment Maël saw the Football enter the net, his emotions also soared, rushing towards Van Persie to celebrate as if he had scored himself.
Goal! Two to one!
In this moment, they needed this kind of goal, needed this kind of surprise! He knew that he was a person who was good at bringing surprises, but carrying too many things was inevitably tiring, and he also needed surprises.
Now, Van Persie gave it to him, and to the whole team!!
"Nice! World-class!!" Maël shouted, pointing at Van Persie's back, a long-lost joy appearing on his face, in this recent period, the team had actually been playing quite stifled.
"Haven't seen you score like that in a while, when are you going to get me an assist?"
Sagna, who had followed, quickly put his arm around Van Persie's shoulder, and laughed: "If you keep playing like this, the Van Persie song will be playing all over the British Isles."
"Hahaha!" A group of people laughed and hugged on the sidelines, they roared towards the Manchester United fan zone, and waved to the Arsenal fan zone.
"Well done."
On the sidelines, Wenger didn't shout this time, but judging from the trembling of his face and the high spirits in his eyes, his emotions were no less intense than last time.
Comeback! "Van Persie! World Wave!! This is a shot in the arm!! Amidst the controversy, Arsenal still relied on their stronger strength to come back and overtake the score! Too wonderful!
"It seems that they are getting closer and closer to the final 58-game unbeaten run! "Laugh heartily! Celebrate to your heart's content! Pour out all your emotions and let your heart no longer be affected by negative emotions!"
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Beneath the Arsenal players' revelry was the sadness of the Manchester United players, the Manchester United players looked up at the sky with contorted faces, and then looked with guilt at the silent home fans of Old Trafford.
Being led two to one despite having gained many advantages was a very uncomfortable feeling.
Many people looked towards Sir Ferguson on the sidelines, finding that his expression was the same as before, seemingly without any fluctuations, but the hand in his pocket should still be trembling slightly, and the Frequency of chewing gum was also faster.
"Bip!"
A few minutes later, the game restarted, and Arsenal visibly rose in momentum, with the entire team pressing into Manchester United's half in search of a third and fourth goal.
"Maël!! Ah... Giroud was just a little bit away from heading that ball, his hair should have already felt the Football, and his heart also imagined how to celebrate after scoring! "Unfortunately, just a little bit short!"
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"Cazorla!! Driven Shot! Oh oh oh... De Gea's save could make the top three saves of the week!"
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"Sagna! Follow-up shot! Evans' block! And!!... It's De Gea again!! Ah, this young player is making a name for himself in this game, Ferguson's trust in him is not without reason!"
"."
"The game has passed 65 minutes, and as both sides' Stamina declines, there may still be some variables on the field."
"But this variable is likely to be beneficial to Arsenal, because their consumption is significantly less than that of Manchester United players. Ferguson still hasn't made a substitution adjustment? If it weren't for De Gea, I think the score would have been rewritten long ago."
"."
The Manchester United players were gradually getting out of breath, and Ferguson also noticed this, wanting to make adjustments, but couldn't think of a good way to change things for a while.
And so, Arsenal's offensive wave was higher than the last, and it seemed that the third goal was also within reach.
In the 74th minute of the game, Arsenal's offensive started again, with six players wearing Arsenal jerseys pouncing on Manchester United's defense, and in the movement of both sides, some opportunities emerged faintly.
"Bang!"
Maël, who had the ball, saw that Van Persie and others had attracted the defense, and chipped a precise long pass towards the back post.
There, Gilbert strode forward with powerful steps, surpassing Evans, who was already slow in turning and slow in Speed, and broke into the penalty area.
A bitter look appeared on Evans' face, he knew that if this ball let Gilbert pass, whether it was a Cross or a shot himself, Manchester United's goal would most likely be broken.
But he didn't dare to directly pull the opponent down for a foul, directly giving Arsenal a Penalty Kick, because Van Persie's Penalty Kick technique was still very good, and in his memory, he seemed to rarely miss.
Helpless, Evans had to place all his hopes on his right shoulder, he threw out his body with force, and rammed towards Gilbert.
Gilbert had not been on guard against him behind him, and at this moment, seeing the opponent come up, surprise appeared in his eyes, there was no need for this ball to be like this... If he wasn't careful, it would be a red card package.
"Bang!" The two bodies collided, and Gilbert didn't have time to exert Strength, and was directly knocked to the ground, sliding forward.
"EiEi!!" Arsenal's entire Expeditionary Force immediately stood up and shouted in dissatisfaction, such a foul from behind, if the referee didn't blow the whistle, then there would be no justice.
"What are you doing?!"
"Blow the whistle quickly!"
Arsenal's players on the field also pounced on the referee, and even the assistant coach on the sidelines and the substitutes who were warming up rushed to the vicinity of the sideline, roaring at the referee, no matter how the fourth official tried to pull them back.
Maël slowly walked towards the referee, he saw hesitation in the referee's back, and also saw a few glimmers of determination.
"Bip!" He finally blew the whistle and took out a yellow card from his chest pocket.
Evans looked utterly despondent, but then a hint of confusion flickered in his eyes when he saw the referee hadn't pointed to the penalty spot.
Gilbert, who had been getting up from the ground ready to argue, seemed to realize something upon seeing this, and his face went blank. A loud ringing filled his ears, "Buzzing!"
He felt like his soul had left his body, as if he had suddenly found himself in hell.
"You! Diving!" The referee said decisively, showing Gilbert a yellow card, and then pulling out a red card from behind, "Two yellows, one red! Off the field! Gilbert! Get out!"
Gilbert laughed. He didn't argue at all. After getting up, he resolutely strode towards the player tunnel.
But as he walked, tears welled up in his eyes, and soon they were streaming down his face.
The opportunity he had waited so long for, to start alongside the main players, to fight against a strong enemy alongside Maël, the dream he had longed for, had ended in such an unacceptable way! He was unwilling, but he knew that saying anything now was useless. He might as well go to the locker room to digest his emotions alone.
"Fuck!!"
"Fuck your mother, referee! How much money did you take?"
"Who brought money? Let's throw some at his head!"
"I really can't help but go down and beat him up!"
"Get lost!"
"…"
Inside the stadium, a clamor arose. Countless Arsenal fans pointed at the referee and cursed, and even the Manchester United fans, who were usually at odds with them, seemed unable to watch any longer. They kept their mouths shut and didn't say a word, just looking at the referee in confusion.
All the Arsenal players surrounded the referee, pointing at his nose and cursing angrily. Some even clapped their hands and sneered, using applause to mock the referee for 'doing a good job'.
The Manchester United players, like their fans, didn't dare or have the face to express anything, only turning their heads to prepare for the counterattack.
On the sidelines, Sir Ferguson's face was flushed red. He looked at Wenger, who was not far away, and saw the extreme grief and anger on his old rival's face, which even gave rise to a few ridiculous, miserable smiles.
This was too fucked up. "Buzzing!" On the field, Maël also felt a slight ringing in his ears. Anger surged from the bottom of his heart, then ran through his entire body.
His eyes stared fixedly at the referee. After approaching, he gritted his teeth and said to the referee, "Did you think you wouldn't have a chance after this game? Did you think Manchester United was the last team that could stop us? So you're desperately trying to help them? You'll ruin him! You've ruined a person with a dream, a person who has traveled to many places and given everything for his dream!! You are extremely sinful, and all Arsenal people will never forgive you!"
"Fuck off!!"
In the midst of everyone's curses, his words didn't attract anyone else's attention, only causing the referee to bury his head even lower, making the referee's shout of 'everyone back' less confident.
"Beep!"
After the whistle sounded, the Manchester United players prepared to take a free kick from the backfield. The Arsenal players and fans had to accept the fact that the team would be playing with ten men for the rest of the game.
Maël bit his teeth and returned to the wing. He felt that his whole body was full of Strength, as if Gilbert had poured all his energy into him when he left.
"Bang!"
The free kick was taken, and he ran with the team's overall formation, but there was more hatred in his eyes.
"Manchester United is pressing forward with all their players. This is a good opportunity for them. Arsenal, playing with ten men, certainly can't play like they did before."
"We see that Maël has also run back to help defend. I wonder if his Stamina can hold up? Wenger should be preparing to make a substitution. Coquelin, a young player who hasn't played much, is preparing to come on."
"…"
"Rooney's shot! Ah, it flew past the goalpost! In a contest between two strong teams, the difference of one person is huge."
"The more outstanding the team, the better they are at seizing the advantage of having more players, and Manchester United is clearly one such team."
"Okay, in this case, Giroud is being substituted, and the young player Coquelin is coming on, standing in the defensive midfielder position. Arsenal is changing to a 4-2-3-1 formation, but now it looks more like a 4-4-1-1 or a 4-3-2-1."
"Bale has tracked back many times, and Maël and Van Persie will also take turns tracking back, or both stay in the frontcourt waiting for opportunities."
"..."
"Successive attacking opportunities! Will they score? Lloris holds the ball tightly in his arms! Not letting Manchester United open Arsenal's goal!"
"There are only a few minutes left, I hope the Arsenal players, united as one at this moment, can defend their goal! In fact, they can also accept a draw. What they fear most now is that Manchester United will score 2 goals in a row through their numerical advantage, breaking their unbeaten record!"
"..."
"It's still Manchester United's attack! Ashley Young! A diagonal pass! To Valencia! Valencia Cut Inside! Shot!!" "Met his left foot this time... We all know that Valencia's left foot is not very good at kicking! Lloris directly confiscated the ball and kicked a long pass to the frontcourt position!"
"..."
The director's camera suddenly turns, giving a shot to Wenger on the sidelines, who is anxiously discussing something with an assistant coach.
This is actually a small live broadcast accident. Arsenal launched a counterattack. At this time, the broadcast should be closely following the direction of the football.
"Swish!" When the camera returns again, people see in the middle of Manchester United's backcourt, Van Persie jumps up and stops the ball with his chest, stopping it for Bale who came up beside him.
"Boom!"
Bale, without stopping the ball, kicks the ball to the left with his right foot, towards the position where Maël is.
Maël gets the ball under the double-teaming of Valencia and Rafael. Facing the two players' defense, he doesn't make any extra moves, and after gently deceiving their center of gravity with a fancy move, he picks the ball and darts through the gap between the two.
"Pa boom...!"
When he controls the ball again, Rafael and Valencia have long been left behind by him, and Ferdinand has to come out again.
"Hoo" Maël takes a deep breath, Observation the situation on the field. There are at most 3 effective defensive players in front of him.
Ferdinand rushing over, and Carrick chasing back, and Evans fluctuating from the far end.
Ferdinand is rushing fiercely. Evans is slow, Carrick doesn't need much attention. In that case, just burst through directly! "Boom!!"
After making a Cut Inside movement towards the penalty area, the inside of his right foot suddenly kicks the ball fiercely towards the penalty area, passing Ferdinand who rushed over.
Ferdinand seems to have heard something from the sound of his touch, wanting to reach out and pull.
But Maël takes three steps in two steps, twists his waist, avoids Ferdinand's pull, and speeds up to chase into the penalty area.
"Deng deng deng!!"
He sprints towards the football. In his right front, Evans also rushes over, and has long made preparations for a sliding tackle.
Maël clenches his teeth, desperately swings his arms, orders his legs to stride faster and farther, and also prays that the football can touch his foot first.
"Whoosh!" In a flash, Evans slides out his foot, flying towards the bottom of his feet with a ground of grass clippings and dirt.
"Pa!"
Maël's right foot touches the ball a moment before Evans' calf touches the football, picking the ball upwards, and then he instinctively jumps up, hoping to avoid this sliding tackle.
Deng! When his feet step on the ground, Maël feels a sense of openness in his heart. He takes two steps forward, dials the ball to the right, and shoots a powerful Curved Shot towards the far corner of the goal.
"Swish!" The football made contact at the far corner, and for the second time in this match, he used a Curved Shot to breach De Gea's goal! Goal!
Three to one!
"Ooooh!!!"
"Yeahhhh!!!"
Maël staggered slightly after the shot, feeling a surge of heat rising from his neck, rushing to his brain, followed by another surge from his back, flowing through his entire body.
He opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue, and punched the air as he sprinted, "Come on!!! Come on!!"
"Cha!" Reaching the sideline, he slid on his knees, then used his core strength to spring up stylishly, removing a Shin guard and throwing it towards the Arsenal fan section.
During his time at Sheffield United, he had performed this celebration for Gilbert; today, he brought it to Arsenal, to the Premier League stage.
He believed Gilbert could see it, and he also believed that the other would be touched and have the confidence to move forward.
Because no matter what they encounter, as long as everyone works together, using all their strength, they will always overcome everything and move to higher places! Ten men fighting!
Three to one!
Killing the game!!
No one can stop them from reaching 58 games undefeated, no one!
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