Chapter 736 - 18: France’s Sword! A Miraculous Strike Under Pressure! Finishing the Way You Began!

"Ma’el!!"

"Ah!!"

"You are amazing!"

"My God!!"

He suddenly felt someone wrap their arms around his neck, and someone slide-kneeling past him, bumping against his leg in the process.

He’s done it!!

His choice was right, his persistence was right, he kept the team’s hope alive!

European Cup’s 10th goal!

The long shot that upgraded to Level 5 before the tournament began made a stunning debut in the first European Cup match, and again, miraculously helped him equalize against Spain in the final European Cup match!

A header couldn’t break Casillas’s goal, close-range shooting couldn’t penetrate his ten-finger barrier, so use the ability he was best at at the start of his career, use the way he is most familiar with, to defeat Saint Casillas!

A whole game’s repression finally released at this moment, he had a feeling of unprecedented exhilaration, everything felt so wonderful.

Since people say this is his tournament, he hopes he can take the final championship trophy from this place where his first Level 5 skill shone brightly!

"Folala.....!" In the VIP box, a burst of wailing sounded, a group of socialites and national dignitaries celebrated without caring about their image.

Michel sank to his knees, nearly kneeling on the ground, leaned back with his arms raised high, fanatically saying: "Ciel...! Ciel.....! Hero! Lone hero!!"

"France’s sword!!"

Hollande and the Prime Minister tightly embraced at this moment, supporting each other and bouncing.

"Our pride!!"

Wenger got up and felt his arms trembling, he cast his gaze at Mendes, someone he didn’t particularly like, just as the latter also looked over, both smiled with tacit understanding and embraced.

No matter how you put it, they are the two closest to Ma’el here, only they can understand each other’s feelings!

"France team resurrects! Now, they should be heading into the overtime match against Spain.....!

"Ma’el! He deserves all the praises, he truly deserves everything! Without him, fans supporting France team could have turned off their TVs early, using time to dilute their disappointment in the match.

"His presence gives France team 30 more minutes to save themselves!

"6 matches, 10 goals, what a miraculous performance, he is completely a magician, continuously performing tricks that had never been seen on the pitch.....!!"

The TV’s French commentary was full of praise for Ma’el, speaking to the hearts of everyone.

Many people, after celebrating, were already drenched in sweat, constantly convincing themselves to calm down, taking a long time to return to their seats.

...

On the sidelines, Bosque lowered his head in distress, never expected France team would score such a goal when the match was about to end.

His silence led to all Spaniards’ silence, some fans angrily tore their clothes, turned around angrily throwing jerseys and slamming seats, some substitute players stood in place, spontaneously panicking.

"Mr. Bosque."

A somewhat calm assistant coach ran over and asked: "Are we still changing players? Do we change now?"

Bosque didn’t look back, observing the players’ frustrated expressions, nodded and said: "Change, just treat it as a fresh force for the overtime, call Pedro to warm up."

This assistant turned and ran, the substitution board was then raised, Martinez and Torres stepped onto the pitch together.

In front of the goal, Casillas removed his gloves in disappointment and slammed them to the ground with a defeated look.

Even though he is the team captain, at this moment he ought to be setting an example, but he couldn’t suppress the inner self-blame and regret.

Ramos and Pique came to comfort him, and he sent them away.

He couldn’t believe that in this legendary career, he would be hit with such a goal one day.

Ma’el... Casillas gazed at Ma’el on the sidelines still embracing and high-fiving with teammates, this opponent whom he has only faced in one match so far, already made him feel like a rival.

"Beep! Beep! Beep —!"

Soon after re-kick off, the referee quickly blew the whistle for the end of the whole match.

With the score one to one, they will enter 15-minute halves of brutal overtime, to fight for the final victory there!

The players of Spain team hung their heads low, visibly dissatisfied, they originally had the chance to celebrate wildly now, but Ma’el’s goal forced them onto a road filled with uncertainty.

Although players of France team were talking and laughing, there’s worry deep in each one’s eyes.

Even entering overtime, their situation still doesn’t look good, as their physical ability consumption is clearly more significant, they will face an even greater test.

Many people can’t even imagine what kind of willpower they need to hold on without letting the opponent score, not to mention scoring themselves to directly win.

Before kicking off, they leaned towards defending for a tie to enter the penalty shootout.....to be honest, this isn’t a good sign.

Both teams’ players didn’t return to the locker room but formed a circle beside the coaching table, listening to the coaches’ instructions and arrangements.

"Stick to your ideas, believe in yourselves, use the way you are best at to finish the match."

Deschamps stood in the center of the players, speaking with a tone, "I can’t teach you how to play football at this time, nor can let each of you run two more steps, it’s all up to yourselves!

"Just 30 minutes, all you can do is grit your teeth, pay attention to every defense, every counterattack, each takes up your own responsibility!"

"I’ll go discuss the final substitution with the assistant coach and possible penalty order, this is left to the captain."

Turning away, Ma’el hugged teammates on either side, bending over with everyone, saying: "It’s not easy getting to this point, we’ve gone through so many difficulties.

"Don’t suffer all these hardships in vain without any gain, that’s too regrettable and sad.

"The trophy is right there, hope we can hold it riding the parade celebration bus.....final 30 minutes, come on!!"

"Come on!!" Players of France team clenched their fists, feeling a force slowly emerging inside, giving them confidence to fight again.

"Beep!"

A few minutes later, players from both sides returned to the field, and the first half of overtime unfolded like this.

This time, fans of France team and Spain team alike, crossed their arms in front of their mouths, constantly praying for the teams, they were filled with anticipation yet nerves were on edge.

The high pressure and excitement of this moment, as well as the possible forthcoming ecstasy and sorrow, will not easily fade from their minds, this will follow them all their lives, occasionally appearing in their dreams.

Because this is the European Cup finals, they are among the luckiest tens of thousands in the world, to witness such a match firsthand!

Deschamps quickly sank on one knee squatting on the ground, seemingly crushed by pressure, on the other side Bosque followed his move, the two head coaches watched the confrontation between the players like this.

"Bang bang bang.....!"

Players of Spain team controlled the soccer ball, consuming France team’s physical ability while trying to draw France team players into a fixed rhythm, then suddenly change the rhythm, making opponents uncomfortable.

Ma’el kept moving with the team’s formation, he was fatigued too, but felt his physical ability still had an advantage over most people, others should be more tired than him.

This could be considered an opportunity for him, more lasting combat ability giving him more possibilities.

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ps: Yesterday or the day before, should be the night before last, caught flu feeling particularly uncomfortable, still not well yesterday, didn’t write a single word.

Is there another virus?

Not until 4 am this morning did I start writing, haven’t closed my eyes writing till now, finally wrote it, sorry everyone, my body is too weak, sorry, will slowly improve my energy condition.