Chapter 795: Fancy Horse Goes Live! You Can Still Get a Perfect Score! Blow a Kiss to Celebrate!

Chapter 795: Chapter 7: Fancy Horse Goes Live! You Can Still Get a Perfect Score! Blow a Kiss to Celebrate!

“An imperfect ending often affects the process, but not in your case.”

The opponent’s face showed no other expression, even deliberately revealing a sense of ease.

Ma’el gave a dry laugh, waved his hand, and walked towards his position.

“Cech has saved Chelsea Team! His penalty save rate is extremely high, making it troublesome for any penalty taker facing him.”

In the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun’s voice rang out: “What a pity for such a brilliant consecutive breakthrough! We can see that Ma’el’s expression is quite awful; this indeed shouldn’t happen to him.

“But this is something every top forward will experience; he must adjust his mindset, stand up, and move forward beyond the setbacks!!”

“…..”

In the last part of the first half, Ma’el’s performance was lackluster. When the halftime whistle blew, he was the first to turn and head towards the players’ tunnel.

During the process, he high-fived Wenger, but didn’t speak.

“Hiss…”

He felt he needed to calm down. He walked towards the restroom, waiting for the heat on his face to subside before splashing his face with ice water several times.

After he stood up, he looked at himself in the mirror, meeting his own gaze for a long time… You can’t let these negative emotions affect you; it’s just an unlucky streak with your foot. With more matches, such situations are unavoidable. You must rouse yourself!

The Community Shield Cup trophy is just outside, a beautiful round shield. He had imagined countless times holding it up with both hands… If you want it, keep going!

In addition to remembering to improve his comprehensive shooting skills, he had to forget about that penalty, just like he had forgotten the negative comments and doubts along the way!

With a purposeful stride, he walked towards the door, hoping to use the strength of his body to bring himself inner strength.

As he reached the door, he saw Mr. Wenger, who seemed to have been waiting there for some time. Upon seeing him, Wenger smiled.

Ma’el exchanged a knowing smile with him, feeling much better.

“Leon.” Wenger called him, taking out a cigarette and walking towards the restroom, speaking softly: “Your first-half performance was unique; Sky Sports rated it 8.6. Actually, you still have the chance to deliver a perfect performance.”

Ma’el paused but didn’t turn around, only glancing back.

…

“Beep!”

“The second half of the match has begun, with Arsenal Team kicking off from the center circle.

“From the first half, both teams show similar strength, with Arsenal holding about a 55% advantage as Ma’el created quite a few opportunities with his individual abilities.

“But maybe due to a bit of bad luck, the two teams combined for a total of 11 shots, with 5 inside the penalty area, yet none resulted in a goal!

“Let’s see if they make improvements in the second half after adjustments!”

“…..”

“Bang!” In the 51st minute of the game, Thiago Silva made a firm contact at the bottom of the ball, driving it towards the right flank.

Gervinho controlled the ball well, and after receiving it, he passed it to the approaching Cazorla, who opened his body facing the center.

The two forwards, Giroud and Van Persie, quickly moved closer, one sticking to the wingback, the other to the right-center back Terry, creating a local numerical advantage in attack.

Simultaneously forcing the opponent to move towards this side, checking if their overall movement would leave any gaps.

Cazorla initially planned to pass the ball to them as a wall but saw Ma’el moving into the center, holding off David Luiz, with a strong desire for the ball in his eyes.

“Bang!”

Against all rationality, he suddenly decided to pass the ball to the not-so-ideally positioned Ma’el.

The football rolled along the ground towards the vicinity of Chelsea’s penalty area line, with Ma’el tightly marking David Luiz, the latter searching for an opportunity to position himself in front.

This was by no means a good chance, even when Terry, who was supposed to cover behind David Luiz, was leisurely jogging towards him, and the chasing Mata wasn’t particularly fast either.

So, the football rolled slowly towards Ma’el’s feet, with everyone awaiting his next move.

“Thud…..!”

The focal point, Ma’el suddenly shifted his rhythmic movement, lightly hopping and then heel-kicking the ball with his right foot, then leaning forward to charge.

The ball unexpectedly changed direction, slipping through David Luiz’s legs before he could react, and entering the penalty area.

Nutmeg!

Realizing he was too late after closing his legs, David Luiz prepared to chase back, only to see Ma’el accelerating past him.

The play was opened up like that since no one expected Ma’el to suddenly use a heel-kick nutmeg, now entering the penalty area with a clear shot opportunity.

“Oh….!!” Arsenal’s fans stood up once again, despite Ma’el’s lack of luck with his feet in the first half; they still chose to believe in last season’s star forward.

Chelsea’s fans mostly looked on in a daze at their penalty area, unable to comprehend how their seemingly dense defense could be breached so easily.

“Chance…..!!”

In the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun said nothing more, only roaring the most direct commentary: “A perfect chance to score!!”

On the edge of the area, Ma’el, like a college student racing a primary schooler with David Luiz, easily overtook him, reaching the ball.

To avoid having his push-shot read by Cech again, he chose a shot with no setup required, minimal draw time.

“Bang!!”