"Goal! Van Persie easily scores in the middle with a well-timed snatching point!"
In the broadcast booth, Shen Fangjian raised his voice but kept it restrained, trying to let the audience in front of the TV feel the passion of the scene, "The assist comes from Number 31 Maël, who has just returned from loan!
"I just said that if Bayern Munich plays too aggressively, it's easy to leave a lot of space for Maël in the backfield, which is very troublesome!
"Rafinha has no way to stop him, and Badstuber can't form an effective defense! His Speed is too violent, much faster than Arshavin, who used to be in this position!
"This doesn't look like a fast winger anymore, it's more like a winger supercar! He disrupted Bayern Munich's defense in the simplest way!
"Another Arsenal supercar, Walcott, is sitting on the bench. I'm very curious now, how does Maël's Speed compare to Walcott's?"
After speaking, Shen Fangjian smiled and looked at the stands in the stadium, capturing the excitement and surprise of the domestic Arsenal fans at this moment.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief. Before the game, he was a little worried that the two European powerhouses wouldn't play hard and would just run around to fool the fans.
If the scene was too ugly, then these fans who traveled all the way here would come with hope and leave with disappointment and grievance.
Now it seems, no! The scene is still very exciting, especially this young talent on Arsenal's wing, who showed a strong fighting spirit and brought a wonderful performance to the fans as soon as he came on the field.
In the stands, in the front of Area C, Lin Youliang waved the Arsenal flag with a flushed face. He was extremely excited, but he had to finish his work first.
"Youliang! Youliang!"
Zhou Yi rushed down from the stands, jumped on his back, wrapped his arms tightly around his front, and subconsciously squeezed him a couple of times.
Lin Youliang immediately dodged, realizing that this was a person without any sense of propriety. However, in this mood, it was impossible to get angry, and he turned around and smiled at him.
"The post I wrote is right!"
Zhou Yi looked enthusiastic, eager to prove himself, "He will be Arsenal's new Henry, even better than Henry. He also has top-notch shooting ability, which hasn't been shown yet.
"The Speed he just used isn't even in the top of his advantages! He has a lot of killer moves!"
Lin Youliang didn't know what to say this time, just nodded heavily, affirming this statement.
"Wom!"
On the field, the roar covering the entire stadium was endless. The atmosphere of the Workers' Stadium reached its peak at this moment. Many Arsenal fans could be seen celebrating on every stand.
Maël stood on the wing, listening to the deafening sound, with a crazy smile on his face, spreading his arms towards the sky.
"Come on!" He clenched his fists and shouted to the Dutch striker who was running towards him with a frenzied expression.
Looking at Van Persie's excited face, and then at the Arsenal jersey on him, Maël's eyes also noticed the Arsenal logo on his chest, which gave him a strong sense of impact at this moment.
This is not in the EFL Championship, and the people he is working with are no longer the British local players Evans and Bologanovic, but one of the best strikers in Europe!
They worked together to score a goal for Arsenal! Moreover, it was against the top European powerhouse Bayern Munich, against a group of top superstars! He could see Rafinha and Badstuber looking up to the sky and rolling their eyes, and he could see the German captain Lahm, with a helpless expression, bending over and clapping his hands, encouraging his teammates.
He could also see other Bayern midfielders returning to the penalty area, and after the football went into the net, they mechanically turned around and walked towards the center circle.
Goalkeeper Neuer was still very young at this time. Having just transferred to Bayern, he didn't dare to express his dissatisfaction to the defenders after losing the ball. He just silently picked up the ball and threw it to the center circle.
This picturesque scene unfolded before his eyes, making him wonder if he was dreaming again.
But listening to the cheers in his ears and feeling the hot and humid atmosphere in the air, everything was so real.
He really stood on the sideline, was one of the members of this picture, and was one of the protagonists at this moment.
"Maël!"
Van Persie finally ran over at this time. He took Maël's shoulder and hugged Maël to celebrate on the sidelines.
The two then separated, roaring and sliding on their knees along the grass of the Workers' Stadium. After getting up, the excitement had not dissipated, and they hugged each other again, sighing with high emotions.
"Amazing!"
Van Persie patted the young player's back heavily, feeling that everything was hopeful, and yearningly said: "I'm waiting for you to give me such assists in the Premier League and the Champions League. We will score 20 goals together!"
"Come on!" Maël excitedly high-fived him, then turned to look at the coaching area on the sidelines, wanting to wave to Mr. Wenger.
But unexpectedly, they were also busy celebrating and had no time to pay attention to him.
"Oh!" Philip rushed out of the coaching bench, holding his head and staring wide-eyed, "Are you kidding me?!"
He came behind Mr. Wenger, wanting to jump on Mr. Wenger's back, but saw that the latter seemed to be just calmly high-fiving and hugging the people around him, without any intention of celebrating.
Just as he was pondering Mr. Wenger's mood, Mr. Wenger turned around and met his gaze.
Philip could vouch that he hadn't seen this expression in a long, long time. Mr. Wenger's wrinkled face revealed a vitality and unruliness that shouldn't belong to his age, as if he had returned to when he first arrived here more than a decade ago.
Mr. Wenger raised his head slightly flamboyantly, his lips trembling with a smile: "Looks like fate is treating me well."
"I can't agree more."
Philip smiled and shook his head, then spread his arms and rushed forward, "But his brilliant explosive effect is too obvious! It's too obvious!"
The two embraced, and Philip almost knocked Mr. Wenger directly to the ground, but they didn't care, just laughing and celebrating.
Behind them, Tsar Arshavin supported himself on the bench with both hands, a few hints of crisis appearing on his somewhat childish face. He could feel that the main position of left winger was moving away from him.
"Arshavin."
Walcott sat beside him, turned his head with a smile: "A strong opponent is here, will this make you quit alcohol?"
Arshavin didn't answer him, just stared blankly at Maël's back on the field, calculating his chances of winning against Maël.
On the other side, in front of the Bayern Munich coaching bench.
It was silent here. Head coach Heynckes stood on the sidelines, very close to the position where Maël had just broken through.
He watched Maël's gorgeous personal show in this attack up close, and even felt the breeze as he rushed past him.
"Badstuber!"
He raised his head and shouted, and after the other party turned his head, he said: "You need to be closer to Rafinha, beware of his charge, and provide effective protection for Rafinha, understand?"
Watching Badstuber nod, Heynckes called Rafinha to his side again and instructed: "Defense is not your strength, don't be suppressed by him, you have to frantically insert into the attack and press on their half.
"Force him to keep chasing back, consuming his stamina while staying away from our goal, okay?"
Rafinha nodded slightly, turned his head and rushed back to the field, returning to his position.
He inadvertently met Badstuber's eyes, and both of them had a bit of frustration and embarrassment in their expressions, obviously remembering what he had just said.
Trying it is like dying. These young people are too monstrous now, this explosive Speed is simply born to play football.
"Beep!!"
The referee blew the whistle to restart the game. Rafinha put other thoughts behind him and ran towards the frontcourt, preparing to follow the coach's instructions and give full play to his talent in the attack.
Badstuber was now wandering to a more left-leaning defensive position, leaning behind Maël.
At a certain moment, he felt that this was not bad, at least he could hold Maël and prevent him from turning around and speeding up quickly.
"Bayern's threatening attack!
"Thomas Müller has the ball, his advantages in all aspects are not obvious, but he is very balanced and rarely loses possession!
"Couldn't find a good opportunity, long pass transfer, now the one who got the ball is Little Flying Dutchman Robben, he left a lifelong regret in last year's World Cup."
On the field, Robben's golden left foot quickly touched the football. His shaking movements are mostly wide open and close, and occasionally have exaggerated components, with no fine small techniques and changes of direction.
Because he is also very fast! "Bang!" After making a feint to pass the ball forward, Robben suddenly cut the ball and broke towards the center position. Gibbs, who was defending him, was obviously a little struggling and was thrown off in two steps.
"Robben!" Center forward Gómez leaned against Vermaelen with his back and reached out to him for the ball, ready to respond.
Robben observed the situation on the field, saw that Müller at the far end had already started, and passed the ball to Gómez with one kick.
"Crack." After Gómez received the ball, he didn't stop it, and used the outside of his foot to rub the ball towards the ribs behind him.
There, Müller inserted at high Speed, dribbled the ball into the penalty area with one kick, with a serious and calm face.
The third person runs! The small tactic was successful!
"Bang!"
Müller's posture was elegant, and he pushed the ball towards the far corner of the goal with one kick, and was bumped from the side by Sagna who was chasing over at the moment of the shot.
The football bounced towards the far corner of the goal, but slid past the goal about 10 centimeters away.
"Ah!" The Bayern fans on the scene hugged their heads, with disbelief on their faces.
Müller supported the ground with one foot when shooting, and fell into the penalty area after being hit by Sagna. He saw the football go wide during the fall.
He got up with a somersault forward along the inertia of the fall, not too regretful, smiled honestly at his teammates, and shook his head to express his apology.
This year, they were in their prime.
"Alexandre Song with the ball!
"He's driving towards the center, looking to advance quickly. Rosický comes back to support him—Rosický, a beautiful turn! The Czech midfielder has excellent footwork, but he's often plagued by injuries."
In midfield, Rosický cleverly nutmegs Toni Kroos with a backheel, dribbling towards Bayern Munich's backfield.
As Gustavo closes in, he passes the ball to Ramsey on the right, who in turn sweeps it out to Gervinho on the right wing.
Gervinho dribbles towards Lahm, having adjusted his mindset this time, eager to compete with the Bayern captain.
"Clack!" Just as he shifts direction to cut inside towards the baseline, Lahm quickly catches up and cleanly slides in to steal the ball, hooking it back to his own feet.
Lahm quickly gets up, controls the ball, and charges towards Arsenal's midfield, taking a couple of steps before sending a through ball to Müller on the wing.
"Just waiting for this!"
But Arsenal's full-back Sagna anticipates his intention, cuts in front, and intercepts the ball. The Bayern players, who were surging forward, suddenly halt and retreat to reorganize their defensive formation.
Sagna passes the ball to Alexandre Song in the middle, who launches a long pass towards Maël.
"Bang!"
The ball is too high, and Badstuber, standing behind Maël, heads it forward. Robben controls the second ball.
The attack and defense switch again!
The pace is rapid!
Arsenal's attacking players brake sharply, all shifting towards their left side to compress Robben's space.
"Robben! Robben!"
Rafinha, who has been pressing forward, spots an opportunity and sprints towards the baseline from Robben's outside.
His run briefly creates a two-on-two situation on the right for Bayern Munich. With Robben drawing the defense, it's practically a one-on-zero for Rafinha.
"Bang." Robben cuts inside, drawing away two defenders, and then passes the ball to him.
Rafinha receives the ball with no one within three meters. He easily dribbles into the penalty area and crosses towards the penalty spot.
"Bang!!"
Schweinsteiger, following up, doesn't waste the chance this time, powerfully driving the ball into the top corner of the goal! One-one!
Bayern Munich equalizes!
"Oh!" This time, it's the Bayern fans in the stadium who erupt. They had been suppressed by the Arsenal fans for quite some time and had been holding back their energy.
Schweinsteiger is also delighted after scoring, shouting as he runs towards the sideline to celebrate, joining up with the team's left winger, Müller. The two stare at each other with shining eyes, roaring, before leaping high and pumping their fists.
In the 40th minute, Mr. Wenger replaces Rosický with Frimpong, officially adding a sweeping defensive midfielder behind Maël.
Even though friendlies allow unlimited substitutions, making this adjustment at this point shows how much defensive pressure Arsenal has been under.
The defense on the left is simply too poor. That area has been under constant attack and pressure from Robben and Rafinha.
The ball can't even be delivered to Maël's feet, so his explosive advantage can't be utilized.
Plus, Mr. Wenger has been wanting to pair a defensive midfielder with Maël for a while, so he might as well grit his teeth and sacrifice some midfield control to test the feasibility of this tactic in this high-profile match.
"Clack!"
After Frimpong comes on, the pressure on the left is noticeably relieved. He is physically strong, covers a lot of ground, and does the dirty work for Arsenal.
In the 43rd minute, he slides in to tackle Rafinha and then pushes the ball to Maël, who is not far away.
Bayern's center-back Badstuber is positioned behind Maël, trying to prevent him from turning around. He wants to use his physical advantage to force him to pass back.
It's a somewhat risky choice because once Maël turns around, there will be no defenders left on their right flank.
Maël receives the ball under pressure from Badstuber, first controlling it and then slowly turning towards the sideline.
"Bang!" Seeing a gap on the sideline, he doesn't hesitate, kicking the ball into the empty space in the backfield and sprinting after it.
Badstuber didn't expect Maël to dare to kick the ball at this moment. He lowers his center of gravity and uses his body to block Maël's path along the sideline, trying to pin him down on the wing.
Ball past, but not the man! "Bang!" The two bodies collide violently, and the nearby players hear a dull thud of bone and flesh colliding.
Badstuber swiftly felt a tremendous force coming from his side shoulder, drilling straight into his body, shaking his internal organs violently, and a wave of nausea quickly surged up.
His feet couldn't feel the ground anymore, but his body immediately and solidly felt the pull of gravity.
"Bang!" The 189cm tall German defender crashed to the ground, utterly astonished. His ability to withstand physical contact was definitely among the best in Bayern's lineup.
Even if he had underestimated his opponent and hadn't used his full strength just now, he had still used seventy to eighty percent of his power, yet he was directly sent flying? Before he could recover from the shock, he propped himself up with both hands and immediately got up, chasing after Maël despite his body feeling like it was about to explode.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Maël dribbled the ball at high Speed towards Bayern Munich's backfield. Seeing only two defenders and a defensive midfielder chasing back in front of him, he decisively charged towards the center.
The next one to appear before him was Boateng, a key defender for the German national team, with formidable strength.
Maël pushed the ball towards the inside, then forcefully hooked it towards the outside, accelerating rapidly, trying to use this simple method to shake off Boateng's defense.
Unexpectedly, Boateng had anticipated this, and he followed closely, his first few steps not much slower than Maël's, and he was ready to make a sliding tackle at any moment.
"Bang!!"
Maël felt the pressure brought by a top defender, and without being greedy with the ball, he unleashed a powerful left-footed shot towards the general direction of the goal.
"Slap!" Neuer reacted with lightning Speed, diving out and brushing the ball flying towards the far corner with his left hand. He watched the ball's trajectory with great tension.
Fortunately, the football grazed the post and flew out of bounds, only giving the opponent a corner kick! "Ah!"
"Clap clap clap clap...!"
First, a burst of exclamations rang out on the field, some marveling at Maël's ability to break through from the wing and complete the shot, others marveling at Neuer's reaction Speed.
Immediately afterward, fans from both sides began to applaud, applauding the wonderful performance brought by the two players, expressing their respect.
Maël lost his balance the moment he shot, but thankfully his Coordination was good, and he stabilized himself after taking a step back.
He shook his head slightly, glanced at Boateng, who had just put pressure on him. Boateng happened to be looking over, and the two habitually extended their right hands and slapped palms.
Only Badstuber ran over from behind in a disheveled state, feeling like the sky was falling as he watched his teammate still in the mood to exchange pleasantries with the opponent.
You're all showing mutual appreciation on the field, and I'm the only one getting blown past, right?
On the sidelines, Heynckes saw Maël's repeated explosions on the left wing, hesitated for a moment, and then went to the bench.
"Alaba! Warm up, go up and try in the second half, seize this opportunity!"
He was preparing to bring on the young player Alaba. Although this player didn't have much experience in high-level leagues, his Speed and explosiveness were excellent, and his ability to withstand physical contact was very strong. It was possible that he would have a chance to limit Maël.
"Okay."
Alaba stood up from the bench and came to the edge of the field with some surprise. He knew that if he performed well in this game, he would likely get some opportunities in the new season.
He glanced at Maël on the field, and he didn't feel too scared. Maël was a talented and brilliant player, and so was he!
Their positions happened to match up, and perhaps, the collision between the two geniuses on the left wing could create some wonderful moments.
While dreaming such dreams, Alaba suddenly heard a commotion coming from the fan area near him. Someone noticed him, their eyes lit up, and they started chatting with the people around them.
"He looks like Liu Xing."
"Really? Hey... a bit, just a bit darker."
"Hahaha, is this a German? Bayern's Liu Xing, so funny!"
Alaba couldn't understand, and looking at their expressions, he thought they were praising him, so he smiled and waved to the fans.
"Bang!!"
At this moment, Ramsey took a corner kick for Arsenal, the football curling towards the goal with an inward arc.
In the center, Koscielny and Badstuber were locked together. In this header contest, Badstuber finally regained his footing. He suppressed Koscielny and headed the ball towards the center.
"Push up! Raise it!"
Bayern captain Lahm waved his hand, signaling his teammates to come out of the penalty area, but he immediately saw his teammates standing still, and someone desperately slid to the side to block.
"Bang!!"
In the middle, Maël, who had stopped the ball one meter away from his side, swung his arms, folded his thigh back to the extreme, and used all his strength to shoot the ball towards the far corner of the goal.
The football quickly darted into Bayern's crowded penalty area, causing countless Bayern players to scramble to block it.
"Clang!" But the football still slammed hard into the post, and rebounded rapidly towards a diagonal position, smashing into the very center of the goal.
Neuer's head was directly in front of the side netting, which trembled violently, but he himself stood rooted to the spot, making no reaction.
"Oh," Bayern captain Lahm sighed softly, turned his head to look at Maël, and then met the dazed expressions of his teammates.
"Wow! Wow!!" Another wave of sonic booms erupted in the stadium, and Arsenal fans in the country frantically stood up from their seats, waving their hands.
The Bayern players recovered from their stunned state and once again synchronously lowered their heads and walked towards the center circle, they had no choice but to accept this goal.
Many of them couldn't help but cast their eyes on Maël, who was sprinting towards the sidelines to celebrate, looking at his back, thinking of his age... the shock in their hearts came in wave after wave.
"Yeah!"
Maël roared for the second time as he came to the sidelines, his whole body boiling with excitement, every hair on his body seemed to stand on end, and a kind of tingling sensation appeared all over him.
At this moment, the cheers of the Workers' Stadium rose for him alone!
He used a wonderful World Wave goal, with the Bayern players collectively serving as the backdrop, as his best 18th birthday gift! "Maël!"
"Wait for us!"
"Happy birthday, kid!"
"You're going to be famous now!"
The Arsenal teammates ran up, and seeing Maël, who had scored a goal in his debut, they all showed admiring looks, praising his performance.
Alexandre Song came a little later, seeing Maël become the focus of people's attention with his youthful face, seeing him in his prime, full of vigor... his whole body suddenly spasmed, and his face was slightly distorted.
Why hadn't he experienced this feeling when he was young? ps: Got up late today, there may be another update after twelve o'clock, don't wait brothers, there will be three chapters when you get up tomorrow morning.
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