Chapter 670 6: One Man Is the Golden Generation! The New Song of Ma'el! Flying God Sword Cuts Through Ukraine!

Pierce: "..."

It felt like a rush of dark blood surged to his heart, leaving him sitting silently for a long time, then he laughed in utter speechlessness... How could anyone be so shameless?

Really talking about hiding the Long Shot?

"Is this something a coach should hide? Ma'el's Long Shot may be impressive, but it's just an occasional goal, using it as a tactic."

"It's not occasional, he scored 23 goals from outside the box last season, what did England hide?"

"We, we... Thank you, that's the end of the press conference!"

"..."

Meanwhile, in the France team's locker room, the players gathered in a circle and were jumping around.

"Ei...Ei...Ei.....!!"

A European Cup victory is certainly different from a league win.

With 16 teams playing the cup matches, from the group stage to the ultimately rewarding championship, it's just 6 matches.

It signifies that every win is a milestone, a step forward, deserving of a celebratory outburst!

"Wait! It's my turn to perform!"

Sagna suddenly stretched out a hand to signal everyone to pause, he stood on a table, grabbing a bottle of mineral water as a microphone.

The photographers from Football Record quickly turned their cameras towards him, knowing Sagna was about to perform a new Song of Ma'el.

"Ding ding ding ding.....!"

He started establishing his rhythm for himself, and once he'd brought his dancing moves into play, he joyfully began: "The charming young man, miraculous feet...! Lethal Long Shot like a bullet and crazy Header...!

"He's on fire! You have no choice but to watch him in admiration...!"

He mixed French and English, bringing quite a rhythmic melody, "Hey now.....! Full speed ahead! Strive for victory! Because no one shines like you!

"There's only one Leon... Ma'el!"

"Ohhhh.....!" Cheers and applause resonated in the locker room, everyone's emotions were stirred by Sagna.

Ma'el felt a bit embarrassed, blushing in place, even though it was what he wanted, hearing Sagna's new song about him for the first time in front of so many people was quite shameful.

"Hey now.....!" The entire France team quickly joined in singing, and the locker room fell completely into a celebratory atmosphere.

Listening along, Ma'el also felt the rhythm within and joined everyone in singing and dancing.

He remembered the first time he heard the 'Bugatti' song, it seemed like the same reaction, but he gradually grew accustomed to it.

A long time ago, hoping that just like how that song accompanied his conquest of the Premier League, this song could accompany his conquest of the European Cup!

Deschamps soon walked in, watching everyone singing with a smile, waiting for the crowd to quiet down before speaking: "Off tomorrow! Return by noon the day after tomorrow!"

"Yes.....!" The players of the France team jumped in excitement once again, quickly heading into the bath to shower and change clothes, then sprinting outside to join their spouse teams.

"France team beats England 2-0! Ma'el scores twice! Temporarily sitting alone at the top of the European Cup scorer list!" — L'Equipe

"....."

"Ukraine surprises with a 2-1 victory against Sweden! Shevchenko doubles! Shares the top scorer spot with Ma'el! Sweden and England's chances of advancing become tense!" — Poland Sports

...

"Yeah.....!"

At night, on the streets of Warsaw, Ma'el saw Isabella rushing toward him from afar, and once she got close, she jumped onto him with a leap.

"Today was great!"

Isabella must have been waiting for him for a long time, her little face full of joy at the moment, "I'll reward you well tonight, I bought a new kind of clothes."

Ma'el's eyes flickered, he held her legs in his hands, walked a few steps forward and said: "Alright, let's take a stroll then head back."

A wave of happiness surged to his heart, although it's not the first time winning a game and having a beauty accompany him, the emotion does not diminish.

After experiencing different times, different tournaments, he always gets enchanted by the mental haven Isabella provides him... just like seeing the same person in different outfits.

Isabella quickly jumped down, sparing Ma'el from carrying too much burden, understanding that rest is needed and to use when necessary.

The two walked hand in hand, occasionally stealing kisses, occasionally chasing each other, leisurely strolling along the streets of Warsaw.

This city is extremely beautiful, filled with classic European architecture, a typical ancient city.

Ma'el had little impression of this place in his past life, only knowing the name from a game called Mount and Blade.... naturally, this time, he needed to explore and mark new footsteps.

As a football player aiming to be an international superstar, he knows he'll go to many places in the future, witnessing various sceneries.

Strolling with Isabella, buying a few things, they lay on a bench in the park chatting for a while before heading home.

Isabella opened the hotel door and switched off the lights, and when she emerged smiling from the bathroom, she was already in a black slit dress, enticingly making breaths hasten and blood rush.

"You must be tired from the day? I'll give you a full-body massage."

"Sounds good."

"....."

"Alright, turn around, now it's my turn to massage you."

[Level 2...]

After waking up the next day, the two went wild again, then cozily stayed in bed watching the second round matches of the European Cup Group A.

The match that started first was Greece vs Czech Republic, the opening was unexpected with the Czech Republic scoring 2 goals within the first 10 minutes.

However, until the end of the match, those were the only goals, with neither side managing to score for the remainder of the game.

Next came the second match of Group A, where hosts Poland and Russia drew, both gaining one point.