Chapter 673 - 7: Securing Group Qualification! New Market Value and a New Era Arrive! Ma’el Powers Arsenal at the European Cup! (Part 2)

"Nearly 60 minutes have passed, and we can clearly see that France’s raw strength is still stronger than Ukraine’s, but the latter can still cause trouble with their simple attack routines.

"Let’s take another look at this goal... Oh, haha, the organizers are replaying Ma’el’s goal from the first half.

"This is undoubtedly the best goal of this round, and it might be the best goal of the tournament!

"As for its contenders, there might be only one, and that’s Ma’el’s own incredible goal exceeding 230km/h. He’s truly a connoisseur of miracle goals."

"....."

"Ma’el passes a penetrating ball to Benzema in the middle! Benzema shields the ball, Menez is coming up from the right!

"Back heel pass! Beautiful!! The Real Madrid superstar showcases his creativity, Menez enters the penalty area, can he extend the lead?

"The goalkeeper charges out, Menez opts for a lob shot, the ball flies into the far corner of the net! He’s so composed!

"Menez scores the first goal of this tournament, putting France ahead 2-0, with 6 points from 2 matches in sight!"

"....."

On the field, as Menez runs to the sideline to celebrate with Deschamps, the other France team members catch up with smiles.

Their joy overflows from their bodies, as if they are connected, forming a massive field of celebration.

Ukraine’s captain Sheva again stands with hands on hips, lowering his head, staring silently at the green turf.

The blow against him wasn’t over, 14 minutes later, Ma’el connects with Benzema again, the latter returns a pass, setting up Nasri’s cannon.

"Bang!!"

Nasri’s low shot penetrates the closing space between Ukraine defenders Gusev and Mejalyuk, and darts into the bottom right corner of the goal, "Swish!"

The goalkeeper is interfered with by the vision of the two defenders, making an effective save impossible.

Three to zero!

A major victory for France is imminent!

"Folala.....!"

In the backdrop of the dark blue-clad French celebrating wildly, the yellow-clad Ukrainians completely abandon resistance, either sitting or lying on the spot.

Even Shevchenko crouches near the center circle arc, no longer fetching the ball, no longer encouraging his teammates.

Ukraine’s head coach immediately makes a substitution as a sign of surrender, pulling off a winger to bring on a defender, hoping the France team gives them some face at their home ground.

Deschamps withdraws Benzema and Meks in the 75th minute, replacing them with Giroud and young defender Varane, signaling a retreat.

Ma’el also begins to slow down, having already won, there’s no need to continue sparring with Ukraine; it’s best to safely see out the remaining time.

"Bang!"

In the 89th minute, just before the fourth official raised the stoppage time board, during a chase back, he cut off Shevchenko’s ball and turned to prepare a pass toward Giroud.

At that moment, he saw a strong leg sweeping toward the ball beneath his foot from behind, seemingly determined to knock him down if it couldn’t take the ball away.

Shevchenko?

He frowned slightly, thinking the opponent might not be able to accept losing 3 goals at their home, feeling heated.

"Pop!"

Ma’el lowered his center of gravity and lifted the ball, then braced his body, tensing his legs, using the side muscles of his calf to withstand this fierce kick.

There was no way, he couldn’t avoid this move... If he were to charge straight forward, shifting his center of gravity forward, he might be directly knocked to the ground, risking injury.

"Bang bang.....!"

Feeling the pain in his leg, his temper flared too, dribbling the ball to the midfield and making an attacking stance before the referee blew the whistle for the foul.

He respects the Ukrainian legendary superstar, but once encountered on the field, with sparks flying, he must strive for a counterattack in his own way.

The referee hesitates for a moment, seeing Ma’el surge forward, he removes the whistle already placed in his mouth.

Shevchenko’s eyes show surprise, for one, he didn’t expect Ma’el not to fall, experiencing the young player’s power personally, and for another, he didn’t expect him to keep attacking.

"Thump thump thump!"

He knows what Ma’el is thinking and starts running to chase him.

Ma’el glances back while running and notices that although Sheva is of advanced age, his speed isn’t slow, taking him more seriously.

"Thump... thump!"

Reaching the midfield, he kicks the ball to Nasri and then continues to sprint for the ball, the latter also returns the ball, making a one-two play.

Ukraine’s central and defensive players, after a game, are already exhausted, and now can’t keep up with Ma’el.

With just this one-two, the midfield’s defensive line becomes useless, allowing Ma’el to easily break through.

"Oh.....!!" France team fans, seeing the chance for another goal, stand up from their seats, waving their arms, they don’t care about ending the attack, they just want more goals.

Ma’el charges in front of the opponent’s defensive line step by step, initially intending to revisit the one-two with Giroud, but the opponent’s defenders are much more vigilant than the midfielders.

"Thump." Giroud, upon receiving the ball, can only pass it back again, not daring to pass forward.

Ma’el’s brain responds quickly, draws the bow and shoots, his right foot aiming at the center of the ball as if to unleash a signature powerful shot.

"Slash!" The Ukraine defenders execute sliding tackles or leap up, using every possible block tactic.

"Bang....!"

Just before the shot, Ma’el instantly retracts the action, masterfully dribbles the ball into the penalty area, then uses explosive speed to outrun three Ukrainian defenders.