Chapter 798: Fighting Side by Side! First Four-Goal Haul! Lifting the Community Shield Cup!! English Football Grand Slam Within Reach!

Chapter 798: Chapter 8: Fighting Side by Side! First Four-Goal Haul! Lifting the Community Shield Cup!! English Football Grand Slam Within Reach!

Inside Chelsea’s penalty area, the players all looked bewildered as they watched Ma’el celebrating, with many helplessly spreading their hands in complaint.

After the initial disappointment and loneliness, a sense of humiliation immediately appeared in many people’s hearts and gradually intensified.

Especially those who had mocked Ma’el after missing the penalty, seeing the disdain in his eyes and the indifference in his actions, felt even more ashamed.

Ribery glanced around and finally fixed his gaze on Fabregas’s face, shouting angrily, “Release the ball earlier from that position just now, what were you thinking?”

Fabregas had his own reasons, raising his shoulders high as he complained, “Everyone’s standing like corpses without moving, where am I supposed to pass it to? Should I pass to the opposing goalkeeper?”

Benzema quickly ran back and separated the arguing duo; most of the time, he remained calm during the game, occasionally making huge mistakes.

Thus, the three of the Avengers Alliance gathered, looking at each other near the penalty line.

“Three consecutive drop points, can’t get a single one?!”

Blares of Benitez’s scolds echoed around them, “And those trailing back, why stop near the penalty line without following further, are you acting out a play with yourself?”

“Follow through! Go compete for that drop point! Or else you might as well rest up front from the beginning!”

Roars rose, making them flush with embarrassment, coupled with the deafening noise from fans that made their minds increasingly unclear.

As new arrivals this season, the trio knew very well what this match meant for them and Chelsea.

Before the match, they were full of ambition, hoping to change their career shrouded in gloom and to reverse the momentum, aiming to sound the counterattack horn against Ma’el and Arsenal.

Yet the current predicament and bewilderment were actually tearing apart the courage they had painstakingly gathered.

Ma’el was still the same Ma’el, even stronger than before… Even when they united, they felt insignificant and powerless in his presence!

“Start the ball now!”

Benzema knew they couldn’t remain trapped in self-denial, which would only make them more insecure, leading to even greater jokes.

He ran to the goal to retrieve the ball, with the other two turning to the center circle, adjusting their mindset to continue fighting.

Though the trio didn’t want to accept the external title of the Avengers Alliance, they clearly understood… Their gathering at Lan Bridge absolutely had Ma’el’s influence.

And the fans didn’t care whether they acknowledged it; as the public opinion leaned in that direction, they would inevitably be compared to the opposition.

Individual data falling short of Ma’el seemed predetermined, leaving them to strive for collective victory, for the ultimate Premier League and other cup victories.

Or rather, ensure that by season’s end, their combined data isn’t lower than Ma’el’s alone.

That would truly become a joke.

“Beep beep…!”

Before the restart, the referee pointed to the player tunnel near the field as a substitution was about to happen.

Fabregas glanced in that direction, seeing Gilbert wearing Ma’el’s former number 31 standing there, doing abdominal jumps for the final warm-up, ready to play.

To him, this was an ‘old acquaintance,’ adding a few reflective glances at the corners of his eyes, as if recalling the past.

However, clearly those memories weren’t pleasant; rather, they were accompanied by real pain.

“Number 31 Gilbert comes on, Number 9 Giroud off!”

“Clap clap…!”

The on-site DJ announcer reported the substitution, and the fans sent a round of applause to Giroud, who had played nearly 70 minutes as a starter, and encouragement to the debuting youth team graduate.

Giroud jogged off the field, remaining quite satisfied with his Arsenal competitive debut performance.

“Clap…!”

Arriving at the sideline, he high-fived Gilbert, patted his head, then smiled.

“Thud thud thud…!”

Gilbert breathed rapidly, sprinting onto the field, gesturing a three towards midfield teammates, indicating a shift to a 4-3-3 formation.

His face clearly showed curiosity and excitement for everything on the field, and once expressed, he turned to seek Ma’el’s figure, eyes filled with an unstoppable smile and pride.

An entire leap year, 366 days of external training, countless drops of sweat shed!

Finally, it allowed him to stand on the top stage in an Arsenal first-team jersey, fight alongside the good brother he debuted with, competing together at the mother club for top-flight championship!

The joy and comfort in all of this are hard for others to understand, and difficult for him to express.

He just felt an internal satisfaction, that his brain was so happy, as if all those past rehearsals were for the moment’s eruption.

On the front left side, Ma’el kept watching him, and at this moment when he turned around, displayed a knowing smile.

These two who relied on each other in Cherry Street, anxiously desiring to shine at Bramall Lane, perhaps never imagined their reunion would be at Wembley Stadium.

Having suffered many hardships from vicious Championship players, now, on the Community Shield Cup finals stage, amid a crowd of top players, battling for the championship!

“Beep!!”