Chapter 802 8: Fighting Side by Side! First-Ever Four Goals! Lifting the Community Shield Cup! The English Football Grand Slam Nears!

In the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu along with commentators from other countries stood up together, exclaiming: "A genius goal!! Earth-shattering!! This is a miracle!!"

"I remember Liu Jiayuan once said during the European Cup that Ma'el's 45-meter wonder goal was a Puskás Award contender!

"But I want to say, in terms of spectacle and difficulty, that goal absolutely cannot compare to this one!

"This is entirely a street football move! Even in Brazil, in Morocco's street football, I have never seen such a dazzling move!"

"....."

When Zhan Jun finished speaking, Zhang Lu quickly added: "Such a goal, I suppose can only be seen in the soccer comics of Young General.

"Ma'el has made history! At the same time, this is his second hat-trick in a final, scoring 3 goals in both of England Football's finals!"

"....."

On the field, amidst the stunned silence of Chelsea players, were the lively reactions of Arsenal players.

Cazorla stopped running, knelt down holding his head, then got up trembling with excitement as he looked at Ma'el.

Others jumped up punching the air, some spread their arms and ran towards Ma'el.

Van Persie was sprinting towards the goal ready to follow up, but his eyes were drawn by Ma'el's graceful move, and in a blink, he found himself near the goal line.

His emotions also peaked, a strong urge to vent surged in his heart, causing him to jump up and hang from the crossbar, swaying back and forth.

Seated by the goal line, Cech watched his bewildering behavior, his eyes revealing a profound sense of helplessness.

Van Persie seemed to feel it too, he awkwardly jumped down from the crossbar, exchanged a glance with Cech, then ran towards Ma'el.

Cech: "..."

Is this madness?!!

By the sideline, Ma'el felt a tingling sensation spread throughout his body, a manifestation of extreme excitement and pleasure.

He succeeded!

Another hat-trick!

A hat-trick following a penalty miss, especially in such a manner, he believed this match would absolutely be counted as one of his classic games!

The dopamine surging crazily in his brain seemed to numb his mind, leaving his face expressionless, unable to think of any celebration moves.

Not coming up with anything, he simply decided not to think.....he spread his arms into the sky, feeling the breeze and heat of Wembley Stadium between his fingers, just as he had spun his legs in the air a moment ago.

"Click.....!" The photographers on the sidelines pressed their shutters to capture the moment, knowing that the photos taken at this time would surely be widely used as posters of football stars.

Imprinting on the memory of this generation of fans, even on the history of football.

People would use it to commemorate such a spectacular goal, to celebrate Ma'el's first match after his 19th birthday.

"Vamos.....!!"

Ma'el's roar then echoed throughout the entire southeast stand, Chelsea fans on the terrace watched him in a daze, no longer raising their middle fingers, no longer mocking.

Slowly, some began to clap, which quickly spread to more Chelsea fans, applauding for their derby opponents, "Clap clap clap.....!"

This was heartfelt admiration, losing to a player like this, they could accept it.

"You keep yelling that you want to become the god of soccer, heaven.....you aren't truly the incarnation of the soccer god, are you?"

Gilbert was the first to run up and jump on Ma'el's back, excitedly saying: "Cazorla picked a chance for eternal fame, oh, how I wish it was me who assisted that goal!"

Ma'el turned around and embraced him tightly, this being their first hug wearing Arsenal fan colors on the official match field.

In this special scene, with special emotions and familiar celebration scenes, their eyes became slightly moist.

They wouldn't go seeking Fabregas for a specific counterattack trip anymore, with that time, it would be better to enjoy this moment.....or rather, scoring such a goal is the best response to the opposite side.

...

"Beep!"

After the restart, the game had entered the 85th minute, judging from the continuity of the second half, this match shouldn't have more than 2 minutes of injury time.

Chelsea fans began to leave the stadium, clearly understanding that if bad luck doesn't have the heart to hit Ma'el who made such a dazzling move, then a comeback isn't likely after a goal like this from the opponent.

Yes, they originally believed their team could turn the tide at any moment, but not now.

Ma'el has been showing through actions that in his first official match donning the captain's armband, he will lift a championship trophy.

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

"I have a friend, he drives a Bugatti on the sideline, dances the swan dance on the defensive line!"

"Aha...! Ma-ehl...! Ma-ehl.....!"

The Arsenal fans also lost interest in the match, standing up and clapping their hands, singing the Song of Ma'el with smiles, just waiting for ultimate victory.

Ma'el brought them an extremely strong feeling, indicating he would continue and surpass last season's performance, leading Arsenal to greater heights!

Perhaps this hope might fall through, but at least now, they want to believe!

"Na na na...na na na na.....!"

The fans then turned their backs to the field, shoulder to shoulder, singing and dancing joyfully, immersed in the carnival Ma'el brought them.

"Pow...!"

On the field, as Fabregas drifted off during an attack and got intercepted by Arteta, all Chelsea players lost any fighting spirit, their legs moving numbly.