Chapter 811: What, a Goal Drought?! Opening Success! Classic Celebration Returns! Major Signing Officially Arrives!

This kind of play is obviously not the style they dreamed of as children, and it brings them no joy at all.

But as a mid-table team facing a league giant like Arsenal, if they want to earn points, they must swallow their pride and wait for those possible 3-4 counterattack opportunities, 1-2 scoring chances.

“…..”

“This time Giroud has the ball, passes to Van Persie! General Fan’s low shot!! The ball is in!! The ball is still in!

“In the 37th minute of the match, Arsenal took the lead with one to zero!

“The Sunderland Team focused their defensive game too much on the flanks, letting Van Persie and Giroud loose in the middle; the two just now went two against one with John O’Shea!

“A very sudden goal! This renders all Sunderland’s defensive efforts over the past few minutes futile!

“This also symbolizes the kick-off goal for Arsenal’s new Premier League season! I wonder if General Fan will have a chance to compete with Ma’el for the Golden Boot!”

“…..”

On the pitch, Giroud, who provided the assist, couldn’t help but run to the sidelines, but he didn’t forget the moment’s main character, still turning his head every few steps to wait for Van Persie.

“Come on…..!”

Van Persie soon caught up and jumped on his back, waving his fists above his broad shoulders.

“Whoa…!” Ma’el followed, bursting forward to leap and stack on Van Persie, causing Giroud to buckle slowly to the ground under the weight.

The other Arsenal players came over and joined in stacking up like a pagoda, celebrating within a circle of less than four meters in diameter.

“Clap…!”

On the sidelines, Wenger gleefully exchanged a high-five with Philip, and waved his hand toward a certain spot in the stands.

Today he brought his wife and daughter to watch together, hoping they could see the new outlook in this new stage of his life.

On the other side, the Sunderland Team players walked toward the center circle arc, resigned to the outcome, yet not entirely surprised.

“Beep!”

The match resumed, and the Sunderland Team players began tentatively attacking outward.

However, they remained cautious, each probe only adding one or two more players than the last, never fully committing forward.

Everyone knows that a small team getting thrashed by a big team often starts with the urgency to equalize the score….. As veterans of last season, the Sunderland Team must avoid such situations.

However, when they dedicated six players to the attacking squad in the 44th minute, Arsenal quickly hit them with a heavy blow.

“Gervinho’s defensive interception! Sebastian tries to pull back and stop his counterattack, falls and passes! Hands the ball to the returning Van Persie!

“Transition to Giroud! Again it’s Ma’el with the ball! But this time the defensive numbers in Sunderland Team’s backfield are clearly insufficient!

“Ma’el, getting past Craig! Then bursting past Quintero….. Oh, oh… pulling back heel strike! Another fancy move, the middle is open, to take a shot or pass!

“Opting to pass to Giroud! No problem this time! Giroud scores Arsenal’s first goal in the official match, assisted by Ma’el!”

“…..”

“Yeahhh…..!!”

On the field, amidst the excitement, Giroud ecstatically pointed at Ma’el, sprinting to the sideline but not rushing to embrace, first doing a knee slide to leave a strong impression on Arsenal fans.

After getting up, he came to Ma’el’s side, “Right at your feet! Scoring in the first round, 10 goals seem promising!”

“That goal is too small!”

Ma’el smiled, spreading his arms for a high-five. Although he was eagerly looking forward to his first Premier League goal, he understood that the journey must be taken step by step, knowing he’ll go far is enough.

“Last season in Ligue 1 Montpellier you had 21 goals and 12 assists, almost averaging a goal per game.”

He gently tapped Giroud on the back of the head, encouraging, “This season at Arsenal, you also have to strive for it.”

“That goal is a bit too big.” Giroud shook his head humbly, but finally said hopefully, “However, with you and Van Persie by my side, double tens seem doable.”

“Go for it…..!” The two embraced tightly, celebrating together the new season Premier League’s first collective data contribution.

“Beep! Beep——!” The referee soon blew the whistle ending the first half, and the players returned to the player tunnel to rest.

As Wenger left the field, he cheerfully waved to his wife and daughter in the stands.

With a two to zero lead, it can be said that victory in this match is quite stable, the first win of the new season is right before us!

Winning this match, he intended to take his wife and daughter, who had silently accompanied him, out for a good meal and toast a couple of glasses in celebration, also praying with them, hoping the team keeps on winning.

In the stands, Wenger’s wife, Annie, stood to greet Wenger, while his daughter Leia sat beside clapping foolishly.

“Mom.” Leia suddenly looked up after a while, asking puzzledly, “Why hasn’t Ma’el scored yet? When I watch on TV, he always scores?”

“Haha…..” Annie couldn’t help but laugh, raising her head, “Silly child, it’s only been 45 minutes, that’s too short a time, no one can guarantee a goal every 45 minutes.”

“Oh.” Leia nodded in naïve understanding, still not completely grasping the situation.

“You often play basketball with mom, let me use that as an example for you.”

In her youth, Annie was a member of France’s Olympic basketball team, thus loving the sport and frequently taking her daughter to watch games, “It’s like asking him not only to score 30+ points every game but also at least 9+ points each quarter.”