Chapter 832 - 14: Battle at Anfield Against Liverpool! The Strongest ’Goal Achievement’ in History! Wenger’s Bold Declaration! (Part 2)

Fortunately, at the last moment, the right center-back Agger followed quickly and stabbed the ball away first.

"Hoo..." Rodgers secretly let out a long sigh of relief, pretending to scratch his head to wipe the sweat from his temples.

"Snap!"

On the field, Ma’el’s shooting foot couldn’t be retracted in time and kicked Agger’s left leg, causing the latter to fall to the ground in pain, holding his leg, "Ah...!"

With a face full of regret and apology, he patted Agger twice before walking away, leaving him to the Liverpool team doctor.

Turning to look at the goal guarded by Reina, feeling how close he was to scoring just now, he raised his hands and rubbed his face, trying to become more alert and focused while also easing his sense of frustration.

The human heart is made of flesh and blood; no one can always maintain an optimistic mindset. When the direct feeling of a missed opportunity strikes, everyone experiences a brief period of loss.

The difference between top players and ordinary players might just be the buffer time for feelings of loss and the frequency of getting back up and moving forward!

Ma’el knows he must not just be someone with brute strength; he must cultivate an ever-stronger heart himself to accelerate his growth and support him on the path to new levels earlier.

He is very confident in this because, in previous training, he has already honed his heart to be exceptionally resilient, providing a very good foundation.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

Continuing to move, Ma’el gave a thumbs up to Cazorla who had just passed him the ball. The cooperation between the two of them was becoming increasingly tacit, hoping for more new opportunities for collaborative goals.

"A good attempt, although it didn’t hit in the end, it definitely gave the Liverpool fans a scare!

"Coming from Ma’el’s signature cut-in, when he shot, my eyes were already glancing at the goal... There’s no other way, his threat is just too great."

In the broadcast booth, Zhan Junjie looked at Ma’el who, after rubbing his face, had once again perked up and was running energetically, and said, inspired, "However, in the sport of football, no matter how outstanding a player is, his failed attempts definitely outnumber his successful ones.

"With 22 different individuals, each in varying conditions, different turf, weather, and stadium atmosphere, among other things, it means it’s full of countless uncertainties and variables.

"Your teammates, your opponents, and a part of yourself are all unpredictable.

"No matter how brilliant one person is, the portion he can control is very small. All he can do is maximize his success rate within his controllable range.

"But it should be understood that even if this success rate is high, it’s not just a simple percentage problem; it must be looked at over 90 minutes, or even stretched across an entire season.

"No one can guarantee scoring a goal every three shots, nor can anyone guarantee succeeding in six out of every ten breakthroughs.

"Sometimes, you might miss 15 shots in a row; and there are times when you hit three of four consecutive attempts."

"..."

Off the field, Wenger stood calmly in front of the bench, watching the field with great confidence and an expectant look for a goal.

After winning the best coach award, it’s like he has opened a new Chapter in his life... Everyone hopes at this moment to maintain joy with one phase victory after another.

"Philip."

He called out to the assistant coach beside him, smiling, "If we win all the first three rounds, should we try rotating the lineup for the fourth round? Anyway, the opponent is Southampton."

"Ah?" Philip’s face showed concern, "Wouldn’t that be a bit risky? We still have two records to strive for, what if we lose one game..."

Wenger shook his head with a laugh, "Haha, when we discussed signing them, did we think about bringing them in just to lose?"

Seeing Philip momentarily stunned, he continued to chuckle, "Have confidence in the players. We’ll have to use them this season sooner or later. If they lose to Southampton, then it just means some opportunity hasn’t yet arrived.

"If we want more, we must be a bit braver and train them to adapt to all major competitions early.

"Otherwise, in the later stages of the season, there will be even less time for practice, and making choices then... will be as difficult as last season."

Philip, after hearing this, felt it made some sense, thoughtfully nodding his head.

The two of them stood on the sidelines, talking about some matters regarding the club afterward, looking relaxed.

This complacency isn’t to blame, as from the early stages of the game, present-day Liverpool is in a period of reform, with a strength around mid-table in the Premier League.

Faced with Arsenal’s luxurious forward line suppression, they have almost no significant means of counteraction.

This tranquility lasted until the 32nd minute of the game when many fans were yawning, thinking this was another ’typical Arsenal’ match.

"Bang!"

In the 33rd minute, Gerrard unleashed a long shot from outside the Arsenal penalty area, the ball being blocked with a shoulder by Thiago Silva, flew out towards the right side of the penalty area.

There, the young Sagna and Sterling charged towards the position where the ball was landing, both having several confrontations before even touching the ball, causing both to stumble in the end.

"Bang!"

Sagna had long noticed that Sterling’s center of gravity was low, fearing the opponent would adjust first and take the ball to break through their penalty area, he threw his body into the air, a acrobatic double kick to clear the ball towards the front area.

On the left flank, Ma’el and Glen Johnson were both positioned at the ball’s landing spot, he looked behind with some confidence, wanting to chest the ball down while using his body to lean on the opponent.