Chapter 833 - 14: Anfield vs Liverpool! The Strongest ’Goal Achievement’ in History! Wenger’s Bold Declaration!

But unexpectedly, Glen Johnson slipped his arms through under his armpits, using his arm strength to clamp him and push him aside.

Ma’el, caught off guard, almost got thrown to the ground. After stabilizing his center of gravity, he realized he might not be able to chest-trap the ball, so he stepped forward, intending to head it to Van Persie, who was in position to respond in the center.

But just as he took a step forward, he felt Glen Johnson’s right arm switch from a clamp to a bear hug, pulling him backward.

"I got it!!"

A shout rang out, and Skrtel, the Liverpool defender in the center, rushed over and headed the ball toward Arsenal’s half, clearing it.

"Ah...!" Ma’el with a helpless smile spread his hands towards the referee, shouting: "Can’t you see? No foul?!"

Seeing the referee shake his head, he understood that Glen Johnson’s right hand was probably in the referee’s blind spot, so he had to swallow this small loss.

"Skrtel clears the ball! Ma’el seems to be complaining to the referee, and here’s Arteta with a header interception in midfield, sending the ball back into Liverpool’s half!"

"The broadcast camera is switching back and forth, making one’s eyes dizzy."

"Shahin is at the drop point, stretching his leg to hook the ball, didn’t jump high enough! A mistake! The ball is back under Ma’el’s control!"

"....."

On the field, Ma’el saw Shahin’s clearance mistake in front of him and the ball coming directly towards him, his eyes brightened, and he quickly turned his body in the direction of the attack along with the ball.

Before turning, he was slightly worried. If Glen Johnson pressed up now, he might not have time to react.

But after turning around and seeing Glen Johnson retreating, a smile appeared on his lips. The opponent seems a bit afraid of being passed, choosing to hold his position first since Ma’el is still far from the goal.

And just then, while deliberately watching Glen Johnson, he noticed Reina’s positioning in the goal seemed too far forward.

"Boom!!"

Without any hesitation, as soon as he saw this scene, even he hadn’t reacted, his right leg spiral-folded in muscle memory, striking the ball with a long-distance aerial shot.

Lob shot!

Also a long-range aerial shot!!

This is a scene that no one had time to react to. Ma’el was nearly 40 meters from the goal, shouldn’t he first control the high ball.... Why the rush to shoot?

Just like that, everyone’s eyes followed the ball flying with an erratic trajectory toward the goal, soon seeing Reina diving out, and then falling to the ground.

"Swish!" At the last moment, the ball smashed into the upper right corner of the goal, sticking perfectly in the top corner.

The goal is in!

One to zero!

"Yeahhhh...!!"

"It’s in this time! Ma’el, an otherworldly screamer! Another miracle goal! Ohhh... at least a third of his career goals are screamers, right? Maybe more?

"Arsenal leads Liverpool one-nil away! This isn’t surprising, only the way Ma’el scored is!"

"....."

On the field, Ma’el sprinted to the sideline, making a charging fist pump, then turned and high-fived his teammates with a smile.

Fourth goal in the Premier League!

"Pop.....!"

On the sideline, Wenger and Philip paused their conversation, smiling as they high-fived heavily, as if sensing this might be an unusual game.

"Beep!!"

The game restarts, Liverpool’s players seem accustomed to conceding goals, showing little psychological turmoil.

"Bam...pop.....!"

minutes later, Kyle Walker made a solid intercept in the backfield, winning a violent toe-to-toe clash with Borini, getting possession without fouling.

"Boom...boom..."

He dribbled the ball toward Liverpool’s backfield, constantly looking for a chance to pass to Ma’el.

Unfortunately, there were too many defenders marking, he couldn’t find a way to pass the ball, so he continued dribbling upward.

Ma’el also noticed Kyle Walker was about to join the attack, instinctively moving toward the center to give him space to maneuver.

"Bang!"

After more than 10 seconds, Kyle Walker finally stumbled past Glen Johnson and, with his less dominant left foot, sent a cross toward the center.

The ball was fast and had significant curvature, but its quality was not high..... clearly flying behind all the players ready to strike, none in the right position to head it in.

"Ah...." Many Arsenal fans were already lamenting, but suddenly saw Ma’el lean forward, his left foot rising from behind to hook in front.

The regrets stopped abruptly, and everyone’s breath held at once, time seemingly slowed.

"Scrape!!"

Ma’el’s left heel gently scraped the ball, just barely enough to change its path.

The cross itself had considerable force. With his touch, it accelerated towards the goal, slipping into the net before the defenders could react, "Swish!"

"Come on.....!"

After flicking the ball, Ma’el almost lost his balance, running a few steps towards the sideline to steady himself. Seeing the ball in the net, he didn’t stop, spreading his arms wide in a victorious shout, speeding up his run.

From everyone else’s perspective, it seemed like he shot with his heel and ran to the sideline, stylishly celebrating in advance, successfully pulling it off!

"Aaaahhhh.....!!" The Arsenal fans erupted in cheers again, with these 2 goals, you could say victory was almost certain.

"The ball is in again! Two to zero!! It’s Ma’el again! Scorpion kick miracle goal!! He’s simply amazing!!