"Another World Wave!! The peerless Maël has completed a Brace in the semi-finals! In just 42 minutes, he has scored 2 goals!"
"He is skilled at Outside of the Foot Shots, and he paints the most beautiful arc in the European Cup, like a shooting star across the night sky!!"
"Three to one! The French Team fans can't hold back any longer. Shortly after Germany narrowed the score gap, Maël extended the lead to 2 goals again!"
"The finals seem to be waving in front of them! They can already faintly hear the Matador Legion music echoing in their ears!!"
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"Ciel! Ciel!!"
Deschamps on the sidelines proudly waved his right arm, enthusiastically greeting the French Team fans in the stands.
Penetrating the Germany defense three times in the first half, and returning to the halftime break with a 2-goal lead, is definitely a good incentive for the players! "Hey now!"
Listening to the singing echoing throughout the stadium, Deschamps smiled and started dancing, involuntarily singing along. At this moment, his shock at Maël is the same as the fans.
What kind of player can score goals in such events, 8 goals in 5 games?!
Too terrifying!
Fortunately, he is a French Team player. If he were a Germany or Spain player, then they would never see the light of day!
"Full speed ahead! Strive for victory! Because no one shines like you.!"
If he didn't know that his dancing must be ugly, Deschamps would have wanted to dance wildly with some fans, but unfortunately he is not an old heartthrob like Wenger and Löw.
After celebrating with a group of assistant coaches, he secretly turned his gaze to the German Team bench in the distance, observing the opponent's current state.
He saw Löw turning his back and pinching his chin with one hand, while the other hand, with nowhere to put it, poked into his pants pocket. Standing beside him was the disappointed Podolski, Germany's number 10.
Both of them looked heartbroken, as if they felt that the situation was over.
Deschamps felt a little more at ease in his heart. He couldn't wait to raise his chin to the sky, so that God could see his smile and laugh with him.
His appearance was quickly captured by the camera again, becoming a topic of conversation for commentators from various countries.
"In the past few games, the French Team has conceded very few goals. Many people think this is because their luck has always been good. If it weren't for luck, they would not only fail to overcome Italy, but might even fall in the group stage."
"But some fans think this statement is wrong. The biggest problem for the French Team is their weak attack."
"If it weren't for Maël, they wouldn't even be able to score an average of 1 goal per game."
"Many experts have expressed concern about them, because in a European Cup-like arena, the state of each player fluctuates greatly. As strong as Ronaldo is, he has only scored 8 goals in three events."
"These people once warned Deschamps that it is best to practice new offensive routines and recall Benzema, otherwise, once Maël goes silent, the French Team will find it difficult to break through the opponent's city gates."
"But what about now?" "Maybe Deschamps will proudly pat his chest and say to everyone arrogantly, I just don't need to practice new routines, I don't need to recruit troublemakers, and you don't need to worry about unnecessary things!"
"Maël will not go silent. Such a versatile player can help the French Team complete an average of 1 goal or even more per game by himself!" "A team with him is basically stepping onto the field with a one-to-zero lead!" "This is his happiness, how can it be his trouble?" "In such a long history, hasn't mankind been looking for simple ways to solve problems? Now that he has found it, why not use it?" "Pass the Football to Maël! Because as Liv Stadium sings at this moment, when he opens fire, you have no choice but to admire him!"
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Inside the stadium, most of the German Team players had expressions like Podolski, with only a few still clapping and encouraging their teammates.
Panic spread among everyone, and even Lahm, the Bayern and German Team captain who has always been known for his tenacity, clearly looked a little dazed at the moment.
In such a high-standard, high-level competitive game, being bombarded by the opponent for 1 goal every 15 minutes on average is really uncomfortable.
What's even more deadly is that they found that they don't seem to have any good countermeasures. When Boateng is passed by Maël again and again, what else can others do?
"Beep!"
After the restart, before the end of the first half, the public opinion storm on major social media platforms ignited again, and countless German fans began to cyberbully Boateng, and Hummels and Löw were also brought into the storm.
This is certainly not good, but there's no helping it. When you're a public figure and perform so poorly in a major competition, you're going to face this kind of treatment.
"'Top Defender' Boateng!!"—this line of deep red, symbolizing a 'major trending topic' on the hot search, appeared on various platforms, attracting people to click on it.
"What is he doing?! Is he still asleep? If he wants to sleep, he should go home."
"Isn't his best position center-back? Putting him at full-back to defend Maël?!"
"I said it a long time ago, you can't eat everything. Look, Löw is having an adverse reaction, right?"
"Hummels is either a god or a ghost. He's usually incredibly steady, but he tends to falter when facing super strikers. He got chipped over, ugh, if you can't defend against him, can't you foul him?"
"You can't blame him for that, I was watching live, Maël's acceleration was too fast, he didn't have time to turn around, even fouling him was too late!"
"Boateng and Hummels should be subbed off soon, they clearly can't handle it!"
"Who should be subbed in?"
"Anyway, it's all Boateng's fault. Doesn't everyone say he's a top defender? How can he be like this?!"
"Look at Podolski's expression, he's stunned and even has admiration for his new teammate. I'm not saying you can't have this emotion, I also admire Maël, but can we focus on winning first?"
"Come on, Maël, don't score again!"
"..."
"Beep! Beep——!!"
Returning to the field, the first half had ended, and the players were heading towards the player tunnel.
"Yes!"
Maël secretly clenched his fist in celebration. Leading at halftime was also important, as it would allow them to review the game with confidence and buffer and rest their bodies in a relaxed mental state.
He had only taken two steps when Koscielny and Sagna each put an arm around him, walking off the field with him. They joked and laughed with each other, "You scored too many goals, didn't you? Have you considered giving one to Sagna and me?"
"Yeah, neither of us has scored yet, we're both waiting! Be generous and give us one!"
"How should I give it? How about I tell you how I scored? You do this, dribble the ball and get past the person in front of you, then shoot into the far corner."
"Boo..." The two waved their hands at Maël in dissatisfaction, making him burst out laughing. "Alright, the goals will come when they come, don't worry."
Seeing that everyone else seemed to have entered the locker room, the three of them quickened their pace, gradually turning their fast walk into a run, rushing towards the locker room.
Because they were in such a good mood, they all acted like children, often changing direction to block others while running, sometimes swaying left and right to fake out others, and sometimes even engaging in some physical contact.
"Haha...!" Laughter often rang out here, from the three of them, and from other staff members as well.
The photographers from Football Record were filming next to them, recording these precious images without the three noticing.
Everyone could feel the atmosphere and state of mind that this French Team possessed at this moment.
Soon, inside the French Team's locker room.
Deschamps, seeing that everyone had arrived, walked out of a computer room dedicated to tactical analysis and faced the players.
He originally wanted to start with a serious tone, but when he walked in front of everyone, he couldn't help but smile, "You played very well, I'm very satisfied, no one could have done better than you."
"Yeah!" Cheers rang out here, and the players clapped and encouraged each other. The coach's affirmation was certainly important to them.
Deschamps later emphasized the problems and loopholes in the defense, followed by some motivational speeches.
"Bip!!"
As the time approached 7 o'clock, and the last wave of sunset was about to descend, the second half of the European Cup semi-final match kicked off, and the Franco-German battle continued.
"Deng deng deng!"
Maël's running was exceptionally active, as he had a very clear personal goal, which was to pursue a Hat-trick.
To this end, he spared no effort to run, until he exhausted the last bit of strength.
In such a tournament where even a top striker may not score 3 goals in a single edition, scoring 3 goals in a single game would definitely leave a deep mark on the memories of all fans around the world.
At the same time, it would also give himself a great sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.
There are still 45 minutes left, as long as he concentrates, he believes he has a chance to do it!
"In the 49th minute of the second half, Germany is going to make a substitution. Löw's reaction is very quick. He doesn't want to sit still and wait for death. He wants to directly change his strategy.
"Klose is about to come on, and the young Thomas Müller is also going up. Germany wants to play more meticulously. Is it a like-for-like substitution?" Ah, no, Khedira and Podolski are going down, which means that Germany is very likely to change its formation to 4-1-3-2, using two high center forwards to attack the French defense.
"An unexpected yet reasonable choice, Löw wants to strengthen the attack and also increase the impact on the frontcourt! This is very bold!
"With Maël in such good form, he still wants to go All In for an all-out attack, which is enough to show Löw's courage. He just wants to tear a hole out of the French defense!"
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"Pa pa.!"
The four players slapped hands on the sidelines, and the two substitutes quickly ran to their positions, attacking the French defense.
This adjustment did have some effect. Just now, when Mario Gomez was alone in the penalty area, the German attack was not decisive. They didn't know whether to pass the ball into the penalty area or look for opportunities at the arc.
But now, when Header master Klose is also standing in the penalty area, there is no hesitation, just open fire at a forty-five degree angle.
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
One high ball after another was launched into the French penalty area, gradually making Koscielny and Rami a little difficult to resist. Hugo Lloris repeatedly abandoned his goal to help the defenders relieve aerial pressure, but the result was even more chaotic.
The loss of momentum here also quickly spread to the surrounding areas. Sagna was shown a yellow card by the referee in the 54th minute of the match, and defensive midfielder M'Vila received another yellow card in the 61st minute.
"Bip!"
When Clichy also tripped Toni Kroos from his position in the 69th minute of the match and was shown a yellow card by the referee, people could feel that the morale of the German team was slowly increasing.
Deschamps was naturally not a stubborn person, and he quickly withdrew Malouda and Cabaye, replacing them with Matuidi and Mexès to strengthen the defense.
Leading by 2 goals, there was no need to be too persistent, just get through these last twenty minutes or so.
In the 75th minute of the match, Löw also followed suit and used his last substitution quota. He replaced Badstuber, played with three center backs, and brought on Götze to go for broke.
"Hu!"
In this way, both sides almost played all the cards they could use, and the last 15 minutes of the game kicked off in the tense deep breaths of the two team coaches.
"Peng!"
In the 77th minute, Götze, who had just come on as a substitute, swept a cross from the wing just as he was about to fall. This volleyed kick sent the ball high and with some speed, creating a significant threat.
In the center, Klose and Koscielny jumped together, both risking injury as they desperately headed the football!
"Bang!!"
After a muffled sound, the two figures crashed to the ground like kites with broken strings, but the football flew into the net, past Hugo Lloris's hands and into the far corner.
"Beep!" The referee pointed to the center circle with his right hand, indicating a valid goal.
Two to three! Germany saw hope again! "Yeahhh!!" The German fans' shouts echoed through the Liv Stadium, and in an instant, the gongs and drums sounded, as they returned to their cheering state from the start of the match.
The German players initially wanted to grab the ball and quickly restart the game at the center circle, but seeing that Klose hadn't gotten up yet, and realizing that he might have collided violently with Koscielny, they quickly ran towards the veteran Klose with concern.
Klose quickly sat up, but judging from his expression, he still seemed a bit dizzy.
To avoid the team doctor coming onto the field and wasting time, he forced himself to stand up, signaled to the referee that he was fine, and then lifted his arms and walked towards his own half, often gritting his teeth to buffer the dizziness and pain.
"Clap clap clap!" His professionalism earned him applause from the fans, and even many French Team fans expressed their respect.
Under these circumstances, Koscielny also got up immediately. He could have taken the opportunity to delay the game, but it seemed that the situation didn't allow it. Besides, with only a one-goal lead, delaying the game wouldn't be very reliable.
It would be better to show a tough guy image, encourage his teammates to fight hard against their opponents, and take the lead in showing that they were not afraid of the opponent's counterattack.
These two undoubtedly intensified the fierceness of the match, and the battle officially became white-hot. A final 15 minutes that no one had expected arrived.
"Bang!"
In the 82nd minute, seizing the space in the backfield during Germany's major counterattack, the French Team once again launched their most comfortable fast break.
The football was quickly moved to Maël's feet. After cutting inside with the ball, he saw Nasri, who had surged forward on the far side, and then sent a ground-hugging through ball to him.
After Germany switched to a three-center-back formation, the gaps on the wings became larger. It was okay on Maël's side, as many opponents piled up to defend him, but they had no time to take care of Nasri on the other side.
Don't forget, Nasri is also one of the best midfielders in the Premier League in this era.
"Pa pa... Bang!!"
After continuously dodging and maneuvering in the German penalty area, he broke through Lahm and Schweinsteiger, who had tracked back, and poked the football into the far corner before Neuer could attack.
"Beep!" The referee pointed to the center circle for the sixth time, indicating a valid goal.
Four to two! The lead was extended again!
"Aaaahhhh!!"
Maël spread his arms and rushed towards Nasri, his cheers mixed with the cheers of the French fans on the scene.
He didn't get many good opportunities in the second half, but if he could end the semi-final journey with 2 goals and 1 assist, that would be good. It wasn't impossible to score a Brace in the final and break the record.
"Swish!"
Four or five French Team players slid on their knees together near the corner flag to celebrate. After getting up, they calmly high-fived and hugged each other. This time, they could take the opportunity to delay the game.
The German players had not given up the game. They picked up the football early and placed it at the kickoff point, looking at the French Team's celebration with their hands on their hips, complaining to the referee and reminding him to add more time.
"Beep!!"
"What a super goal fest! Six goals in regular time, which should be something that has never happened in a European Cup semi-final before! I don't know whether to sigh that the attacking players on both sides are in too good a state, or that their defense is too poor, a tofu-dreg project!"
"In short, the same old saying, this kind of match is worthy of all the fans who stay up late to watch the game!"
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"A good opportunity for the Germany team! Schweinsteiger inserts himself into the attack! A side-foot shot! Oh oh! The football is resolved by Hugo Lloris, but there's still a second chance!
"Toni Kroos's side-foot shot on the edge of the penalty area!! This ball actually went in again! Haha.!
"I'm almost incoherent! I have to adjust my speaking rhythm every time to keep up with the super-fast attacking rhythm of the two teams!
"The score is now three to four! In the 86th minute of the match, the Germany team has found a glimmer of hope again!
"They must have a lot of things bottled up in their hearts, but they can't celebrate wildly at this moment, because there's not much time left!"
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"The added time in the second half is 4 minutes. Deschamps led the French Team's coaching staff to surround the fourth official to demand an explanation. They believe that 4 minutes of added time is unreasonable for such a smooth game! The referee is coming over... Ah?! He's taking out a red card! Oh, but it seems to be for an assistant coach. He took out a yellow card for Deschamps again. This is a stern warning! We can notice that as time passes by every minute and every second, the tension of the two team's head coaches is intensifying! Löw doesn't need to be said, with only a 1-goal deficit, they definitely want to try again! If they can score another goal to drag the game into extra time, then there's still a chance! There's still hope for the final! As for Deschamps, he probably doesn't want any more changes to happen. In the past countless years, he must have seen countless teams equalize the score in the final moments, and then reverse the score in extra time!
"Even if he has a substitution quota advantage, he doesn't want the game to enter the final extra time, because that is full of unknowns! Ending the battle in regular time is the most ideal result for them!"
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"Whistle whistle whistle!"
"Clang clang clang! Bang bang bang!"
Liv Stadium, when the time came to the last 2 minutes of extra time, the atmosphere here reached its extreme. The fans of both teams were shouting wildly and frantically beating the gongs and drums in their hands, making this place seem like a hellish Asura field.
The players of both teams showed signs of Stamina decline. There's no way around it, the tournament system is too tight. Playing until now, everyone is already very tired.
But they can't give up, they still have to drag their heavy legs to continue running, breathing in large gulps of oxygen to maintain their condition.
"Hachi... Hachi!"
Maël's chest heaved violently. He slowly ran behind Boateng, ready to take a deep breath and start an anaerobic sprint mode at any time.
"Bang!" Cabaye's pass came, passing to the place he wanted.
"Deng deng deng!!"
Maël's cleats quickly nailed into the ground and quickly lifted up. In the repeated hard stomps, he could feel some pain in the front of his foot. His feet must be worn out.
"Sizzle!" Boateng, who was marking him, reacted well. After turning around, he directly slid and tackled, using his calf to block the ball. The football slowly rolled towards the baseline.
At this time, Hummels, who was playing in the center of the three center-backs, ran over quickly and also slid to the ground, wanting to shovel the ball that was about to roll out of the baseline out of bounds, turning the corner kick into a throw-in.
But he failed. The football still went out of the baseline first, giving the French Team a corner kick opportunity! He got up with incomparable regret, knowing that the French Team was going to take the opportunity to waste a lot of time again... Moreover, an ominous premonition appeared in his heart, he could only pray that this was his illusion.
"Whistle whistle...!"
Under the boos of the Germany team fans, Nasri walked towards the baseline as if he hadn't heard anything. On the way, he was also attacked by water bottles from many Germany fans.
To be honest, he hoped he could be hit, so that he could lie down and waste a minute, but the throwing skills of the Germany team fans obviously needed to be strengthened.
Nasri swaggered to the corner flag area, and then pretended to be waiting for his teammates to enter the penalty area, not in a hurry to take the kick at all.
"Beep!" The referee couldn't bear it any longer after a while, rushed over and gave Nasri a yellow card. The latter spread his hands, and dragged on for a few more seconds before preparing to start the kick.
"Bang!!"
At the 93rd minute and 14th second of the match, Nasri raised his right hand and curled the ball towards the front of the penalty area with the inside of his foot.
"Mine!!" *5-7 shouts rang out in the penalty area, making it sound like a dozen footballs had flown into the box, with each person getting a share.
Maël was standing at the front post. To be honest, he didn't have any expectations for a Hat-trick, but when he saw where the football was going to land, his legs started moving quickly as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and he rushed towards Boateng.
There's a chance for this ball! One step, two steps, three steps!!
Jump!
Looking back at the moon!
Smash it towards the far corner!!! "Bang!"
The right side of his forehead made contact with the football, giving it the force to fly backward and sideways.
The moment he landed, Maël didn't really react to what had just happened. He just saw an opportunity to score and instinctively went forward to compete for the Header.
A spinning football rolled towards the far corner, passing through Hummels' head as he jumped to block it, and also passing Neuer's black gloves. Its only opponents left were the crossbar or the post.
"Clang!" When this sound rang out, Maël's heart skipped a beat, and the hands he wanted to raise stuck to his sides again.
"Swish!" But when the football bounced off the ground and smashed into the net again, he felt like he had suddenly gone crazy. Everything in front of him became blurred, and the breeze even felt a little prickly and dazzling.
Unconsciously, he started running towards the sideline he often went to.
"YeahAhaha!!" Uncontrollably, he roared along with the celebrating people in the stadium. He saw countless arms waving for him, and saw Nasri kneeling in the corner flag area with both fingers pointing to the sky.
Goal! 9th goal of the European Cup! Hat-trick!
"Ahhh Maël!"
"Mon Dieu!!!"
"Vamos!"
Overlapping voices rang out. Maël couldn't tell which ones were his teammates, and he didn't even have time to care what he was shouting. He just wanted to release himself.
Maël tore off his jersey, crossed the area of the French Team fans, and shouted hysterically while waving his hands, "Ahaaa!!"
At this moment, he was like Agüero in the original history of this summer, who helped Manchester City score a Game-winning goal against Queens Park Rangers and win the Premier League Championship Trophy, unfolding his parade in the fan zone.
He knew that this was just a goal that laid the foundation for the French Team to enter the European Cup final, not a Game-winning goal for the team.
But to complete a Hat-trick when the game was about to end, and to complete Platini's European Cup miracle of 9 goals in 5 games, for him personally, wasn't it a Game-winning goal!
He did it!
In the Premier League, EFL Championship, EFL Cup games, and now the European Cup semi-final, he has completed the highest honor for a striker, a Hat-trick! "Goooaaallll!!"
"Amazing Goal!! Ab!"
"Maël, he has tied Platini's record in the 1984 European Cup! Now, on the single-tournament goal list and on the European Cup all-time scorer list, he is tied for first place with Platini!"
In the commentary box, commentators from all over the world roared in unison, "At the same time, he also completed the miracle of German legendary striker Gerd Müller's Hat-trick in the European Cup semi-final! "That was the European Cup in Yugoslavia, a long time ago in 1976. Gerd Müller came off the bench and eventually completed a Hat-trick in extra time! "It can be said that in the history of the European Cup semi-finals, he is the only player to score a Hat-trick in regular time! "Five to three! This super goal battle may be coming to an end! The Germany Team has no time to chase 2 more goals!
"I don't know how Platini feels when he sees this scene, and I don't know how Gerd Müller feels when he sees it. I can only guess that they will definitely admit that a more outstanding striker than them has appeared in the world of Football! "The 1976 European Cup belonged to 22-year-old Gerd Müller, the 1984 European Cup belonged to 27-year-old Platini, and the 2012 European Cup belongs to Maël!
"Whether he wins the Championship Trophy or not, it belongs to him! His dazzling brilliance may not need the final Championship Trophy to embellish it!"
The Liv Stadium was in chaos, with the French Team's substitutes rushing onto the field to celebrate in advance, and many assistant coaches followed suit, as if the game had already been won.
However, under the referee's warning and Deschamps' shouts, they managed to control their emotions and left the field.
It wasn't until the German Team dejectedly kicked off again that the referee officially blew the three long whistles symbolizing the end of the match, "Beep! Beep! Beep——!!"
"Fola!!"
"Fola!!"
"Yeah!!"
All the people on the French Team's bench, who had long been unable to sit still, raised their hands high, like sword and shield bearers holding shields and swords, and rushed into the Liv Stadium again.
However, they were not going up to fight the enemy, but to welcome the triumphant return of their 11 warriors.
The French Team will meet the Matador Legion, the Spanish Team, in the final of the European Cup! They have taken another step forward and officially launched their attack on the final Championship Trophy!
On the wing, Maël closed his eyes in ecstasy, leaning against an advertising board, feeling what it was like to stand on the top of Europe at this moment.
Dozens of cameras quickly gathered around him, and the broadcast lens also focused on him, as if those who were celebrating wildly in the stadium at this moment were not very eye-catching, and the very quiet him was the real protagonist.
ps: I was called to celebrate my grandfather's birthday when I was halfway through writing, so the update was late after dinner, but two updates are guaranteed, I will finish writing even if it takes until 4 or 5 o'clock.
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