"Both teams are experiencing a significant drop in Stamina. You can see some players leaning their body weight forward to increase their Speed while running!
"Especially the French Team players. In the past few minutes, two of them have fallen because they couldn't stop.
"Deschamps is making his last substitution. Ben Arfa is preparing to come on; he's going all in!
"Let's see the Spanish Team's chance! Iniesta shoots! There's a chance for a follow-up shot!!"
"..."
"Bang!"
On the right side of the penalty area, Iniesta's right foot lashed out at the ball blocked by the defender, trying for a Long Shot into the far corner.
The Football flew almost skimming the ground towards the goal, passing Lloris's fingertips, but finally rolled out of bounds near the far post.
Wide!
"Aiya!" The Spanish Team fans were full of regret. Hearing their voices, Iniesta wiped his face in self-reproach. He remembered the 2010 World Cup final, where he scored the Game-winning goal after receiving a pass from Xiaofa in the same position.
At that moment, how much he wanted to summon that version of himself, but times had changed, and he couldn't find that feeling anymore.
He was much more composed now, but also less sharp than before.
Let's go again! The game must go on. To retain the Championship, they must continue to fight!
"Bip bip!"
The referee blew the whistle for a pause, pointing to the sidelines, indicating that the French Team could make a substitution.
Cabaye ran off the field. He had covered a lot of ground today, constantly defending, and was one of those whose Stamina was more severely depleted. Replacing him was a good choice.
"Bang!"
Goalkeeper Lloris then kicked the goal kick, sending the ball towards the center, wanting to find Giroud, the high point, and let Giroud be the playmaker.
Ramos and Giroud jumped together. Other Spanish Team players quickly moved towards Maël's position. They knew that if Giroud could head the ball, he would likely flick it back to Maël.
"Crack!" Giroud outjumped Ramos in this header, but he anticipated the Spanish Team's anticipation, choosing to find Nasri on the right.
A change! An attacking opportunity for the French Team!
The Football bounced once and appeared in Nasri's running path. Although Alba, who was defending him, had great Speed, Nasri blocked his forward movement, preventing him from sprinting freely.
"Pa-bang!"
Nasri quickly controlled the Football, moving it closer to the center, completely cutting off Alba's chase and making Ramos's pursuit exceptionally difficult.
The opportunity has come!
Nasri is about to break into the penalty area!
A very sudden counterattack! "Maël is playing a distracting role. His late equalizer in regular time has captivated all the Spanish Team players! "Nasri is left open. A beautiful header from Giroud has helped France create a threat! This is the value of a center forward! "Nasri is about to enter the penalty area. Giroud and Maël are both making runs. There are clearly not enough defenders in the Spanish Team's penalty area!"
"..."
"Bang!"
On the right side of the penalty area, Nasri saw Casillas come out and passed the ball horizontally to the center with one kick.
The speed of the football was very fast, and it was far from both the attacking and defending players. It seemed that no one could grab the ball.
But Nasri, as a top player, would certainly not bury such a pit at this moment.
He also calculated the distance of the attacking player's desperate and reckless shovel, so passing the ball only made it more difficult for the defender to touch the ball. The defending player could not make a forward movement like the attacking player.
"Clang!"
Giroud threw his body in the center, and his foot kicked the ball a moment before it slipped past his body, kicking the ball into the unguarded goal.
The ball went in again!
France two to one!
Reversing the score!
In just 10 minutes, they went from hell to heaven. Now they are closer to the European Cup Champion! "AhaaaaWow!!" The cheers of the French Team fans ignited the entire National Stadium in Warsaw, which was in stark contrast to the silence of the Spanish Team fans.
This was definitely an unexpected goal. Before that, no one could have imagined that the French Team would score first in extra time! They were obviously the ones with the worse physical condition and the weaker overall level.
But football is what makes everything possible, and these unexpected variables give this sport infinite charm!
"Aii!!"
Giroud stuck out his tongue and spread his wings like a roc, running domineeringly towards Nasri, who had sent him the pass.
Maël on the other side also quickly ran towards him, raising his arms and shouting several times during the process. The value of his equalizing goal in regular time was still increasing.
His teammates also contributed to this team, and now they have completely reversed the situation! "Yes!" He clenched his fists tightly, and while celebrating with Giroud, he turned back to look at the European Cup Champion Trophy placed on the sidelines.
If it ends with this score, he will hold it high here later! Without rushing, he came to Giroud's side, then jumped up and joined the joy of the celebration team.
"Champion!!"
"We made it through!"
"Let's defend well, we've been through such difficult times! We will definitely have the last laugh!"
"Oh le oh le. Oh le!"
Seven or eight French Team players gathered in the corner flag area. They shouted and jumped for joy, and some ran to the sidelines, jumped on Deschamps' body and celebrated with the Basque coach.
"The French Team! Reversed the score! Giroud, who only came on in the middle of the European Cup, has become a hero like Maël!!" Look how happy he is smiling, I think if someone asks him, how many Ligue 1 goals are you willing to exchange for this goal, he will definitely answer all of them!
"Look at the relief in Maël's eyes, I think he must be very grateful to himself at this moment, for saving the situation when it was about to collapse at the end of regular time, and supporting the building that was about to fall!!
"He gave this French Team what they have now!! Let them stand on the podium with half a foot!"
"."
Saint Casillas sat helplessly in front of the goal. This time he got up quickly. Since they were behind, they couldn't be so negative. They had to regroup and get it back in the remaining time.
"Pa pa.!" Coach Del Bosque looked anxious, he could only clap his hands to cheer up the players, which seemed to be the only thing everyone could do at this time.
"Keep going! We have the initiative, we just need 1 goal!"
He waved his hand to let the players quickly come to their attacking positions, "Come on, come on!! Remember what your mission is!! To defend our glory!"
The Spanish players lowered their heads and slowly walked to the vicinity of the center circle. After placing the ball, they looked at the French team's celebration, and many spread their hands towards the referee.
The referee signaled them to be patient, pointing to his watch, indicating that he was keeping time and would give extra time.
As the French team returned, they inevitably met the gazes of the Spanish players, who looked like wolves eyeing their prey. They knew that another fierce battle awaited them.
"Bip!"
The referee blew his whistle, and the substitute center forward Torres kicked off from the center circle for them. The Spanish players quickly crossed the halfway line and began to besiege.
Maël led the French team players to fall back and defend, leaving only Giroud in front.
Taking advantage of a dead ball, he glanced at the time and found that it was already the 102nd minute, and the first half of extra time was about to pass!
He breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his center of gravity, and waited for the opponent's next attack.
Playing against such opponents, the pressure of defense is indeed much greater than that of offense. Even he sometimes looks a little embarrassed and easily led by the nose by the opponent's passing.
"The Spanish team wants to find some opportunities from the ribs! But after the French team players have all retreated, the ribs are very tight. They are now infinitely close to a 631 defensive system! "Wing! There is still no chance. Maël almost broke the ball at Iniesta's feet! "In this case, the Spanish team may have to pass the ball into the penalty area, or use Torres's ability to hold the ball with his back to create some long shot opportunities."
"Let's take a look at this time! Fabregas! A very threatening low shot, but it's still a bit off!"
"."
Maël watched the football slip out of the baseline, feeling relieved. He glanced at the time again, and it was almost 104 minutes.
The fourth official quickly raised the overtime sign again. In the first half of extra time, there was only 1 minute of added time, which caused dissatisfaction among the Spanish players, but they had no time to complain.
"Bip! Bip——!"
One minute later, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half of extra time. The French team entered the half-time break with a score of two to one.
"Yeah!" Maël heavily waved his right fist at the moment the whistle sounded, and high-fived and hugged many players around him.
Half of the victory has already been achieved. Rest and adjust well at halftime, and if they can withstand the last 15 minutes, the Henri Delaunay Trophy will be just around the corner! "The last part will definitely be a melee, so be prepared."
Deschamps earnestly instructed each player during the intermission, "The Spanish team may create 2-3 siege opportunities. Don't worry, stand in your positions and protect our goal!
"Giroud sometimes has to provide some directional help when pressing, try to change their direction of attack as much as possible, and let them attack the weak side!
"Okay! The game is about to end soon, withstand their last madness, and then go lift the trophy!"
"Come on.!" All the players put their right hands together and waved them heavily towards the ground amid a burst of encouragement.
Deschamps seemed to be still worried, and reminded them before they came out, "Don't stretch your feet in the penalty area! Be sure not to give them a penalty again! Also, pay attention to delaying time, and go protect the ball when you have the opportunity!
"Believe in yourselves, since we can lead, it means we definitely have the ability to snatch the championship from them!"
The French team players stepped onto the field amidst his nagging, took a deep breath, and prepared to meet the final challenge of the melee.
"Bip!!" The referee blew the whistle, and the final 15 minutes of this European Cup final officially kicked off.
"Friends of the audience! Friends of the audience! Maybe the players have forgotten everything and devoted themselves to this battle! "But we must know that hundreds of millions of eyes around the world are focused on them, wanting to see who will finally lift the Henri Delaunay Trophy! "The final result will be out soon! If the French team wins, it will be an upset victory, but this upset is not too big, because they have Maël! "The Spanish team has extremely aggressive steals, they are starting to control the ball, Busquets is also looking for ways to speed up the rhythm, how much stamina do they have left? Can it support a quick attack?"
"."
Running to this point in time, it can be said that the last bit of fuel in the players on both sides is about to be exhausted.
Most of the time, they are running entirely on their own willpower. Everyone's legs and feet are very soft, and only the brain commands their legs to mechanically take steps in one direction.
The passing errors between both teams' players began to increase, and the clumsy marking and rash tackles in defense also became more frequent, making the game increasingly chaotic.
Every player felt somewhat uncomfortable; their tactical skills were failing, and they were relying solely on instinct for the final ten minutes or so of the match.
But at the same time, they were very excited because everyone knew that opportunities were slowly increasing.
"Bang, bang...!"
In the 111th minute of the match, Xiaofa and Iniesta completed a two-on-one play, breaking through Sagna's defense and reaching the French Team's penalty area, followed by a backward triangular pass.
At the point of attack, Pedro and Torres, one moved forward to arrive, and the other stepped back, reaching out to hook the football, both wanting to control the point to complete the shot.
In the end, Torres relented, knowing that Pedro could shoot directly without stopping the ball, and dodged to create shooting space.
"Bang!!"
Pedro's Side-Foot Shot had plenty of power. He had just come on the field, his Stamina was very abundant, and his movements were not distorted.
The football drew a small arc, heading towards the near corner of the goal.
"Slap!" Lloris originally anticipated that he wanted to hit the far corner and had already begun to move in advance. In the process, he reacted quickly, reaching out his right hand to block the near corner, knocking the ball out of the baseline.
Just a little bit!
"Gulp...!" Amidst the regret of the Spanish, the French mostly swallowed saliva, rejoicing in their narrow escape. Fans with water quickly took it out to drink.
Due to excessive tension, everyone's mouth was dry, their breathing either too heavy or too short.
Maël found a good opportunity in the 114th minute of the match, controlling the ball at the baseline, leaving the opponent only the option of poking the ball out of bounds.
"Slap!"
Busquets, Arbeloa, and Juanfran had been looking for opportunities to steal the ball near him, but mostly they could only poke the ball out, giving him the chance to repeat his trick and protect the ball again.
He successfully delayed for more than a minute with this wave, glanced at the time, and realized that the game was about to end, his mood became extremely surging.
The last bit of potential was stimulated, making his body particularly energetic, that was the desire for the Championship Trophy! He used all this Strength on defense because he understood that near the end of regular time, the Spanish Team also had this idea, but in the end, he had a Game-winning goal to tie the game, and Giroud even reversed it.
Cannot be careless, must always maintain vigilance of the opponent, avoid stepping into the same trap! "Aiya!"
"Ah!"
After the match passed 115 minutes, the French Team's players began to frequently experience cramps, some were real cramps, and some wanted to delay the time.
It could be clearly felt that the Spanish Team's players were holding their breath. This situation rarely occurred in their team, it seemed that only Arbeloa, who had been ravaged by Maël, had experienced it once.
"The last few minutes! As the French Team gets closer and closer to the Championship Trophy, their players are starting to struggle! The more this kind of moment, the more you have to hold on to your breath, 115 minutes of hard work, cannot bury the victory at the end!"
"The Spanish Team is gradually launching a siege against them, the French Team can no longer gain possession of the ball, everyone retreats to defend!"
"These few minutes, the game must be a tug-of-war, both teams' players will be playing very hard."
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In the 117th minute of the match, the Spanish Team chose to make some plays on Nasri and Sagna's side, with 4 attacking players pressing on this side, wanting to break through these 2 players defending head-on, and 2 defending players protecting.
Ramos and Pique had already come up at this time, they would only leave one or two people in the backfield.
"Bang, bang... bang...!"
The comfortable rhythm of passing the football rang out, like an orchestra playing a piece of music, extremely artistic and at the same time extremely lethal.
"Pa!"
The Spanish Team feinted an attack on the baseline where Nasri was, but at the last moment changed direction and went straight into the ribs behind Sagna, successfully gaining a local 4-on-4 offensive and defensive victory.
Xavi raised his head on the wing to observe the situation in the middle, and seeing that there were many high points in the penalty area, he could directly try a quick high ball cross.
"Bang!" His right foot wrapped around the football, and the inside of his instep wrapped the ball and flew out with an inward spin towards the goal.
After passing the ball, he looked forward with anticipation and tension, knowing that this was one of the last few chances.
"Bang!"
At the landing point of the football, Ramos and Koscielny formed a peak duel between two centre-backs. In the end, Water Serpent was better and forced Koscielny to head the football.
The ball did not fly towards the goal, but went straight to the baseline. He obviously misjudged when choosing the direction.
But the only good news is that the ball speed is not fast, and it will not fly out of the baseline immediately, and others still have a chance.
"Bang!"
In the crowd, Pique saw through and broke through the siege, leaping like a spring and throwing himself out, heading the middle of the football with his head.
His header, like a nuclear explosion, finally produced a nuclear explosion-like force, successfully darting into the near corner of the net, "Shua!!"
Goal! Two to two tie!
They also had a game-tying goal, saving the team again at the last moment!
"Yeahhhh!" The Spanish were resurrected, many people had been crying for more than ten minutes, but at the last moment they turned their tears into laughter, jumping and shouting.
Pique and the Spanish players didn't bother to pick up the ball, and rushed to the corner flag area, shaking their arms.
They don't expect to complete a game-winning goal in the last few minutes. After being behind for so long, they would be very satisfied if they could tie the game and drag it into a penalty shootout!
The feeling of release also appeared in everyone's heart. Although they firmly controlled the initiative, this game was really too difficult and they suffered too much grievance.
Everything is back! The Matador Legion will not lose!
"Vamos!!" Ramos and Pique leaned back to back, signaling to the Spanish Team fans who were frantically waving their arms in the stands. Behind them were other players hugging each other.
At the far end, Del Bosque and an assistant coach fell to their knees, pointing to the sky with both hands to celebrate.
"The Spanish Team! Use a wonderful header to tie the game and return the color!! This goal will not make people feel unexpected, they really should score!
"The French Team's defense has become more and more loose at the end due to the decline in Stamina. Some of their players are finding it very difficult to even stand, and must use a front-to-back foot support method to ensure that their bodies do not shake randomly.
"Two to two! The score has been rewritten again. What a wonderful Championship Trophy battle! "If it ends with this score, the game will enter an exciting penalty shootout!
"At that time, I believe that the Spanish Team, which has more experience in major finals and has a better goalkeeper, will have the upper hand! "Of course, they have always had the upper hand. If it weren't for Maël's unsolvable World Wave, they might already be celebrating in the locker room!"
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On the sidelines, Deschamps felt a sudden itching on his scalp, scratching the skin on both sides of his temples with both hands, his face gradually turning red.
The assistant coach and substitute players behind him sat back, each with a liver-colored face, and the air inhaled into their nostrils seemed to be stained with more tension and depth.
Maël was in front of the celebration team. In his sadness, he clearly felt the joy of the Matador Legion and saw them reveling in front of him with his own eyes, just like they had looked at him not long ago.
He had absolutely done everything he could, and his teammates had also given their all. Since they couldn't win through open play, then so be it, let the penalty shootout begin!
"F*ck!" A miserable cry rang out beside him. He turned his head and saw Koscielny lying on the ground again, clutching the back of his thigh and shouting in pain.
He quickly went over to lift his leg, wanting to help him stretch it out to relieve the pain, but was waved off.
"It's not a cramp."
After Koscielny said this, two lines of tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
It wasn't from the pain; he was no coward. It was just that he knew he had to leave the field. "It's a strain, the old injury here has flared up again."
Maël was stunned, watching the team doctor rush onto the field, his two index fingers constantly twirling, signaling them to have Deschamps make a substitution.
Just as he made this gesture, he suddenly froze in place. The team had already used up all their substitution slots.
That meant if Koscielny couldn't continue the game, they would be playing with one less player! Misfortunes never come singly!
A minute later, after being examined by the team doctor, Koscielny was carried off the field. The French Team's situation had become even worse, while their opponents saw the hope of scoring another goal.
Maël stood there with his hands on his hips, his gloomy face suddenly breaking into a smile. He looked at the other players still standing on the field, ready to continue fighting, and felt genuinely proud of them.
The Spanish Team wouldn't be defeated by difficulties, and neither would they! Facing a respectable opponent, they also showed their tenacious character and will. The two teams at the peak of their strength clashed for the Championship Trophy, and whoever emerged victorious would deserve praise!
Appearing on such a stage, becoming a part of it, he felt proud of himself.
Come on, let the wind lift their sleeves, leaving them naked on the green field; let the rain soak their bodies, adding fuel to the fire in their hearts!
As long as they were still standing here, they would fight to the end! "Beep!"
After the restart, every fan stood up, and everyone on both teams' coaching benches stood on the sidelines, each one seemingly becoming the head coach, impatiently gesticulating at the field.
The two teams showed no mercy, fighting each other savagely like primitive men.
In the VIP box, the atmosphere here was even more oppressive than inside the stadium.
Those seated were all supporters of the French Team, or supporters of Maël. There was no joy of surviving a disaster from the Spanish fans, only lamentation for the difficult situation of the team and players.
Most people hoped that time would pass quickly, allowing the 10-man French Team to enter the penalty shootout as soon as possible. Then, even if they lost, they could accept it.
"Can they hold on?" Michel was always concerned about the team and dared to ask, "Will Giroud have to be used as a center-back? He has to drop very deep."
"I don't know."
Wenger was also a little confused at this time. He watched the Spanish Team quickly regain possession of the ball and shook his head, saying, "Giroud can't come back. If he comes back, there will be no point of contact. The Spanish Team will all come up, and it will be even harder to play.
"Besides, if he stays in the frontcourt as a point of contact, the French Team might still have a chance for a counter-attack goal."
When he said the last sentence, he was obviously not very confident. In such a terrible situation, it was indeed difficult to imagine the French Team turning around and scoring a goal against the Spanish Team.
"Sigh."
"It's really a tense game, emotions constantly rising and falling, all following the changes in the situation."
"Yes, my heart is still beating fast. I'm completely drawn into the game."
Other French and Polish dignitaries joined the conversation, with some quietly praying that the game could pass smoothly.
Only Mendes remained silent, one hand clenched into a fist and placed near his mouth, as if waiting for something.
The game clock ticked past the 119th minute, he suddenly removed his hand from his mouth, excitedly pointing towards the field, "He has the ball! There's still a chance to score!!"
Following his gaze, everyone saw Maël intercepting a pass from the Spanish Team to Fabregas, dribbling the ball step by step towards the opponent's half.
"Maël," several murmurs arose, as if making a wish.
Thump, thump, thump!
On the field, Maël's right foot repeatedly connected with the bottom of the football using the outside of his foot. He looked up, only Giroud was available as a passing option in front, everyone else was struggling to catch up.
He had three choices: pass to Giroud and then sprint forward, looking for an opportunity to attack; dribble towards the goal line, protecting the ball to stall for time and force a penalty shootout; or gamble with a risky dribble, likely to fail, but if successful, it would be a strong contender for the best goal in the history of the competition.
Logically, he should choose the last option without hesitation, but he couldn't help but hesitate.
The Spanish Team's intention to capitalize on the situation was clear. If he lost possession, the team could suffer a game-winning goal, and he would become the villain.
He didn't rush to choose, continuing to dribble forward. Pedro and Torres successively chased after him, their stamina more abundant, their speed maintained at its peak, making them slightly faster than him.
Thump, thump... bang!
He easily dribbled past Iniesta, who had directly lunged at him, using his body to push him away. He suddenly felt that this successful attempt gave him a kind of Strength, as if he had absorbed the energy from Iniesta.
Thump, slap!
He accelerated again, this time Busquets came up, the opponent choosing a cautious defensive strategy.
Maël was even more energetic this time. He performed a Pendulum Dribbling small step, then suddenly pushed the ball forward, and then abruptly changed direction again, successfully shaking off Busquets.
Bang! Busquets even collided with Torres, who was chasing back, and the two fell to the ground together.
Men and horses overturned!
"Maël! He's slowly accelerating, he's already passed three defenders, is he going to choose to do it himself? Ahead is a tighter defensive line, he'd better wait for his teammates to support him."
"But with the French Team's Stamina, I estimate it will be difficult for anyone to provide him with support. He has to carry the ball, whether he wants to or not! He's charging, his goal is gradually becoming clear, he wants to get past all of you!"
"."
Maël dribbled forward, his field of vision gradually narrowing, focusing only on the football under his feet and the defenders in front of him.
In this situation, it's difficult for a person to have a macro perspective, focusing more on the micro details in front of them, in order to better react and make movements.
Slap, slap, slap, slap!!
His feet pushed and pulled the ball from side to side. He suddenly felt that everyone's movements had slowed down, only he maintained an extremely fast speed of escape with his excellent Ball Sense.
He saw Pique trying to tackle, but he pulled the ball away to dodge him, leaving him behind. Then he noticed that Pedro couldn't keep up with his adrenaline-fueled pace, reaching out from behind to kick him, trying to knock him down.
He staggered, continuing to dribble forward, he didn't want to stop here.
"Maël, Maël...!"
Faint shouts rang out, it was the French Team's fans calling his name, and it grew louder and louder, gradually developing into a deafening roar, "Maël!!"
Two powerful forces surged from his waist again, and then ran through his whole body, his Speed became faster, and his feet became more flexible.
"Bang, tap!"
After arriving in front of Arbeloa, he stopped abruptly, changed direction, changed tempo, and dribbled past him. As Ramos tried to stretch his foot out, he took another step forward, shaking off the world-renowned center-back.
"OneTwoThree! Oh, a genius performance! Magic!! Wow! Ramos was also left in the dust!"
The English commentator at the scene exclaimed in shock. Perhaps Maël, with his head down, didn't realize what a feat he had just accomplished, but the God's-eye view saw it very clearly: he was about to dribble past everyone!
"Maël, Maël...!"
The French Team fans were still chanting his name, and the shouts became more and more intense, their emotions becoming more and more fanatical. Later, Deschamps and the coaching staff joined in, and the players joined in as well.
They all pinned their hopes on Maël, hoping he could complete this incredible solo effort!
"Bang, bang...!"
Maël dribbled the ball into the edge of the penalty area. Ramos was chasing him from his side and rear, and in front of him, Juanfran blocked his path to the outside, seemingly wanting to join Ramos in a pincer movement.
His right foot stepped to the right side of the ball, looking like he was going to cut the ball to the left, using Speed to force his way past Juanfran and find a shooting opportunity.
"Tzz-tap!"
But as he was halfway through the cut, his right foot suddenly stepped to the left, pushing the ball to the right, changing direction.
He stopped abruptly on the spot, then started to the right, wiping past the side and rear of Ramos, who couldn't stop in time, because he knew that the ball would return to his feet in an elegant way!
He was right. The ball passed beautifully through Ramos's legs, slipping to the position he had long since predetermined!
Looking up again, the goal and Casillas were already close at hand.
"Bang!!"
He fell to the ground and shoveled a shot, seemingly to increase the shooting angle, shoveling the ball towards the far corner, but in reality, he was just deceiving Casillas, shoveling the ball towards the near corner.
His whole body was full of feints! Lying on the ground looking over, he watched the ball fly towards the dead corner of the near post, while Casillas lunged towards the far corner, realizing he had been tricked in the process and sitting down on the ground with a thud.
"Swish!!" At a height of about 1.1 to 1.2 meters, the ball spun inward against the net, slowly starting to fall.
Maël guaranteed that he would never forget this goal in his life. It was the most beautiful and most important goal of his career so far! More important and more beautiful than Giggs's Game-winning goal against Arsenal in the FA Cup!
In the final moments of the game, he broke through the entire defense of the Spanish Team, and after dribbling past countless people, he scored! The 11th goal of the European Cup! Game-winning goal!!
"WowYeahhhhWowww!!"
At the Warsaw National Stadium, the French Team fans, who had just been crying and looking nervous, instantly fell into a state of ecstasy, as if they were dying. For them, this game was thrilling.
"The goal is in! I can't believe my eyes! This must be fake, right?!"
"Maël, who completed the equalizer at the last moment of regular time, completed the Game-winning goal with a solo effort in the last minute of extra time!! Three to two!! The French Team has exceeded the score!! This will be a goal that goes down in history! 11 goals in 6 games, Maël is still improving his European Cup goal record!!"
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"O mon dieu!"
Deschamps covered his face with his hands at the first moment, as if his own side was the one being scored on with a Game-winning goal. He seemed to have suddenly suffered an asthma attack, coughing and shouting, "O ma France!!"
After the first wave of emotions subsided, he laughed wildly with joy, clenching his fists and placing them on top of his head, "Yeah!!"
He also had the feeling of dreaming. He simply couldn't believe that the team had scored such a goal at this moment.
The substitute players behind him all stripped off their clothes, and even many assistant coaches took off their suits, holding them in their hands as they sprinted towards Maël.
The Championship Trophy is in our hands!! "Oh, oh, oh! I don't know how happy the French Team fans are at this moment, how gratified Deschamps and Wenger are!
"Even as ordinary fans watching, this scene is unforgettable for a lifetime!
"The most exaggerated debut data in history, the 18-year-old French Team captain, proves with his strength why he can become the youngest captain. He almost single-handedly sent the French Team to the championship throne!"
"."
In the VIP stands, Isabella sat with the wives of the French Team members. At this moment, she raised her hand, sobbing with red eyes.
The older wives of Malouda and M'Vila held her in their arms, patting her arms, hoping she could calm down.
But before they could comfort Isabella, watching their husbands jumping and punching in the air on the field, their emotions also nearly collapsed.
This journey has been too difficult, really too difficult. So many storms and tears have turned into such a climax of emotions at this moment.
"Ah!"
Not far from them, Maël's uncle, Clermont, tightly hugged his wife, Betty. The glory on their faces was beyond words.
The two eventually kissed passionately. Tears also streamed from Betty's eyes as she recalled the first time she met Maël in Sheffield United and the scene when they parted.
That child, who once seemed a little lonely and pitiful, has now truly become a towering man, the pride of a nation!
"Brother! Brother!"
Little Ava could only jump around at the waist level of the adults. She seemed very small at this moment of celebration, but the little girl still blushed, immersed in her own world.
In the box behind them, Mendes stood up with a solemn expression, his cheeks bulging, and his right hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly from excessive force.
He lost his voice, and hoarse, intermittent words finally burst from him, "Maël, how much more can you do? Tell me! Tell me!"
"Come on!" Wenger punched the air and stood up. He then hugged Michel, the two most emotional people feeling the surge in each other's hearts.
"Lionel Maël! He is omnipotent! He came into this world destined to conquer everything!"
In the commentary booth, He Wei took a deep breath and delivered his game-winning goal congratulatory message, "Maybe no one will care how much effort you put in, whether you are tired or not, whether you fell and hurt! "Everyone will only see where you stand in the end! Because in the adult world, there is no such thing as easy! "So finally I want to say, there is no such thing as unintentionally planting willows, it is all the natural result of hard work! "All his efforts have gradually turned him into a complete and all-round star, allowing him to end his European Cup journey with such a goal today!"
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At the corner flag area on the side of the field, Maël was also in tears. Joy surged like a tide, wave after wave, each time causing his emotions to overflow a little, causing him to spasm all over.
What exactly was that goal like? Maybe he doesn't fully understand it now and can only wait to watch the replay after the game.
But in any case, he remembers the distance between himself and the goal when he first held the ball, which was extremely far away, a distance that always felt out of reach in this lifetime.
But he tried, and finally succeeded, scoring the goal near the small penalty area! If life must be so tortuous, then he hopes that every time there will be an ending like today!
He remembers that at the celebration at the end of the Premier League season, he chose Klose's Klose's Somersault celebration, so today, he will use this method to end his European Cup!
"Pa!"
After landing, he punched the air towards a group of Spanish fans and shouted the purest and most fluent Spanish celebration, "Vamos!!"
The somersault was the same as last time, and the result was no different from last time, it's the Championship Trophy!! "Maël, what do you want?! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you now!"
Giroud came up, his big hands holding Maël's face, "I'm serious, even if you want my wife, I'll go back and discuss it with her!"
"I can too." Nasri also came over, sensing that the championship was once again close to them, and everyone had the urge to cry.
"Clang clang clang clang!"
Sagna came with music, but this time he didn't sing the new Maël's Song, but the old version: "I have a friend! He dances the swan dance on the defense line and drives a Bugatti on the sideline!"
More than twenty people instantly crowded the place, they were like having a stadium party, they were all drunk, started singing and dancing, and kissing today's protagonist, Maël.
"Second half stoppage time, 1 minute!" The stoppage time board was raised from the sidelines at this time, 1 minute of stoppage time, which means that after the restart, Spain may not even have a chance to complete an attack.
Casillas was lying on the ground this time, burying his head in his arms, never to raise it again.
The others were either sitting or lying down, they all knew it was impossible, they had lost.
Many people shed tears of unwillingness, obviously they took the lead first, they occupied nearly 70% of the ball control rate, playing more advanced Football.
Obviously, they stuck to their original intentions even when they were behind, and finally tied the score, giving them hope of entering a penalty shootout.
But why... why could Maël score such a crazy goal?!
"Whirr!" Suddenly, dark clouds appeared over the stadium, and a heavy rain followed, with bean-sized raindrops hitting the faces of the Spanish players, adding to their sorrow.
This doesn't seem to be the moment for the final celebration, nor the moment for the final sadness.
The two teams quickly returned to their positions, waiting to kick off again. At this time, the game time was already 120 minutes and 32 seconds.
"Bip!!"
The referee blew the whistle to start the game, Torres sent the ball from the center circle, kicking the ball directly to the center-back Pique, who kicked forward with a big foot, simply and directly making the final attack.
The Football was headed by Fabregas, and it could be seen that he was working very hard to change the game.
But at the second ball position, Ben Arfa, who came on as a substitute, controlled the Football, and used a small range of Ball Control to make Iniesta unable to resist stretching his foot from behind to kick someone, tripping him to the ground.
"Bip!" The referee called a foul, which was basically a foul call that determined the fate of the Spanish Team.
"Yeahhh!" Cheers rose and fell, countless substitutes and assistant coaches stood on the sidelines, waiting for a whistle to rush into the field to join the starting players to celebrate.
Maël and others had already raised their arms towards the sky in advance, celebrating the arrival of the final victory, they knew that once this ball was sent out, the referee would blow the whistle.
"Boom!!"
After everyone pressed to the frontcourt, goalkeeper Hugo Lloris came to the free-kick spot and kicked this crucial kick.
Just as the Football rose into the air, before it reached its highest point, the referee put the whistle in his mouth, "Bip! Bip! Bip——!!"
"WowAaahhhh!" The French fans completely rioted, they took out the fireworks and smoke bombs they had prepared long ago, lit them and threw them into the stadium, this was the championship fireworks show they prepared for the team.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!"
Countless fire beams smashed towards the stadium from all directions, which made people feel a little dangerous, but quickly immersed people in it, feeling this huge feast of joy.
At the beginning, the fans were only projecting single-tube fireworks into the field at a speed of hundreds per second.
"Swish swish swish!!"
Later, this speed became faster and faster, the fireworks became more and more dense, and the entire stadium was suddenly in chaos, with only scattered sparks flying in the sky, as if igniting the entire stadium.
"Folala!"
Most of the French Team's starting players lay on the ground, in the central area, where the fireworks couldn't reach them.
Some were on their knees, hands raised to the sky, others wept, having achieved final victory.
"Yeah!" Deschamps, leading the assistant coaches, staff, and others from the sidelines, rushed onto the field, kissing anyone he could find, but with a clear destination: Maël.
Under the gaze of football fans worldwide, Deschamps sprinted towards Maël.
Maël, as if knowing what he was about to do, smiled in advance, stood up, lowered his center of gravity, and spread his arms.
Like a girlfriend who hadn't seen her partner in ages, Deschamps leaped up when he was two or three meters away from Maël, jumping onto Maël's body.
Maël supported Deschamps with both hands, embracing the famous coach in a strange way.
The two then held hands and ran through the firework spectacle on the field.
"The game is over! No penalty shootout! With two goals in extra time, and with Maël's game-winning goal in the 119th minute, the French Team finally defeated the Spanish Team three to two, winning the 12 European Cup!
"This summer in Poland and Ukraine belongs to the French Team, to Deschamps, and even more to Maël!!"
"They got their Dream Come True and won the Henri Delaunay Trophy! They got that Gold Medal!!" For Maël, this tournament was where he truly began to challenge for the Best Player award and prove that he had the ability to be the Best Player! "It hasn't been easy! Perhaps he got the most difficult and cruel script to reach the top!" But as we said before, the more difficult the road, the more intense the happiness at this moment! This championship is truly precious! "All the European Cup matches are over, but I believe that highlight reels of this game, Maël's super long-range World Wave, and his solo goal will be replayed repeatedly!"
"Deschamps is being tossed into the air by the French Team's players, and Maël was about to be lifted up as well, but he slipped away in advance.
"He's probably really tired and can't take the tossing, he dedicated all his Strength to this 120-minute game! "For Deschamps, meeting Maël is definitely the greatest luck of his coaching career. As captain, he helped the French Team win the European Cup Champion Trophy in 2000!
"Now, as a coach, 12 years later, he has once again led the French Team back to the top of Europe! "It hasn't been easy for him either. Along the way, he cleaned up a group of veteran stars led by Ribery and isolated big names like Benzema from the team!
"All of this requires courage. He himself said that Maël gave him this Strength and courage, but ultimately, he was the one who made the decisions and took most of the responsibility!"
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"The Spanish golden generation, led by Saint Casillas, is also coming to an end, they failed to defend their title!
"At this moment, in this scene, they have fallen just one step away from the Championship Trophy! "These meritorious players from Spain put in 200% or even 1000% of their effort in this game, they showed the Strength of champions and played at their peak! "But in the end, they failed to seize some key opportunities and failed to resist Maël, who stirred up a youth storm!"
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"People may be able to understand them, because it has always been difficult to conquer the world, and even more difficult to maintain it, even if you can be vigilant and prepared for a rainy day.
"But you are surrounded by young people who are just as ambitious, eager, and passionate as you were back then.
"They use you as a target, putting you under a microscope to study you. Tell me, isn't it difficult to defend your world!"
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"The podium has been set up, and staff members have brought over the Championship Trophy. The French Team's players will lift their third European Cup Champion Trophy in history!
"They have also become the team with the most European Cup titles, tied with Germany!
"Maël may not need this Championship Trophy to prove how good he is, but I think the French Team needs this Championship Trophy! He also needs such a perfect ending!
"He can always do his best, taking everything down with the most terrifying demon king posture!!"
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On the field, the French Team's players happily climbed onto the podium. Although this height was not enough for them to see far and wide, it did allow them to have a heroic feeling.
The awarding of the European Cup is quick. A hostess came to the podium with Gold Medals, and soon some UEFA officials put the medals around their necks and offered their blessings.
"Thank you."
Maël lowered his head to put on the medal, feeling the weight on his neck. His heart was full, and he closed his eyes, tilting his head back with a smile.
Soon, everyone completed the gold medal awarding ceremony, and many people cast expectant gazes at him.
Maël understood. Wearing the captain's armband, he deservedly walked to the European Cup Champion Trophy, kissed the trophy, and then held it in his hands.
It was still a bit heavy. Looking at the trophy up close, he couldn't hide the smile on his face. This was the trophy that many superstars could not even approach in their entire lives.
Nearly a month of effort, countless times of perseverance in the face of difficulties, finally allowed him to stand here and hold it in his hands.
It was no longer 'there'; it was now in his hands! Maël placed the trophy in front of his lower abdomen, and he jogged towards the podium, first facing the players and coaches, roaring and gathering strength: "Ohhhh!"
When everyone's emotions reached their peak, he turned to face the fans, raising the Henri Delaunay Trophy high above his head with both hands, "Yeahhhh!"
They were the champions!! "Bang, bang, bang!"
Golden ribbons sprayed from all directions into the sky, falling from above their heads, intensifying their joy. Everyone hysterically shouted, "Aahhhh!!"
The rain hadn't stopped, but it didn't affect them. Instead, it added a stimulant to their joy, diluting their fatigue and making their impression of this day even more profound.
"The French Team lifts the Championship Trophy in the rainy night! Maël's Dream Come True in Warsaw!! Congratulations to them, congratulations to Maël! 12 years ago, it was Deschamps and Zidane who lifted this trophy! 12 years later, it is Maël as captain, leading the Arsenal Gang to lift this trophy!" From the brace in the first round of the group stage, the brace in the second round, to the World Wave goal in the final round! "From the decisive goal in the quarter-finals! To the hat-trick in the semi-finals, and the equalizing goal + game-winning goal in extra time in the final!!" "He used a historic performance of 11 goals in 6 games, surpassing his predecessor Platini, and completing an amazing achievement!!" "I believe that after the awards ceremony, he will not only win the Golden Boot Award, but also the Best Player title!"
"With this trophy and his performance in the league, he is even expected to compete for the UEFA Best Player! Even the Ballon d'Or!" "Let us wait and see! Let's see what else he will bring us! I believe that this player, who won the 4th title of his career in his second year of debut, will still be aiming for the Grand Slam!" "Will he become the most terrifying player in history? Will he become the number one in history? I think it's worth looking forward to!"
ps: Yesterday or the day before, it should have been the night before, I caught the flu and felt particularly uncomfortable. I was still uncomfortable until yesterday, and I didn't have time to write a single word.
Is there another virus? I didn't start writing until 4 a.m. today, and I haven't closed my eyes since then. I finally finished writing it. I'm sorry to everyone, my body is too weak, I apologize, I will slowly improve my energy.
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