Wembley Stadium, the players of both teams were locked in a fierce battle.
Everyone moved quickly with the team's overall formation, focusing intently on making decisions and adapting to the rapidly changing situation.
"Na na na na na na na!"
The fans were still singing "Hey Jude," and commentators from dozens of countries and regions were passionately providing commentary, each throwing themselves into the football with all their might.
"Cazorla has the ball, his small techniques are very skillful! He gets past Fabregas and Mata's pressing, and passes the ball to the right! Gervinho dribbles forward at high speed and crosses directly to Giroud! The ball is intercepted by David Louis, who jumps up and stops it with his chest, Chelsea's chance to transition! Another long pass! It should be for Torres! Ah, still couldn't get past Thiago Silva, who made up for Sagna and headed the ball out of bounds!"
In the commentary box, after watching the first 3 minutes pass, Zhan Jun thought for a moment and explained, "From the start, the two teams, both with many new players, are integrating very well.
"Their players have shown a very high level of tactical awareness and have brought us an eye-pleasing fast-paced transition attack.
"As for a deeper interpretation, I'll leave that to Zhang Lu."
Zhang Lu nodded, he was responsible for the tactical analysis commentary, "Mr. Wenger's Arsenal seems to be continuing their philosophy of beautiful football, emphasizing quick passing and quick rotation in attack.
"In my opinion, as long as there are excellent players, their philosophy will never be outdated and is extremely lethal.
"This season, they have strengthened their defense, improved the technique in midfield, and added diversity to the attack. I think we can expect them to perform better than last season.
"Of course, for them, the most core question may be only one... that is, what kind of help can others provide to Maël?"
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"As for Chelsea, it can be seen that the newly appointed Spanish tactical master Benitez has worked hard in pre-season training, and he has built this new Blues team very well.
"The players cooperate very well with each other, they are neither aggressive nor retreating, and they show Benitez's balance very well, and they can all exert their own advantages under this system.
"And from the overall formation on the field, they have become more compact compared to last season.
"Especially in defense, everyone is piled up around the edge of the penalty area, and the distance between the midfield and backcourt players is only about three meters, not giving any space to the arc.
"This will reduce the risk of them being penetrated by Arsenal, and will also somewhat limit Maël's breakthrough and shots."
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Off the field, Benitez's keen eyes swept across every corner of the formation, occasionally waving and shouting to make fine adjustments, "Retreat quickly! Retreat! Mata, you have to be faster, limit Cazorla!"
As the successor to Di Matteo, who took over from Boas halfway through the season but miraculously won the Champions League and FA Cup titles, the coach who spent more than 200 million pounds to strengthen the team in the new season is under tremendous pressure.
It can be said that everyone is waiting to see him make a fool of himself, waiting to ridicule Abramovich for giving the money to a long-depressed, out-of-date coach.
"Hey!"
Benitez suddenly waved his hands towards Arsenal's backfield, "Pop out quickly! Quickly! Everyone follow me, a balanced attack cannot win, use running to create advantages!"
He stepped forward to follow the team's attacking defense line, and as he approached Mr. Wenger's coaching bench, he saw the football being destroyed by Arteta's sliding tackle from behind to the feet of an Arsenal defender.
"Thump!"
When the Arsenal defender controlled the football, Fabregas, who had just been dribbling forward, also fell to the ground, lying on the grass with his hands raised to express his dissatisfaction.
But the referee didn't respond, and watched as Thiago Silva made a long diagonal pass to Maël on the wing.
Benitez pursed his lips uncomfortably, as if he had swallowed a fly. He was not a person who liked to shout and scream, otherwise he would have started greeting the referee at this time.
Returning to his position, his gaze on the field was sometimes filled with confidence, and sometimes with unusual tension.
He had done a lot of homework for this one-game-decides-all championship battle, all to limit Arsenal's attacking space and Maël's common tactics! He desperately hoped to use a Community Shield Cup title as a greeting gift to the fans of his new team! Judging from the current situation on the field, the game was within the scope of his pre-match deduction, and everything was under control. However, he was still a little worried about Maël, who had dominated all the teams in the European Cup.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
On the field, Maël dribbled the ball quickly towards Ivanović, his dribbling rhythm very smooth.
He concentrated on Ivanović's center of gravity, looking for an opportunity to break through, while often turning his head to observe the situation in the penalty area and Ribery chasing back from behind.
He had experienced countless times in his career the scene of dribbling along the sideline and starting a solo burst.
But he always enjoyed it, always enjoyed breaking through different players under different tactical systems, crushing the opponent's defense to contribute to the team, and the satisfaction of letting the team win!
After playing for a few minutes, he also felt that the opponent had some targeted arrangements today, and seemed to want to win by using a dense and compact defensive position and transition offense.
He was very familiar with this. In the later Premier League, every team would make this choice when defending.
Even powerhouses like Manchester City and Arsenal were the same, otherwise they simply couldn't defend.
As a strong team at this time, Chelsea's ability to lower their stance and make such a choice was enough to prove that Benitez indeed had some advanced things in terms of tactics and was unconventional in making changes.
This did make him feel a little troubled. Everyone preferred to find space to break through in a loose defense and play a faster one-stop dragon with higher viewing value.
But it's not a big problem!
After the European Cup, the only thing he improved was his fancy skills. Dribbling went from lv3 to lv4, and additional skills went from lv2 to lv3.
Today, he would just use Chelsea's players to test it out and warm up for the new season! "Tuk, tuk, tuk!"
When Maël dribbled the ball to the corner of the penalty area, Ribery had already chased back from behind, blocking his space to break inside.
He could only choose to continue dribbling towards the baseline, deliberately keeping the ball very close to Ivanović, attracting the opponent to make a tackle and then change direction.
But Ivanović was not fooled. He showed great determination and stood firmly in place with a low center of gravity.
Benitez should have told him, or he knew himself, that his reaction could not be as fast as Maël's, and he would inevitably be passed if he made a tackle.
Even if he poked the ball, it would be difficult to compete with his body and control the ball.
"Swish!"
Maël suddenly pulled the ball towards his back, and then tapped his heel towards the baseline. After the opponent followed, he continued to pull the ball back with his left foot, repeating the action.
It was a very simple back pull and tap, but he did it very quickly, dazzling Ivanović and Ribery who were defending him, and constantly exposing them to the risk and pressure of being broken through.
Soon, Ivanović's brain was disturbed. Before reason and calmness could tell him what to do, he stepped forward and approached Maël.
It was indeed difficult for people to sit still under high pressure. The feeling that the opponent would make a move at any time while he could only wait would make people feel fear and make people want to change uncontrollably.
What's more, he had already retreated to the baseline and had no way to retreat. He couldn't retreat horizontally back to the penalty area and let Maël easily enter the dangerous area.
Ivanović probably knew that this was the best opportunity his previous determination had created for him. His final battle with Ribery to defend Maël two-on-one had begun.
"Bang, bang..."
Maël no longer made ineffective ball-pulling movements. He dribbled the ball straight towards Ivanović, who was coming up, and the distance between the two quickly closed.
"Pa, pa!" His center of gravity shifted to the right, and his right foot also pushed the ball to the right, and then changed direction and buckled the ball to the left within 0.5 seconds.
Elastico breakthrough! Compared to the past, he now uses this move with greater *speed and skill, even being able to execute it during shifts in his center of gravity! "Ohhhh!" Arsenal fans in the stands stood up in advance, a burst of cheers ringing out in Wembley Stadium*.
Looking at that elegant figure on the field, the eyes of all Arsenal fans were filled with reverence and anticipation, hoping that he could break into the penalty area and blast through the opponent's defense.
Off the field, Ivanović quickly changed direction, chasing after Maël as he cut the ball towards the baseline. He was by no means clumsy, and it would be a bit difficult to get past him easily with such a breakthrough move.
"Pa!"
Maël came to the ball and used his right foot to hook the Football back inside towards the baseline, trying to convey a false body language to Ivanović, that he was going to the baseline, and you better keep up and not slow down.
"Bang!"
But when the Football came to the arch of his left foot, he instantly hooked the ball back to complete another change of direction.
Keep going! Keep changing! At the same time, his left foot slammed into the ground to complete the body turn, as if the whole person and the Football were one, always able to maintain a very close distance.
The *speed of this entire process was definitely no more than 0.5 seconds. The increasingly better combination of man and ball, and the increasingly swift movements, were also the improvements brought to him by the upgrade of Fancy Ma*!
Ivanović had actually anticipated that Maël might turn again, and had started to shift his center of gravity and slow down in advance, but when Maël really changed direction, he could only stretch out a foot in a flustered manner.
Too fast! Couldn't keep up! This hasty foot naturally didn't cause Maël any trouble, on the contrary, it would delay him for about a second.
After Maël shook him off, he faced Ribery, who was chasing back. The latter was definitely easier to break through than Ivanović.
It's not to say that he isn't a defensive player, but mainly because of those feints just now, Ribery in the back was also following along. As long as he went with the flow and maintained his step frequency to change direction, it would be fine.
"Pa!"
Maël hooked the ball into the penalty area, dodging Ribery's foot, perfectly completing this one-on-two breakthrough.
"Aaahhh!" The cheers at the scene were even louder, and almost everyone stood up.
"Cover! Cover!"
Benitez on the sidelines was anxious, his face flushed as he shouted to David Louis and Terry: "Defend the far corner! He's going to Curved Shot!"
"Bang!"
His judgment was correct. After entering the penalty area, Maël didn't intend to make any more complicated breakthroughs. After taking a step to the side, his right foot wrapped around the Football and shot out a Curved Shot.
From this, it was enough to see that he had done a lot of research on Maël. Now it depends on whether this microscopic research can allow their team to successfully limit him.
In the Chelsea penalty area, seeing Maël shoot, Giroud and Van Persie both sprinted towards the goal, waiting for a second chance to shoot.
David Louis jumped up desperately to block, while Terry went to the front of the goal to prevent the goalkeeper from fumbling.
Under everyone's gaze, the Football drew a beautiful arc, bypassing David Louis's waist, rotating towards the far corner of the goal, but finally made contact with the outside of the post.
"Clang!" The Football brushed against the post and flew directly out of the baseline.
"A shot! Unfortunately, unlucky! Wow, Maël's series of operations can't help but make people see the shadow of Ronaldinho, it's really too elegant!"
The broadcast camera focused on Maël's back. He looked at the trajectory of the Football flying out and hugged his head, and even Van Persie and Giroud, who rushed to the front of the goal, made the same movement.
"Ah!" The regretful voices of the Arsenal fans at the scene were also recorded into the broadcast, and audiences around the world realized how close Arsenal was to taking the lead just now.
"He was originally on the Muscle Freak route of Strength and Speed, but why is his style of play becoming more and more elegant and free, and he can also handle fine work? "Such a player is difficult to defend against, anyway, I can't imagine how desperate I would be if I had to stand there facing such a player!"
"Hehe...!" Zhang Lu's sinister laughter sounded, as if he couldn't bear to imagine the scene of Zhan Jun facing Maël's breakthrough, it must be very funny... and vulnerable.
The broadcast camera turned again to Ivanović and Ribery, and you could see the panic and lingering fear on their faces. When the camera focused on the faces of other players, you could see that the rest of Chelsea were in the same state.
Benitez on the sidelines was even more so. He didn't see who made a mistake in this defense, but Maël still created a threat through a forced breakthrough.
Perhaps, such a player is a superstar who stands out even among a group of star players. "Bang!"
Čech then kicked out the goal kick. Possession changed hands several times before coming to Hazard's feet. He, who was new to the Premier League, wanted to test Sagna.
The excitement of playing at Wembley Stadium for the first time made this future Pear Blossom Fragrant Burger King show a strong desire to prove himself. His feet were like flowers, and he quickly made Sagna unable to parry.
After arriving in front of Mertesacker, although he briefly gained the upper hand with his agility, he still made a mistake in the last step of dribbling, allowing Mertesacker to find a chance to block his position.
"Oh oh...!" Many Chelsea fans with expectant faces fell back into their seats. Most people were not optimistic about this player who didn't look strong.
In the next period of time, the two sides exchanged attacks and refused to give in to each other, vividly demonstrating why you get what you pay for.
"Bang!"
In the 11th minute of the game, Fabregas caught goalkeeper Lloris's mistake in passing the ball, and with a change of pace, he dodged Arteta and passed straight into the penalty area when fans couldn't even see the passing line from God's perspective.
The football passed through Mertesacker's legs, who was trying to make up for the defense, and rolled into the penalty area through the gap between Sagna and Thiago Silva.
"Deng deng deng!"
"Bang!"
Torres was very fast on his feet. He rushed out from behind D. Silva, and knowing that he wouldn't have any time to adjust after arriving in front of the ball, he directly used his left foot to perform a curved shot at the far corner.
"Bang!" But Thiago Silva caught up faster than he expected, and a sliding tackle blocked the ball out of the penalty area.
Arteta got the second ball. He transitioned it and handed it to Cazorla, who passed it back with one foot and continued to move forward.
"Bang."
Arteta passed the ball back again, passing it to Cazorla's running route, and at the same time used this two-on-one to break through Mata.
Although he hadn't cooperated with Cazorla for long, he already had a very comfortable feeling.
The other party was more talented and gifted than him in attack, but as a Spanish player and having played as an organizing core, he could understand all of the other party's intentions and provide protection.
After receiving the ball again, Cazorla rushed towards the opponent's defense at full speed, disrupting the opponent's formation.
"Bang."
At the moment when Terry chose to fluctuate out to defend, he passed a ground straight ball, passing the ball to Gervinho on the right side who had already inserted into the gap.
Accurate through ball!
Almost a One-on-One! "Gervinho shoots directly! Or pushes to the far corner!! Alas, although the ball speed is very fast, the accuracy is much worse!
"It seems that Gervinho is just Gervinho! If he also had a good level of finishing ability, then he would be Maël, he would be Bale!
"What a pity! Everyone has their strengths!!"
After Zhan Jun's teasing voice fell, Zhang Lu smiled sinisterly again, "Haha...!"
The two of them often enjoyed making fun of the players when they were together, but they generally wouldn't go too far.
"That being said, the player's contribution to the team is beyond doubt. Being able to keep Walcott on the bench means that he has his own place in Mr. Wenger's tactical system."
"That's right. Arsenal's attack can rely on Maël, Giroud, Van Persie, and Cazorla. Gervinho is better suited as a sweeping side midfielder."
"What is this, an attacking left side overflowing with power, and an honest, hardworking right side!"
"Hehe!"
The game continued. In the 29th minute, Arteta intercepted David Louis's forward pass and played it to Kyle Walker on the wing. The latter took advantage of the situation and went straight for the winger.
Maël and Ivanović ran towards the landing point of the football together. He deliberately didn't run too fast, allowing Ivanović to stick close behind him.
As the football was about to reach his feet, he suddenly turned sideways and placed the outside of his right foot on the rolling path of the football.
"Chua!" The football made contact with the outside of his foot, sliding upwards along the curve of his instep, sticking to his calf.
Maël's calf suddenly hooked backward, hooking the ball into the sky more than two meters high, while carrying the forward momentum towards the attack direction.
A one-touch flick over the opponent!
After completing this move, he didn't stop, but nimbly sidestepped past Ivanović, accelerating behind him.
Ivanović, after running past Maël, stared blankly at the football above his head. He had never felt so powerless against any high ball, and he never thought that Maël would break through like this.
"Pa-boom!"
By the time he turned around, the football had already landed at Maël's feet, who forcefully directed it towards their backfield.
"Wow!" The Arsenal fans beside him stood up with their hands raised, watching Maël's back with excited eyes, while others stared at him with mocking smiles.
Ivanović felt a sense of humiliation. If they lost this game, he even wanted to leave the Premier League, wanting to escape from such a left winger.
"Boom!!"
Near the sideline, Maël's left foot curved around the middle and bottom of the football, producing a cross with great speed and arc, accurately targeting Giroud.
Giroud jumped up and pressed against David Louis, swinging the right side of his forehead towards the football, thinking of trying a header into the far corner.
"Pa!"
But he didn't see Čech in the far corner who hadn't had time to catch up. The ball was ultimately punched towards the ground with both hands, and then he quickly used his second reaction to hug the ball in his arms.
"Good job, captain! My man!" Giroud landed and gave Maël a thumbs up, then spat on the ground as usual.
Maël was disappointed, but he didn't blame him, and started running back.
"Boom!"
Nine minutes later, Ribery curled a delicate arc from Arsenal's backfield, finding Fabregas, who had cut into the ribs, and the latter swept the ball across the goalmouth.
Danger!
After Čech made a save, Lloris immediately returned the favor, diving to his side in front of Torres and hugging the ball in his arms.
"Ah!" Both sets of fans let out exclamations, but some were annoyed and some were relieved.
Mr. Wenger on the sidelines crossed his arms. He glanced at his watch, and after discovering that the game was about to enter halftime, he began to observe the substitutes' bench, looking for good opportunities to make changes.
"Aahhh" Just then, faint cheers came from all directions, gathering together and turning into a low shout.
Mr. Wenger suddenly turned his head and saw Maël once again holding the ball and charging towards the opponent's backfield, launching a counterattack.
Unlike before, this time he had a lot of space to start, allowing him to accelerate to his best state, while Chelsea's midfield and defense were very loose because they had just participated in the attack.
Maybe an opportunity. A few glimmers of anticipation appeared in Mr. Wenger's eyes, and then he saw Maël and Ivanović clash again.
"Bang!"
He suddenly changed his strategy of going to the baseline, dribbling the ball towards the center, seized the fleeting opportunity to Cut Inside, then dodged Ribery's sliding tackle and went straight for the two center-backs and Fabregas, who was chasing back.
In fact, when Xiaofa appeared in front of him, he had already been dodged by his dribbling and no longer had any chance of stealing the ball, but it just looked like they were very close.
In just this instant, the three of them were thrown off by his super rhythm changes and changes of direction!
Dribbling past three players in a row!
The performance still didn't stop. Because Maël's Speed was very fast, the two center-backs had to rush out to steal the ball in desperation and panic, unable to make any defensive delays.
"Pa-bang!" Maël cleverly poked the ball past David Louis again, then caught up with the Football with explosive force, and slammed the ball behind Terry, then flashed to chase the ball.
A One-on-One past Terry in the penalty area!
"Boldness born of superb skill!! The force of the touch was very appropriate. Terry stretched his foot but didn't get the Football. Maël has broken through 5 defensive players in a row! This is a good opportunity to change the situation!"
In the penalty area, Maël could hear the cheers of the Arsenal fans almost reaching their peak, and they were all waiting for the final moment.
After he came behind Terry, he pulled the ball back, and his right instep aimed at the far corner of the Football and shot.
"Pa!"
Somehow, he felt that he had kicked something very hard, and then a huge force rushed towards his supporting foot, causing him to fall uncontrollably.
It wasn't until he was lying on the ground that he saw Terry, who looked helpless and raised his hands to the referee.
The opponent fouled! "Damn you!"
Giroud, who had just arrived, had the temperament of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers. After rushing over, he pushed Terry dissatisfiedly, dissatisfied that he used foul means to destroy the captain's wonderful goal of dribbling past many people in a row.
Terry knew that he was in the wrong and didn't fight him, but in the London Derby, who would be afraid of conflict.
"Keep your mouth clean!"
"Stay humble!!"
Xiaofa, Ribery and others were already very unhappy with Giroud, and at this moment they took the opportunity to vent their anger. After coming up, they entangled with Giroud, and several people fell to the ground together, and the scene was chaotic.
"Beep——!!"
The referee didn't care about them for the time being, but first pointed to the Penalty Kick spot, took out a yellow card and showed it to Terry, then clenched the card and walked towards the conflict site.
A yellow card and Penalty Kick package!
Maël got up from the ground and felt that there was nothing serious, but he obviously didn't understand the penalty.
He rushed to the referee, raised his hands beside him and shouted: "The last defensive player other than the goalkeeper, shouldn't such a foul be a red card?!"
The referee was taken aback by him, and a look of contemplation appeared on his face for a short time, but he quickly shook his head, "David Louis and Fabregas both have a chance to chase back, it doesn't constitute the last person!"
"Ha." Maël felt absurd and spread his hands and said, "Do you want me to have a race with them to see who is faster?"
The referee didn't mean to talk to him, and didn't even want to look at him.
Realizing that the penalty couldn't be changed, he could only swallow his anger and turn to support his teammates!
He came to the scene of the conflict and pulled Giroud up from the ground. Seeing Scarface Ribery still wanting to rush over, anger surged in his heart. This was a fight to the death.
With a look of disgust, he fiercely bumped his forehead against Ribery's, "What do you want? Do you think you're still in the French Team of 2010, where you can bully French players at will?!"
Ribery also pushed back, locking horns with him, "Get lost, you snot-nosed brat. What right do you have to yell at me here?"
"Haha." Maël pushed forward forcefully, almost knocking Ribery to the ground. "Play well in England, or your value will drop to 35 million, which is just a fraction of mine."
Since the other party didn't care and used offensive language against him, he naturally had to choose words with high lethality.
Ribery gritted his teeth fiercely, glaring at Maël as he slowly stepped forward.
Terry and several others immediately came over to pull him away. It would have been better if they hadn't. The more they pulled, the more he jumped forward, trying to break free, muttering incessantly, "Keep being complacent, kid! You $%&**#!"
The referee arrived at this moment. Since there were too many people involved in the conflict, he had to give Giroud and Fabregas, who started the trouble, a yellow card each as a warning, only verbally warning the others.
"You—" Ribery wanted to say a few more words, but suddenly felt a sense of relief as Terry and the others stopped pulling him.
Taking advantage of Maël not turning his head, he quickly reined himself in. After secretly flicking his hand towards the sky, he didn't utter another word, suddenly appearing well-behaved.
On the edge of the penalty area, Van Persie held the football, thought for a moment, and turned to look at Maël, "Such a wonderful breakthrough, you should take this penalty... As long as it goes in, that breakthrough will be remembered."
"Okay, thanks." Maël didn't decline, gratefully patting the back of Van Persie's head. After taking the football, he came to the penalty spot.
Before preparing, he turned to look at Van Persie, "No matter what, that breakthrough will be remembered."
Van Persie smiled, then quickly put his index finger to his lips, signaling Maël not to say that, that this ball would definitely go in.
Maël smiled slightly, placed the ball on the penalty spot, and took a few deep breaths with his head down.
He really wanted the Community Shield Cup match. His desire for this championship was even higher than that of ordinary fans.
Therefore, he had to seize this opportunity to possibly take the lead!
Looking up at Čech, a few tricky feelings emerged in his heart, as if he was experiencing Ronaldo's feelings in the 2008 Champions League final.
Peter Čech was too big, standing on the goal line with his arms outstretched, it felt like the entire goal was his.
And unlike other goalkeepers who liked to jump around, he stood firmly in place, only staring at him with sharp eyes, as if judging the shooting direction through his micro-expressions.
"Beep!"
The referee's whistle sounded, and Maël took the last deep breath before shooting, "Hah!"
Then, he held his breath and stepped towards the football, constantly observing Čech's body for any movement.
What made him feel uneasy was that the other party hadn't moved, always maintaining an observation posture. This made it difficult for him, who had originally planned to choose the shooting direction based on the other party's movements.
But he had already started running and couldn't stop anymore, so he aimed for the bottom left corner and tried a Side-Foot Shot.
"Bang!"
Maël's right foot pushed the middle and bottom of the football, sending the ball towards the bottom left corner of the goal. After completing the shot, he looked up and desperately found Čech diving in that direction.
"Pa!" The other party's hands quickly hit the football, pushing the ball out of the goal.
At this moment, Čech's body was so tall and burly, so invincible, like an AI robot goalkeeper who would always make the right judgment.
"Bang!!"
"Yeahhh!"
As David Louis, who had followed up, cleared the ball out of bounds with a big kick, Chelsea fans stood up and cheered. Maël painfully closed his eyes, placing his hands on his waist.
For a moment, many thoughts appeared in his mind. He should have aimed for the middle, he should have feinted to one side and shot at the other, he should have decided earlier and firmly blasted to one side.
Even most penalty takers miss penalties in their careers, and he couldn't even be considered a penalty taker, so missing a penalty wasn't a big deal.
But having not felt frustrated on the field for a long time, he inevitably fell into brief sadness and self-blame.
This was a penalty he created himself, so he didn't need to feel sorry for anyone, but Van Persie took the initiative to give him the penalty, and he didn't score, so he inevitably felt like he had let down his good partner's trust.
"Come on!"
Ribery and Fabregas ran past him, roaring, they ran to help Čech up, but in reality, they were deliberately rubbing salt in his wounds.
"Maël!"
A shout came at this moment, and he looked back to see Van Persie smiling at him, "Actually, what you said is right, even if you don't score, that breakthrough will be remembered.
"An imperfect ending may affect the process in most cases, but yours won't."
The other party didn't have any other expressions on his face, and even deliberately revealed a sense of ease.
Maël gave a dry laugh, waved his hand at him, and walked towards his position.
"Čech saved Chelsea! His success rate in saving penalties is too high, any penalty taker will have a lot of trouble meeting him."
In the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun's voice sounded: "It's a pity for a very wonderful continuous breakthrough! We can notice that Maël's face is very ugly, this really shouldn't have happened to him.
"But this is also something that every top striker will experience, he must adjust his mentality, stand up, and continue to move forward overcoming setbacks!!"
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In the last period of the first half, Maël performed mediocrely, and after the halftime whistle sounded, he was the first to turn around and walk towards the player tunnel.
In the process, he slapped hands with Mr. Wenger, but didn't speak.
"Chi Chi Chi!"
He felt that he should calm down, he walked to the toilet, and after his face was no longer hot, he rinsed his face with ice water, rinsing it many times in a row.
After getting up, he looked at himself in the mirror, and stared at himself for a long time, he couldn't let this negative emotion affect him anymore, it was just bad luck, it was inevitable to encounter it in many games, he must cheer up!
The Community Shield Cup trophy was outside, it was a very beautiful round shield, he had imagined countless times what it would look like to hold it up with both hands. Since he wanted it, he would continue! In addition to remembering to practice comprehensive shooting ability, he had to forget that penalty, just like forgetting the negative comments and doubts along the way! Walking out of the door with powerful steps, he hoped to bring inner strength to himself through the strength of his limbs.
When he reached the door, he saw Mr. Wenger, who seemed to have come long ago but had been waiting here, and the other party smiled at him as soon as he saw him.
Maël smiled knowingly at the other party, feeling much better.
"Leon." Mr. Wenger stopped him, took out a cigarette and walked to the front of the toilet, and said softly: "Your performance in the first half was top-notch, Sky Sports scored 8.6, in fact, you still have the possibility to hand in a perfect score."
Maël paused in place, didn't turn around, just glanced back.
"Beep!"
"The second half of the game between the two sides has already started, and Arsenal has kicked off from the center circle.
"From the first half, the strength of the two teams is still relatively close. Arsenal probably has a 55% advantage. Maël created a lot of opportunities through his personal ability.
"But maybe it's just bad luck. The two teams combined for a total of 11 shots, including 5 in the penalty area, but none of them resulted in a goal!
"Let's see if they will improve after adjustments in the second half!"
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"Bang!" In the 51st minute of the match, Thiago Silva's hard foot made contact with the bottom of the football, sending the ball to the right side of the field.
Gervinho controlled the ball well, and after getting the ball, he passed it to Cazorla, who came to support. The latter opened his body and faced the center.
The two forwards, Giroud and Van Persie, quickly approached, one sticking to the full-back and the other sticking to the right center-back Terry, forming a local numerical advantage in attack.
At the same time, they forced the opponent to move closer to this side as a whole, watching for gaps left during their overall movement.
Cazorla initially wanted to pass the ball to the two of them to play a wall pass, but when he saw Maël inserting into the center and resisting David Louis, his eyes flashed with a strong desire to hold the ball.
"Bang!"
As if by some divine intervention, he suddenly wanted to pass the ball to Maël, whose position wasn't that good.
The football rolled along the ground towards the Chelsea penalty area line. Maël stuck closely to David Louis, who moved back and forth, looking for an opportunity to get in front and take position.
This definitely couldn't be considered a good opportunity. Even Terry, who was originally supposed to cover behind David Louis, was slowly running towards his back, and Mata, who was tracking back, wasn't particularly fast either.
Just like that, the football slowly rolled towards Maël's feet, and everyone was waiting for his next move.
"Pa!"
At the focal point of everyone's attention, Maël suddenly changed his body rhythm, took a small hop, and flicked the ball with his right heel. Immediately after, he turned forward, shifting his weight to the ground and moving forward.
The football suddenly changed direction, slipping through David Louis's legs before he could even judge, and heading into the penalty area.
Nutmeg!
David Louis closed his legs, realizing it was too late. As he prepared to chase back, he saw Maël accelerating past him.
The situation was opened up just like that. Because no one expected Maël to suddenly touch the ball with his heel and nutmeg him, he was bound to get a One-on-One after breaking into the penalty area.
"Oh!!" Arsenal fans stood up once again. Even though Maël's shooting wasn't smooth in the first half, they were still willing to believe in the divine striker from last season.
Chelsea fans mostly stared blankly at the penalty area. They still couldn't understand why the seemingly dense defense could be so vulnerable.
"Chance...!!"
Zhan Jun in the broadcast booth didn't say much, just roared the most direct commentary: "An excellent opportunity to score!!"
On the penalty area line, Maël and the just half-turned David Louis were like a college student racing against an elementary school student. He easily overtook him and got the ball.
To avoid his Side-Foot Shot being predicted by Čech again, he chose a shooting method that required no adjustment at this time and had the least amount of pre-motion.
"Bang!!"
Maël's right foot hit the outside of the football directly, sending the ball towards the far corner of the goal.
Although Čech still quickly pounced towards that side, this time, with more reaction time, he clearly couldn't keep up with the speed of the football.
"Swish!" The football rolled into the net along the left side of the net, causing Chelsea fans behind the net to angrily wave their hands and give the middle finger.
"Yeahhh!!" The Arsenal fans, who had been standing up and cheering for every team attack, erupted with a more deafening sound than ever before.
Goal! One to zero!
Arsenal take the lead in the Community Shield Cup final!
Maël spread his arms and ran towards the stands, every pore opening rapidly, his hair seemingly standing on end.
Listening to this long-lost sound, he chose a familiar way to meet the Arsenal fans in the new season.
He slid out on his knees along the turf, his hands making the shape of dual guns, constantly shaking as he shouted, "BoomBoomBoom!!"
Bouncing up from the ground, he flew and side-kicked the corner flag, his right hand trembling as he waved it forward, "Come on!"
"It's in this time!! Arsenal have taken the lead! Still thanks to Maël!!
"After missing the Penalty Kick, he has redeemed himself, scoring a lively, elfin-like goal to give the team the lead!! This new army with many new recruits, the Red and White Warship that has just set sail, has a chance to start the new season with a championship at Wembley Stadium!"
"."
"Yes!"
"Maël, oh-ho-ho!"
"Was that a nutmeg? Or a ball past the man, how did you do it?!"
Van Persie and Giroud and others quickly ran over, jumping and hugging him, their faces full of joy, this is considered the club's first goal of the new season.
"It was a nutmeg."
Maël high-fived them with a smile, feeling much happier, he then saw Cazorla, who had assisted him, coming over with a bright smile, he always seemed to face everything with a smile.
"Good ball, I never thought that ball could get me an assist."
Cazorla was still in great shape at this time, he high-fived Maël and said, "Let's congratulate each other, your first goal of the new season, my first assist of the new season."
"Haha..." Maël was amused by his words and put his arm around his neck, "We should congratulate each other, I hope this is a good start, phew...!"
In front of the Chelsea goal, the players looked at each other, all a little dazed... How did they concede a goal? Of course, they must often have this kind of emotion, and it didn't last long. Soon someone took the ball to the center circle to kick off.
In contrast, Ribery and Xiaofa, who had shown their true colors after Maël missed the Penalty Kick, were more sad. The two deliberately avoided the direction of Maël's celebration, not wanting to have contact with him.
Who knew that Maël also made a special detour when running back to his own half, came to the two of them, and deliberately clenched his fist and shouted, "Come on! Come on!"
The expressions of the two were a little unnatural, they tried their best to suppress their emotions, to avoid being cut into emoticons after the game.
On the sidelines, next to the gloomy Benitez, was Wenger, laughing and clapping his hands. The old Professor quickly returned to the bench and asked Hans, "What's the Sky Sports score, is it over 9?"
"It's 9.2 now." Hans replied, holding it up, "I don't know if it will decrease later."
"It shouldn't."
Wenger turned to look at the field, he understood Maël's character, "Now that he has started, he won't stop, he will pursue a perfect score, an imperfect but memorable perfect score."
"Beep!"
After the restart, seeing that Benitez had no intention of making any substitutions, Zhan Jun said in confusion, "There are still many options on the bench, including Oscar from Brazil, isn't Benitez going to substitute?"
Zhang Lu quickly took over and explained, "Actually, their lineup itself is very aggressive, very much like a four-two-four, or even a four-six attacking formation.
"I thought from the start, playing like this, the chances of not conceding in the first half are slim, but there's also a very high probability of scoring.
"When it ended zero to zero, I was still marveling at how lucky both teams were in defense in the first half, but their offense was just average.
"So I think it's best to keep things as they are. They have a lot of offensive intensity, but they also need to pay attention to their defense and not let Arsenal score again. Being two goals behind is a big blow to morale."
"..."
"BEEP BEEP!"
In the 63rd minute, just as Chelsea's attack was in full swing, Mata in midfield suddenly fell to the ground clutching his leg.
The team doctor quickly entered the field and, after examination, found that he could no longer continue the game.
Brazilian youngster Oscar quickly stood on the sidelines, ushering in his debut in European leagues. With a youthful face, he looked thinner than others.
But considering his price tag, no one would think he had nothing to offer.
"BEEP!"
The game restarted, and Chelsea still wanted to maintain their pressure and counterattack, but gradually became overwhelmed due to the interruption of rhythm.
"Bang!"
In the 67th minute, Maël chased back to his own half and completed a frontal steal against Fabregas. He then passed the ball to Gervinho on the opposite side.
Gervinho is definitely not a top star, but he is particularly useful in Wenger's system.
If Bale's transfer ultimately fails to materialize, it is very likely that he will secure a starting position here.
"Thump thump thump!"
After passing the ball, Maël lowered his head and started running, sprinting towards the opponent's backfield, constantly overtaking Chelsea's tracking players along the way.
His rhythm was completely different from the others. At this moment, running at full speed without the ball, he looked like a first-class track and field athlete who had strayed into a football field.
"F*ck...!" Fabregas cursed angrily behind him and began to turn around to chase, not giving up.
"Bang bang...!"
On the right side, Gervinho dribbled the football forward, and after seeing Giroud and Van Persie in position, he sent a cross. He naturally wanted to send out an assist himself, deepening Wenger's good impression.
However, after passing the ball, he grimaced and bent down. The strength of this ball seemed a bit light and would fall at the near post.
He looked at the penalty area with tension, saw Giroud running towards the near post, and immediately lowered his body, using an extremely difficult posture to flick the ball back. He lost his balance and fell to the ground as soon as he completed the action.
"Thump thump thump!"
Maël had already rushed to the outside of the penalty area at this time, and he gritted his teeth, wanting to accelerate again and catch up with this attack.
He seemed to be able to smell that something very attractive was waiting for him in front!
"Bang!!"
In the center, it was Van Persie's turn to jump high and head the goal. He was well prepared in this attack, jumping higher than Terry and smashing out a high-quality header.
The football quickly passed Čech's hands and roared towards the goal, but the height was getting higher and higher, and it looked like something bad was about to happen.
"Clang!" The sound of hitting iron rang for the second time, and countless Arsenal fans and players hugged their heads in dismay.
"Still no goal! Oh dear, that's the second time Arsenal has hit the woodwork in this match! Once off the post and once off the crossbar! So unlucky!!"
"Huh?!"
However, immediately following, as the commentators' voices changed, the Arsenal fans and players who saw what happened also changed their expressions at lightning speed, pushing off the ground and leaping up with their hands raised.
"Bang!!"
Maël appeared in the right position this time, meeting the football that rebounded into the penalty area with a diving header, smashing himself and the ball into the goal together.
Re-shot!
Two-nil! Brace!
"WowWow!!" Wembley Stadium erupted, with over forty thousand Arsenal fans and over ten thousand neutral fans cheering and applauding their efficient counter-attack.
"It's in again! Another header! After three consecutive headed passes, Maël finally put the ball into the net!! Brace! This seems to be his normal state!
"Two-nil lead! And it happened at this moment! The challenge for Chelsea to win is getting bigger and bigger! "We see Mr. Wenger, in addition to celebrating, has also called up the defensive midfielder Gilbert. This player, who was registered with Arsenal's first team two years ago, is finally about to make his First Team debut!"
"."
Off the field, after Maël climbed out of the goal, Čech sat next to him, and Fabregas and Ribery had just tracked back to the penalty spot.
But this time he was too lazy to even mock, only smiled contemptuously before spreading his arms and running towards the side of Wembley Stadium to celebrate.
In two visits to this stadium, he has already scored 5 goals! Hopefully, when he retires, he can leave a club player's goal record in this stadium.
"Oh!!"
Maël ran towards the direction of the sunlight, which made him look like he was shining with a concrete, dazzling light, and also reminded people of some divine strikers and superstars who had already left football.
"A Ronaldinho with headers and long-range shots, and who is super disciplined!"
"No, I think he's like Ronaldo, or rather, Ronaldo is like him... Yes, apart from Ronaldo, no one is close to him at this age, there is a clear gap."
"Why do I feel that Ronaldo, in front of him, also has a clear gap?"
"The new season is worth looking forward to!"
"."
Amidst the cheers and discussions, Maël came to the sidelines, put his hands together in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and made a 'rest in peace' celebration.
Then he squatted on the ground and made a flying kiss gesture with a smile towards an old Chelsea grandma.
Without saying a word, the other party swiped their hands and gave a crisp middle finger.
He didn't care, just remembered Mr. Wenger's words - yes, hitting the crossbar and missing a penalty are nothing, he can still hand in a perfect answer!
The Community Shield Cup champion is very close to him, maybe in 30 minutes!
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