"This opportunity! Goal! One-nil! Van Persie puts Arsenal ahead!"
"A clever follow-up shot helps the team break the deadlock! Not a lucky goal, but an important one!"
"From Maël's quick free-kick, Gervinho's attacking run, Arteta's shot, and then this final touch! Four players contributed to this goal, Arsenal's game might be easier now!"
...
On the sidelines, the Cardiff City players watched the Arsenal players' backs, helplessly retrieving the ball from the net and placing it in the center circle.
They thought they could hold on for a while, but they didn't expect their goal to be breached in less than 10 minutes.
"Clap clap...!" Team captain Hudson clapped his hands, encouraging his teammates, "There's still time! It's just the beginning, let's push forward, let's try again! Don't give up, we've sacrificed a lot to get here, just one last step!"
His encouragement had some effect, as many took deep breaths to adjust their state and prepare to re-enter the game.
"We're Cardiff in the Premier League!
"All these years!"
At this moment, a heart-stirring chorus rang out in Wembley Stadium, not as loud as the Arsenal fans' cheers, but exceptionally clear.
This was Cardiff City's team song, created long ago when the team was still in the Premier League.
The fans were using this method to cheer on the Cardiff City players, hoping they could lift their heads and continue forward!
The players were stunned for a moment, turning their heads to look around, seeing the smiling, determined faces of the fans, who didn't seem to blame the team for conceding a goal, and were still able to encourage the team in the most difficult times.
This gave them more faith, and when they turned their heads to look at the field again, everyone's expression changed, and a raging fighting spirit was burning.
Keep fighting! Win or lose, no matter the score, they would fight to the end, striving to give their fans an explanation, to let them feel even a little bit, a moment of happiness! "Beep!"
"Bang!"
The referee blew the whistle to start the game, and their center forward Kenny Miller kicked off from the center circle.
Arsenal's players rushed across the halfway line to apply high pressure, putting pressure on their defense.
"Bang!" Hudson then played a long pass forward, which was immediately intercepted by Mertesacker, and Arsenal began to control the ball again.
Cardiff City's players chose to continue to push their defensive line forward, applying high pressing.
Before long, they reaped the rewards. Kyle Walker, having just arrived at Arsenal, had not fully adapted to the team's tactical system, and when passing the ball from the left-back position to the center, he didn't form a tacit understanding with Arteta.
"Clap!"
Cardiff City's winger Joe Mason, who rushed over, completed the steal and launched an attack towards Arsenal's backfield.
"Oh!" In the silence of the Arsenal fans, the Cardiff City fans all stood up, raising their hands to cheer for the team's attack.
Joe Mason then chose to cross, and the ball was headed out of the penalty area by Koscielny.
"Bang!!"
At the second point, their midfielder Conway met the ball with a powerful shot, and the quality of the shot was good, pressing it into the goal.
"Clap!" Szczęsny dived to the side, making a wonderful save, and the ball rolled to the right side of the penalty area.
Kenny Miller was standing in this position, his eyes lit up, and he swept the ball across the goal to create a threat.
"Bang!!" At the critical moment, Kyle Walker, who had just made a mistake, made up for it in defense, clearing the ball to the front field with a single kick.
"Ah!"
The Cardiff City players regretfully raised their heads, and then quickly stepped back towards their own half.
"Clap clap clap!" The applause of their fans then resounded throughout the stadium, even if they didn't score, this threatening attack was definitely worth encouraging.
They saw the children's attempts and efforts, they saw hope!
Many players who were chasing back suddenly felt more strength surging through their bodies, and each step was more powerful.
Fighting for such fans is very happy! In the frontcourt, Van Persie got the first touch, and he passed the ball back to Gervinho.
Gervinho had been observing Maël's position on the left, and after getting the ball, he found an opportunity to shake off the marking defender and played a long pass to the opponent's weak side.
Maël received the ball, ushering in a one-on-one opportunity with the opponent's defender McNaughton.
This time his choice was much simpler, using a fancy ball-pulling move to shake off the opponent's center of gravity, and then suddenly cutting inside towards the middle.
The opposing center-back, Hudson, quickly came to defend, rushing in front of him.
"Pa."
Maël, seeing his fierce charge, flicked the ball between his legs, unexpectedly succeeding.
A nutmeg!
"Pa pa!"
McNaughton, who had just been defending him, stubbornly followed from the left. He glanced over, touched the ball with his right foot to make a sudden stop, then flicked it inside again, creating a sliver of an angle.
"Chila!"
The sound of a sliding tackle rang out. The opposing captain, taking advantage of the gap when he passed McNaughton, slid in to block part of the shooting angle.
So tenacious!
Maël was slightly startled. He had already reached the penalty area. The heat of the final made his brain very excited and active, maintaining a super-high processing speed.
He looked at the gap between McNaughton and Hudson, his eyes flashed, and he straightened his left leg in place, tensing his left ankle, and fiercely scraped the bottom of the football.
"Boom!"
At the moment of the shot, his entire center of gravity fell to the left, making an exaggerated force-generating action.
A shot with a stationary leg swing was necessary, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to generate enough force to threaten the goalkeeper!
In the astonished gazes of McNaughton and Hudson, the football spun towards the far corner of the goal, passing the goalkeeper's hand and curving into the far corner of the net in a C-shape.
Goal! Two to zero! "Aaaah...!"
"Maël!!"
"Beautiful! Beautiful!"
"We're going to win!"
In Wembley Stadium, Arsenal fans cheered again, clapping their hands and shouting something towards the field.
The voices of tens of thousands of people mixed together, no one could hear what anyone was saying, only the decibels merged together, forming a deafening sound, "Yeah!"
Maël saw the football hit the net, and a comfortable feeling rose from inside out, immediately transforming into excitement.
"Oh!" He turned to look for his teammates, while constantly punching his fists to both sides, roaring as he ran towards the corner flag area on the side of the field.
The second one!
He also scored in the final!
The championship is one step closer! "Chi chi...!" Following the soft lawn of Wembley Stadium, he slid out passionately on his knees, and after stopping, he continued to punch forward to dissipate his excitement.
"Handsome!" Van Persie came over, kneeling on one knee and hugging Maël, "Good shot!"
"Good praise!" Maël replied, then stood up and gave him a high-five and a hug. They were always the ultimate partners.
"Shouldn't it be a good breakthrough?" Alexandre Song came over with a puzzled look, smiling and pointing to one place, "He rushed all the way from there, passing two players several times in a row, and finally scored."
"Of course, it's a good breakthrough!"
This time it was Gervinho who spoke, rushing over with a big white smile, "I know where my pass is going, if he hadn't broken through all the way, how could I have gotten an assist."
The few of them didn't say anything else, hugging each other tightly, many people were already thinking about how to celebrate after winning the championship.
"Pa!"
On the sidelines, Mr. Wenger was at the peak of his emotions, he completed a high-five with Philip, feeling a sense of relief.
No screw-ups!
There was no lack of goals, or the situation of being scored on first by the opponent, they were leading by two goals early! "This team is reassuring." He couldn't help but sigh to Philip, "Maël has scored 40 goals this season, right?"
"In all competitions, yes, he has." Philip nodded and said happily, "If a Premier League team's striker can score around 40 goals, that's definitely top-notch."
"I don't even want to say he's at the level of Agüero and Suárez, I can only say he's at the level of Alan Shearer..."
"Haha..." Mr. Wenger laughed, "If he wins the Premier League this season, he'll be a superstar."
"He scored again! Maël helped the team take a two-nil lead! A wonderful outside-of-the-foot shot, piercing Leyton's fingers! "We can see that Cardiff City's desire to fight today is very strong, but their strength is indeed quite different from Arsenal! "Two top shooters have each scored a goal with their own abilities!"
"For 7 years, Arsenal fans may get their wish today, note, it's may."
"Haha..." Zhang Lu laughed, his meaning was clear, he felt that Zhan Jun's addition was unnecessary.
The box area above the stadium.
"Ah!"
Isabella's two small faces were flushed, and she clapped and shouted, "We're going to the London Eye, we're going tonight!"
Many people around her smiled, but their faces showed more excitement. After this goal, Arsenal's chances of winning were really high.
"Looks like there won't be a problem."
Harry lay on the stool, drinking beer and said, "Cardiff City's tactics are not feasible, their defenders can't stop Arsenal's attacks on both sides."
"Indeed." Safina nodded, her eyes shining, Maël's moves just now were too elegant.
She thought, it would be great to have a snapshot of this goal on the wall at home! "Everything was going Ma-ehl! Ma-ehl!"
In the corner of the box, José and Lewis, who were sitting alone drinking, seemed a little tipsy, raising their hands to join in the Arsenal fans' celebration.
They were celebrating for the team, and also for their employer, Maël.
"Wembley Champion!"
Isabella then raised her thin arms, leading everyone to sing the Wembley Song again, but she changed part of Wembley to 'Champion'.
She hoped that Maël could lift the first important trophy of his life here, sincerely hoping, and not just for her London Eye appointment.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
Inside the Cardiff City penalty area, McNaughton and Hudson fell to the ground one after another, as if all their strength had been drained, looking at the sky, gasping for breath, questioning life.
Hudson was the first to react. He forced himself out of his sad emotions, quickly propped himself up, and then came to McNaughton's side, "We can't fall, keep going! Keep fighting! Get up! Get up!"
McNaughton then also propped himself up, looked at the fans in the stadium, gritted his teeth and told himself to keep going.
The two then walked together towards the center circle, clapping their hands to encourage their other teammates.
"Beep!"
"Bang!"
When the game restarted, the sadness on many people's faces had reached its peak, but they still firmly rushed towards Arsenal's backcourt, trying their best to complete every tackle.
They were the weaker side, the less favored side, they knew this very well.
The players also understood that losing to Arsenal in the final was not shameful. Having already fallen behind by 2 goals, they could choose to give up, and no one would blame them.
On the contrary, fans of other teams would praise them, encourage them, and regret that they failed to be dark horses until the end.
However, for the sake of their own unwillingness, for the sake of the fans' faint expectations, they wanted to try again! In terms of individual ability, they were not comparable to Maël, who scored over 40 goals that season, or even to Maël from last season.
In terms of club size and number of fans, they were even more out of reach compared to Arsenal.
But there were so many miracles of the underdog overcoming the odds in this world, so much beauty, that it was worth them going all out to fight for it! As long as they pursued victory, pursued the championship, they would reap an inspiration that would run through their lives, an emotional climax they had never reached before!
"Thump thump thump!"
Cardiff City's players ran at all costs, using their persistent belief to briefly suppress Arsenal before the end of the first half, causing frequent dangerous situations in front of Arsenal's goal.
This was what they wanted, even if they only had the upper hand for 3-5 minutes, they would have a chance.
Arsenal wanted to attract them to invest troops in the frontcourt, to create a balanced attack through the backcourt passing to the frontcourt... Then Arsenal had to bear the predicament of not being able to pass the ball out for a certain period of time.
At this time, it was time for them to launch an offensive, and it was also their only chance.
"Pa!"
This time, Mertesacker's long-distance direct pass to Gervinho was intercepted by Cardiff City's midfielder Conway, who then made a long pass to their right winger Joe Mason.
Joe Mason initially wanted to cross, but Kyle Walker didn't want him to cut inside or go to the bottom line, blocking all his routes very tightly.
"Bang."
Knowing that he couldn't beat Walker one-on-one, he passed the ball to center forward Kenny Miller, and then made a run without the ball, cutting towards the corner of the opponent's penalty area.
Kenny Miller was very familiar with him. After making a feint towards the goal, he suddenly passed the ball back with one foot.
"Bang!!"
Joe Mason met the incoming ball and unleashed a brutal long shot with his left foot. The football hurtled into Arsenal's penalty area, instantly attracting many defenders who instinctively dove to block it.
"Thump!" It was Koscielny who blocked the ball, his foot trailing behind his body, altering the original trajectory of the football.
"Whoosh!" Unfortunately, after the change in direction, the ball still flew towards their goal, and in the opposite direction of the goalkeeper's dive.
Deflection!! One to two!
"Yeah!!" The Cardiff City fans finally welcomed the moment they had been waiting for. They shouted and jumped wildly, no longer worrying about the gazes of the Arsenal fans.
Joe Mason's entire demeanor changed in an instant. He puffed out his chest, raised a finger, and ran towards the corner flag, trembling.
Some teammates went to get the ball for the team, while others followed him, celebrating with him.
The entire team's state changed instantly, as if everyone had taken several shots of adrenaline.
"Beep! Beep—!"
Soon, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half. The Cardiff City players, urged by their coach, quickly ran into the locker room, seemingly to conduct some emergency tactical training.
Maël and the Arsenal players were not in a hurry, they were still very confident in themselves.
So, should this be considered a first half that both sides could accept?
Back in the locker room, Wenger quickly pulled out the tactical board and explained some details, but none of them were related to the frontcourt, mainly targeting the backcourt's ball distribution.
After explaining this, Wenger didn't say much else, just stood in the middle of the locker room with his hands on his hips.
"Whoo..."
After a long while, he let out a long breath, "Maybe today is the day, we will regain the championship, come on lads, I believe in you."
He said it very calmly, and after speaking, he turned and walked towards the locker room door.
Just as he walked out the door, he turned back and smiled, "Just one more thing, the dance I promised you will be performed at the end of the season, not now."
"Oh!" A chorus of jeers immediately rang out in the locker room, and smiles appeared on the faces of every player.
"Beep!"
A few minutes later, the second half began, and the Arsenal players refocused and earnestly threw themselves into the game.
The Cardiff City players were also fully focused, their eyes gleaming with a desire for victory, and everyone was constantly looking towards Arsenal's goal.
The midfield became the main battleground for the two teams at this stage.
"Arteta's pass! Intercepted, Cardiff City's Conway is performing very well on the defensive end today! Pushing forward... unable to get past Kyle Walker's tackle! Now it's Ramsey with the ball, a beautiful tackle! The football is intercepted by Gunnarsson with one foot! But Ramsey has a counter-tackle! A new round of entanglement has begun, the midfielders of both teams have started running back and forth, this is a huge impact on their stamina!"
"It depends on who can't hold on first, as long as their stamina declines, they will give the other side a chance!"
"..."
Off the field, Maël also began to retreat constantly, joining the midfield battle to provide support for his teammates.
In entanglement and scrambling, the gap between football players is not very large, at most there are differences in speed bursts, physique, prediction, and explosiveness.
Running can make up for this gap to a certain extent, which is why Cardiff City can fight with them.
Their differences lie more in their footwork and awareness, in the overall nature of their offense and defense, in the number of routines and methods they have, and in their ability to create opportunities and their shooting success rate.
Therefore, only by doing well in the things that everyone can do well can they usher in the opportunity to exert their advantages! "Bang!"
In the 51st minute of the match, Maël himself intercepted the ball and dribbled it straight in, unleashing a brutal long shot from 30 meters away from the goal in the center.
The ball failed to hit the target, but flew out past the goalpost, not far off.
This gave Maël the confidence to try more long-range shots, and he began to ask for the ball more frequently, seeking opportunities to score.
As long as they score another goal, the other side will basically not be able to make any waves, and they will undoubtedly win this EFL Cup trophy.
And if he scores this goal, he will most likely become the best player in this match.
Finals Best Player! This is the most valuable individual achievement in a cup competition, and it is an important entry that will be written into his resume.
Even Puma has a special bonus clause for this, the amount is the same as winning the EFL Cup, £500,000.
In other words, as long as he wins the game and is selected as the Man of the Match, he will receive another £1 million bonus from Puma!
Adding to the previous £1.85 million, his base endorsement fee will reach £2.85 million!
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Maël's running became even more powerful. He had set a goal to earn £20 million in endorsement fees from Puma in a year.
Now, it seems he has a chance to move one or two steps closer to that goal.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
In the 64th minute of the match, Arsenal played a series of beautiful passes in their own half.
After Szczęsny passed the ball to Koscielny, the latter passed it to Kyle Walker on the wing.
Walker controlled the ball, opened his body forward, and, noticing an approaching defender, pulled the ball back and passed it to Arteta, then quickly sprinted behind the defender.
Arteta didn't play a one-two with him, but instead turned and passed the ball directly to Ramsey, who was further upfield.
Ramsey was tightly marked by a defender, but with a preemptive move, he managed to pass the ball back.
"Bang!"
Arteta had been observing after passing the ball to him. When the ball reached his feet, he played a diagonal through ball, passing it to Kyle Walker, who had been surging forward.
They've brought it back!
And advanced past midfield!
"Oh!" Many Arsenal fans in the stands rose again, watching Walker's forward surge with anticipation.
Walker's speed was extremely fast. He took two touches and arrived on the wing in the attacking third, shaking off the defender behind him.
Seeing that he had accelerated, Maël turned and moved towards the center, leaving the wing to him to avoid overlapping.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Kyle Walker was smart. He dribbled towards the baseline for two more steps, drawing McNaughton's defense, and then passed the ball to Maël, who was closer to the center.
"Good ball!" Maël stopped the ball towards the opponent's center, and his body quickly followed.
Van Persie then cut towards the left side of the box, drawing away the opponent's other center-back, Andrew Taylor, for him.
Maël raised his leg as if to play a through ball into the box, but when his right foot touched the ball, he suddenly pushed it towards the center, causing Cardiff City's captain, Hudson, to lose his chance to defend.
The situation opened up! "Aahh!"
Seeing that Cardiff City's captain, Hudson, had been left behind, Arsenal fans gradually stood up, and another spectacular scene appeared at Wembley Stadium.
"Bang!!"
Maël didn't hesitate. He steadied his supporting foot, rapidly folded his right leg back, and then explosively curved it towards the football.
Cut Inside and Curved Shot!
Let's try a shot! The football bypassed Hudson, who jumped up again to block, and spun, whistling, drawing a beautiful rainbow towards the far corner of the goal.
The ball speed wasn't slow. At least, by the time the naked eye could capture its flight path, it had already reached goalkeeper Heaton's hand.
"Tzz!" Heaton did a great job with this save. The fingertips of his outstretched left hand had touched the football, and he could feel that the football should have a small sidespin.
But when he landed and looked back, he saw that the football's spin was still violent, turning into the inside of the post.
"Clang!"
"Swish!"
As the football changed direction after hitting the inside of the post and smashed into the net, everyone in Cardiff City's penalty area suddenly seemed to have super glue stuck to their feet, unable to move their bodies.
Only those whose feet slowly left the ground, their entire bodies slamming onto the grass, seemed able to escape this 'curse'.
But they were soon stuck to the grass with their knees and foreheads, kneeling on the ground in frustration.
Another goal! Three to one!
"AahhYeah!!"
Wembley Stadium erupted in cheers again, deafening and earth-shattering, as the emotions of every Arsenal fan reached their peak.
A brilliant Curved Shot! They are one step away from the championship! "Yeah!"
In this atmosphere, Maël raised his head, tossed his hair, raised both hands pointing to the sky, and ran towards the sidelines to celebrate.
Brace!
He wasn't paying tribute to anyone in the sky, nor was he respecting any deity, but simply repeatedly thanking himself for spending day after day on the football field, giving him the opportunity to become a key player in this final!
His performance lived up to his own expectations and to everyone who supported him. Now, they are about to lift the championship trophy! "Oh!"
The entire Arsenal team ran towards him again, but stopped a few steps away, seemingly afraid of disturbing him.
Maël laughed and turned around, clenching one fist and raising it high, while placing the other hand on the Arsenal team emblem on his chest, patting it constantly.
"I did it! We did it!"
"Click, click...!" The media reporters on the sidelines kept pressing the camera shutters, recording this scene.
In the lens, Maël wore a bright smile, and even though his expression was slightly exaggerated, he still appeared extremely handsome.
His face still had a hint of childishness, but he could already bring a sense of security to people, enough to make everyone entrust everything to him with confidence.
Even Zhan Jun, who was not usually accustomed to using poetry to describe players, couldn't help but sigh this time: "Like jade is he who dwells on the path, a peerless gentleman! Maël's goal has basically killed the game!
"He can always solve problems for Arsenal fans with goals, and he can always use a light blow to disintegrate the fighting spirit that the opponent has worked so hard to build! Such a player is too rare... His emergence in football this season is not only the luck of Arsenal fans, but also the luck of fans all over the world!
"He is only 18 years old this year, and in the future, we will have a long time to see him!
"Even when the peerless duo retires, he will still be in his prime. He will become the youth of a new generation of fans, and become a person who cannot be dispelled from their memories."
On the sidelines, Mr. Wenger did not stand up to celebrate this time, but watched the game with a smile, the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears.
The rest of the game was finally taken over by Arsenal.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
They launched a positional attack, firmly controlling the ball, not giving Cardiff City any chance.
Cardiff City's arrogance was hit to a certain extent, and they could not counterattack in a short period of time, so they could only defend passively.
Time passed by minute by minute. Many Cardiff City players showed anxiety on their faces. Even some who were cramping consciously rolled off the field, unwilling to waste time.
Especially after the game entered the 80th minute, feeling that an important opportunity was moving away from them, some Cardiff City players' expressions completely fell into confusion.
This kind of confusion is not doubt, but blankness... Perhaps it is a protective state triggered by the brain to avoid excessive sadness.
Their minds were empty, and sometimes when they were running, they only remembered running, not knowing what they were going to do.
"Beep!"
In the 87th minute, Maël was tripped by the opponent's defender McNaughton while Cutting Inside, and the referee awarded a free kick outside the penalty area.
The game ushered in a brief pause. The players from both sides withdrew from the long and intense fight, calmed down for a while, and relieved the fatigue of their brains and bodies.
It was also at this moment that the Cardiff City players came back to their senses and realized what they were about to lose... A sense of sadness poured into their brains like a tide, and then some people completely collapsed.
"I didn't touch him, I really didn't, I just had a slight contact."
When arranging the wall, the strong man McNaughton was already crying, with tears and snot all over his face. He shook his head constantly with red eyes, "It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this, we don't have time."
The people next to him had heavy expressions and did not speak, but presumably they felt the same way as him.
Maël looked at this scene, and clearly felt their desire for victory in front of Arsenal, and a sense of admiration arose in his heart.
Such opponents must be respectable. Perhaps in the future, they will also face opponents with stronger overall strength than them. He hoped that everyone would have such a desire to win at that time.
And seize all opportunities, defeat strong enemies, and leave no regrets.
Thinking of this, he put away his thoughts. Now is not the time to sigh too much. The game is not over yet, and he still has the opportunity to pursue goals.
"Hoo!"
Standing in front of the free kick spot, he looked at the upper right corner of the opponent's goal with firm eyes, adjusted his breathing, hoping to blast out the highest quality shot.
He already has 2 goals, if he scores another goal, he can complete a Hat-trick in the final!
This is definitely a rare achievement that he will remember for a long time! "Beep!" The referee's whistle sounded, and McNaughton, on the outermost side of the wall, wiped his eyes, protected his teeth and bridge of his nose with his hand, and stood upright.
Maël took a deep breath, took one last look at the upper right corner of the goal, and then firmly lowered his head and began to run up.
When planting his supporting foot, his toes made a large movement to the left before swinging his arm and folding his right leg.
Goalkeeper Heaton was originally positioned on the right side of the goal, but seeing Maël constantly aiming for his upper left corner, he quickly moved closer to the wall.
"Bang!!"
Maël's right foot hooked the football, wrapping the lower half of the ball and sending it out, until his right ankle was completely facing left.
Feint to the east, attack to the west!
Here it comes again! He loves to shoot like this, enjoying the feeling of deceiving the goalkeeper.
This technique can be used not only in penalty kicks, but also in open play and set pieces! Goalkeeper Heaton was fooled, he came to the position behind their wall, and didn't even see where the football was flying at first.
By the time he saw the football, it was already near the penalty spot.
He stood frozen in place, lowered his hands that he had already raised to make a save, and desperately opened his mouth, "No."
"Swish!" The football smashed into his right side, the angle wasn't tricky, but the speed was very, very fast.
Maël just wanted to take advantage of his deception and quickly score into the unguarded goal! Four to one!
Completely killing the suspense! "Wow!!!"
Wembley Stadium is now cheering for Maël alone, no one can sit still, the fans just want to jump and celebrate the last few minutes.
A hat-trick in the final!
This time, Maël didn't choose any fancy celebration, he roared and tore off his jersey, waving it as he rushed to the sidelines, shouting a satisfying phrase, "Vamos!!"
His whole body trembled, and when he shouted to celebrate, it even drove the shaking of his jaw and neck.
The championship is coming! His third hat-trick of the season, his second goal hat-trick! The Arsenal players quickly rushed over, Van Persie jumped up and wrapped his arms around Maël's neck from behind, hooking Maël's body backward.
Sagna and Arteta lifted his feet from the front, the former laughing and complaining, "He's really heavy!"
Maël quickly understood what they were going to do, and a smile appeared on his face.
The other players also came over, forming a circle around him, supporting him from all parts, and shouting excitedly, "321 go!!"
Counting to the last beat, they exerted force together, throwing him into the air for a 'toss' celebration.
"Go!"
"Go!"
After the first toss, they mastered the rhythm, exerting force together, catching him together, and then releasing the force together, repeating this continuously.
"Hahaha!"
Maël laughed loudly in the air, having experienced similar celebrations before, he no longer felt terrified, only joy this time.
He originally wanted to close his eyes and enjoy the feeling of being airborne and weightless, but he couldn't help but open them, looking towards the sea of red at Wembley Stadium, towards the Arsenal players below.
Playing here, winning with these superstar teammates, lifting the trophy together, is really great!
They will continue to win, until they win everything! On the sidelines, Mr. Wenger put his hands on Philip's shoulders, shaking him back and forth excitedly, "I told you, it's this season, it's this day!"
Philip's body kept shaking, shaking him a little unbearably, "Okay, okay, I know, can you stop first!"
"Satisfying!" Mr. Wenger shook him hard one last time, then released his hands and looked up to see how much time was left in the match.
After discovering that there was still more than a minute left in the regular 90 minutes, he stood on the sideline, ready to go on the field to celebrate.
In the box area above the stadium.
"AhaAhaAha!"
Everyone jumped up happily, especially Isabella, who jumped the most, she stomped her feet hard each time, bouncing up with force, expressing her happiness to the fullest.
"Hat-trick!" Isabella raised her hand, looking at Maël in the corner flag area, full of pride, "He's just doing magic!"
"He is indeed a magician!"
Safina next to her clapped her hands and replied with a smile, "Looking at it this way, we should be able to go down and celebrate with him later, right?"
"Why join in the fun."
Harry retorted, but there was still some anticipation in his eyes, he just didn't know if they could go onto the field and celebrate with the players.
"Let's go." José walked over with a beer in hand, smiling as he patted Harry's shoulder. "He invited us before the game, asked us to go down to the players' tunnel after the match, and after their trophy presentation, we can come out."
Harry turned to face him, excitement gradually appearing in his eyes, as he craned his neck to observe the time on the scoreboard.
"It's almost 90 minutes, there should be 1-2 minutes of added time, right?" He had barely finished speaking when the game clock ticked past 90 minutes, but the fourth official had yet to appear on the sidelines.
"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"
Just as they were wondering, the referee blew three long whistles to signal the end of the match, without giving any added time.
The game was over! Arsenal defeated Cardiff City four to one, winning the EFL Cup title this season! "Yeah!!"
"Wembley!"
"Champion!"
Everyone in the box excitedly raised their arms and cheered, their emotions overflowing uncontrollably. They all rushed out of the box, ready to go down to the players' tunnel.
Who would be reserved at this moment? Everyone was thinking about quickly going down to celebrate with their employer!
"Yeah!!"
In the center of the field, upon hearing the referee's final whistle, Maël also raised his hands. He fell backward, first sitting down on the ground, then lying flat on the pitch.
They had won! They would be the champions of the English League Cup this season, and he had completed the first step of his Grand Slam of club honors! Even if it might be a small step, it was definitely a meaningful one.
He was extremely grateful to have scored a Hat-trick in such a match, which would further deepen his impression of this profound first experience, allowing him to remember this moment forever.
It seemed that with three goals, he would get his wish and win the final's best player award, increasing his Puma endorsement fee to £2.85 million.
He was also close to the first tier of the Tiered Bonus, £3 million.
Next, he would concentrate all his attention on the Premier League, aiming for an undefeated title win!
Maël closed his eyes, a sense of happiness filling his entire body, making him seem to forget his fatigue, even forgetting how to celebrate. He just wanted to lie there, staying in this moment forever.
No, he still had higher goals, he couldn't just lie here, he had to pursue greater honors and achievements, greater happiness and joy! "Aha!!"
"Clap clap clap clap...!!"
Inside Wembley Stadium, the fans' cheers and applause continued for a long time, as if the fervor would continue forever and never fade.
The embarrassing journey of seven years without a title had finally reached a turning point today!
Since Maël arrived at the team this season, they had won an EFL Cup title as they wished!
"We are the champions!"
On the sidelines, Arsenal's substitute players and assistant coaches all rushed onto the field, waving their arms.
"Yeah!!"
"Aim for the Double Crown!"
"I must take out a bottle of champagne today and spray Mr. Wenger's clothes!"
"Haha... me too!"
"This shouldn't count as opening champagne halfway through, right? Although we still have to work hard in the league."
"It doesn't count, no one says it counts!"
Wenger looked at them and couldn't restrain himself, but before rushing onto the field, he politely went to the sidelines and shook hands and hugged the Cardiff City coach.
"Played well, very spirited." He suppressed his emotions, trying to appear calm, to avoid intensifying the other's sadness.
Watching the other party pout, nod regretfully, and turn to walk into the players' tunnel, gradually disappearing from view.
Wenger's emotions gradually rose, until they completely erupted. He turned and rushed onto the field, shouting excitedly, "Come on! Come on!!"
Stepping on the soft grass, stepping on the familiar old ground, he also recalled the feeling of winning the FA Cup four times here.
The high emotions in his memory intertwined with the emotions of this moment, immersing his brain in an extreme joy, as if reaching the peak.
Actually, it shouldn't be like this, these were two different events, but the long-awaited joy of winning and the pleasure of reviving after seven years of dormancy made him unable to control himself.
He was back! Everything was back! They would start from here, step by step, back to their former peak, even surpassing it.
In this instant, he had a strong premonition that this team would achieve unexpected success.
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