March 20th, Maël finished the first phase of shooting for his Pepsi endorsement commercial and successfully completed the formal signing with the company.
Counting the Pepe deal he signed earlier, he has now received endorsement fees from two brands.
After returning home, he posted his third advertisement on his Twitter, earning another commission.
This kind of money-making speed is truly intoxicating. However, he didn't rejoice for too long and quickly used this momentum to train with Davis in two major areas: physical strength and speed.
"Hah! Hah!"
Heavy breathing echoed in the villa's gym. Maël maintained a good breathing rhythm, exhaling heavily with each exertion.
"Good! Good! One more set! Keep it up, maintain the correct form!"
"Beautiful!"
"If you maintain this rate of progress, it won't be long before an even more terrifying monster lands in the Premier League!"
"Haha...!"
Davis kept clapping and encouraging him from the side. The team members would provide Maël with strong emotional value and feedback during training, which was part of their job.
Without these sounds, it would be difficult for anyone to persevere through the monotonous training.
Without external help, it is difficult for people to overcome their innate laziness, especially when they feel they have a high degree of freedom... This is why they hire a personal trainer to supervise.
Before long, Davis glanced at his watch and called out, "Safina! Safina! You can start preparing the food. It's a high-intensity day with a lot of volume, so make a little more."
During training, the body's functions do not improve; on the contrary, they decline rapidly.
Only by quickly replenishing energy after training and getting good rest will the body's functions slowly recover and continue to grow, until they are higher than the level before training.
Maël's training is not for weight loss, but for improvement. At this time, it is extremely important to replenish nutrition after training.
"Got it!" Safina's voice came from outside the door, followed by the sound of her footsteps heading towards the kitchen.
Davis then called Harry on the second floor and reminded him after the call connected, "Harry, check the working status of the frozen therapy oxygen chamber and the high-pressure oxygen chamber. The player will be up in half an hour."
"Overover!" Harry pretended to be holding a walkie-talkie and replied with a smile.
Davis laughed, and even Maël, who was practicing leg strength, lost his focus and had to regain his composure.
"You guys," Maël said with a smile, shaking his head, "You check everything every day like secret agents. It's clearly normal life, but it gives me a very exciting feeling."
"Hahaha."
Davis laughed loudly, then clenched a fist and explained, "Passion! We need to maintain passion. Only then can you stay optimistic and enthusiastic about training."
"Okay, okay, okay." Maël said three "okay"s in a row, then picked up the dumbbells again and started squatting.
After finishing training, he went to the living room to eat, also drinking a cup of mate tea and watching some matches.
"Now that the training intensity is so high, I suggest you add an hour and a half of lunch break every day."
Davis sat beside him, also taking a few bites, and then suggested with a smile, "Or you can try taking a nap while Harry and Safina give you physical therapy and massages. This will help with recovery."
"Time management master?" A smile appeared on Maël's face. He thought for a moment and nodded, "I'll give it a try. Sleeping more will indeed make me feel better mentally."
"I don't know about anything else, but after three high-intensity training sessions a week, I'll definitely be able to sleep."
"What if it feels itchy or painful?" Davis must be in a good mood today, chatting about random things with amusement, "And there's a high probability that you'll have to sleep on your stomach."
"Sleeping on my stomach is fine."
Maël gestured a few times with his right hand, outlining the shape of a human brain, "As long as you cut out a place for my head on the therapy bed, I should be quite comfortable sleeping.
"As for the itching and pain, I'm used to it, it doesn't matter."
Davis raised his eyebrows high, as if discovering a new continent, "Have you had Thai massages outside? Didn't realize you had so much experience in this area."
"Haha..."
Maël laughed twice without saying anything. He couldn't exactly answer that he hadn't done it in this life.
After eating, he went to the therapy room on the second floor, first spending a few minutes in the frozen therapy oxygen chamber, and then doing body recovery in the high-pressure oxygen chamber.
The equipment in his house is becoming more and more complete, giving it the feel of a small club.
"Should I buy this house at the end of the season?" Maël had an idea in his mind. Thinking about it carefully, he had been here for almost a year, and he had long regarded this place as his home.
Besides his old home in Aix, France, this was the only place he could entrust his body and mind to, even more so than his actual home.
Turning it into his own place as soon as possible would surely make him feel more grounded and better adapted to life in London.
£12 million wasn't too expensive for him at the moment. He could definitely afford it, and the value of the house would surely increase in a few years. There would always be a market for a luxury mansion in this location.
Even if he didn't consider its potential appreciation, he should still buy this house.
Emerging from the Oxygen Chamber, Maël went to the physiotherapy room, where Harry and Safina had already prepared various essential oils, waiting for him.
He lay on the physiotherapy bed, closing his eyes and trying to sleep.
Living this busy and fulfilling little life every day, he sometimes wondered if he was no longer just his own person.
He carried the expectations of too many people, countless individuals placing their hopes on him.
Including the team members who lived in his house and were growing closer to him, countless Arsenal fans, Arsenal Football Club, Wenger, Van Persie, and so on.
Would a part of him also belong to these people?
But no matter what, he would always be in control. He had a well-developed personality and values, knowing what he should do.
It was just that, through his own efforts and the help of the Proficiency Panel, he had gradually grown into a player who could influence others, who could become a source of strength for others!
He hoped he could continue to improve, continue to bring joy and satisfaction to those around him and those who supported him, and achieve his goals and pursuits, making his life even more exciting.
...
On March 23rd, the 30th round of the Premier League arrived, with Arsenal hosting Newcastle United at home.
This team was their opponent in the opening game of the season. In that match, Maël scored a Hat-trick, helping the team to a 5-0 victory and a great start to the new season.
It was also after that game that Newcastle's mentality collapsed, and they experienced a period of slump, almost falling into the relegation zone.
In the end, they learned from their pain and increased their investment in the winter transfer window, spending £57 million to strengthen their squad, replacing many players, and also replacing their manager.
They had been playing very well in the second half of the season and were now ranked 7th in the league, very close to the European competition zone.
"Bang, bang!"
In the 14th minute of the first half, Ben Arfa, who was on loan at Newcastle, used his superb Dribbling skills to shake off Mertesacker and fired a shot before Koscielny could block him.
The ball stumbled along, but eventually bypassed Szczęsny's hands and nestled into the lower right corner of the net!
One-nil!
The visitors took the lead!
"Oh!"
Ben Arfa spread his arms and cheered as he rushed to the sidelines. Breaking through Arsenal's goal at the Emirates Stadium was not an easy achievement, and it was certainly worth celebrating wildly.
"A beautiful goal! Newcastle United are fighting for revenge and for a place in the European competition zone! They have been completely transformed! Ben Arfa, one of the 'Four Little Swans' of France, gave the team the lead! Wonderful Dribbling breakthrough! Wonderful snap shot!"
"Arsenal are in trouble. Newcastle United have shown a very determined attitude! They are definitely not an easy opponent!"
After the restart, Arsenal's players seemed a little impatient. They had been playing very well in recent games and had rarely conceded the first goal.
Moreover, their attacking progress today was not smooth. Newcastle seemed to know that they couldn't defend against Maël and Van Persie, so they focused their attention on 'restricting passes to the two'.
This was very common in the Premier League this season, but few teams could do it as well as Newcastle.
The distance between each of their defensive players was perfectly maintained, and their cover and assistance never went wrong, rarely giving passing lanes.
Even if they did, they could react immediately, forming a local encirclement and suppression of Maël and Van Persie, blocking all space.
"Beep! Beep—!"
Until the end of the first half, Maël and Van Persie did not get any good chances. They got together to talk as they went off the field.
"There are 4 defenders blocking the passing lanes as soon as I get the ball, and they are very focused, rarely getting faked out."
Van Persie glanced at the Newcastle players walking towards the player tunnel beside him and shook his head slightly, "A few times I wanted to find the gap behind them to hit their ribs, let you rush, but I couldn't pass it."
"They're too excited today." Maël also glanced to the side, "They're desperately trying to get revenge. I didn't expect the opponents in the last few rounds to be so difficult to play against."
Van Persie sighed softly and explained, "That's how the Premier League is. There's also the fact that our own pressure also affects our performance.
"This is my 8th year here, and I deeply understand what pressure means.
"In previous years, as long as the team was still fighting for the top 4 at the last moment, the games would definitely become more and more difficult, everyone was afraid of losing and very nervous.
"The pressure back then can't even compare to now. I hope we can get through this."
Maël walked into the player tunnel and patted his shoulder. "We definitely will. Keep it up in the second half. I believe we can come back."
Van Persie nodded without saying anything and walked into the locker room first.
After the second half started, Maël, under Wenger's instructions, began to drop back to the midfield to receive the ball. This time, he dropped back very deep.
Not only to increase his possession opportunities, but also to lower Newcastle's defense's guard and expose weaknesses.
This change didn't have a significant effect at first, and Newcastle understood their intentions.
After Maël got the ball, he mostly launched attacks on the wings, either crossing from the byline or cutting inside to shoot, but he didn't find any good opportunities.
It wasn't until the game passed the 70th minute that Newcastle's stamina declined rapidly due to continuous high-intensity running, and they gradually couldn't concentrate.
"Bang!"
In the 76th minute, Maël flicked his ankle and sent a ground pass towards the ribs. This pass was brilliant, not only was the ball speed extremely fast, but it also had an arc.
At first, the football seemed to be rolling towards the corner of the six-yard box, but as it rolled into the box, it slowly arced towards the front of the goal, creating a larger shooting angle.
"Bang!"
Van Persie cleverly shook off the defender, followed up, and shot directly without stopping the ball, burying the ball into the near corner.
One to one!
Equalized! "Yeah!" The Emirates Stadium, which had been silent for a long time, finally reversed its state and became noisy again.
Van Persie pointed at Maël and ran to the sideline. After the two met, they roared and slid out on their knees together.
"The Van-Mael Connection! One of the most classic connections in the Premier League and even world football this season! The pressure on Arsenal has been greatly reduced. If they end with this score, they can at least get a draw!
"This is absolutely acceptable! Even if they only get 1 point, they will become the team with the highest score in Premier League history in the 30th round of the league!
"They will have 78 points at that time! And there are still 8 rounds left in the league! "I am almost certain that this season's Premier League champion will have more than 90 points, and may even break the 95-point record left by Mourinho in the 04-05 season! "I just don't know if any team can challenge three-digit points, that's difficult, will it happen?"
"."
Just two minutes after this goal, Maël seized another opportunity on the edge of the penalty area.
"Bang!"
He spotted Walcott's overlap on the wing, and once again used the same trick, threading a surgical pass, aiming at the gap behind the opponent's full-back and center-back.
The football tore through Newcastle's defense like a sharp sword, and slowed down just right on Walcott's running route.
Having been doing the job of shooting for too long, it seems that many people have forgotten that Maël's Premier League assists this season are also close to 20.
When he debuted in the EFL Championship, he even debuted as a typical winger passer, with at most a long shot.
Since he doesn't have a good opportunity to score himself, then he will strive to use his passing skills to help the team win!
"Bang!!"
On the right wing, Walcott hardly needed to adjust before unleashing a fierce shot towards the goal with his right foot.
"Pa!" But he failed to live up to the expectations of Arsenal fans and Maël, and the ball hit the goalkeeper directly, bouncing to the other side of the penalty area.
"Thump thump thump!"
Fortunately, Maël's second reaction was stronger than that of the side defender Danny Simpson on the same side, and he took the lead in starting to chase the landing point of the football.
Danny Simpson was stunned for a moment before he wanted to start, but it was too late, Maël had already overtaken him.
There was nothing he could do. As the defender marking Maël, he had done his job well in the first 70 minutes, but the constant pressure made it impossible for him to stay focused.
Newcastle's new coach didn't seem to dare to make substitutions either, fearing that the people he brought on wouldn't adapt to the intensity and would be directly blown away by Maël.
Either way, it's giving opportunities, and Maël can't be contained! It seems that apart from top defender combinations and defensive midfielder combinations, ordinary Premier League defenders who want to limit Maël for the entire game can only wait for Maël to be in poor form.
In the penalty area, seeing a center-back coming to defend, Maël didn't rush to shoot.
"Pa!"
He raised his right foot and hooked the ball towards the front left, smoothly combining the stop and pass, shaking off the defender.
Suddenly, the view in front of him was clear, and the flustered goalkeeper and a large area of the goal were unobstructed.
"Oh!" The fans at the Emirates Stadium even started celebrating early, confident that Maël wouldn't miss this kind of opportunity.
"Bang!!"
Maël's left foot lashed out at the bottom of the football, unleashing a violent close-range shot.
He didn't aim for an open spot in the goal, simply relying on his shooting instincts to blast the ball.
Fortunately, the ball rose high, flying over the goalkeeper's head and into the upper corner of the net.
A thunderous shot into the net!
His 32nd Premier League goal! "Yeahhhh!"
Amidst the screams of over fifty thousand Arsenal fans, Maël's adrenaline surged as he sprinted towards the corner flag.
He first kissed his right index finger, then waved excitedly towards the sky, finally using the remaining momentum to slide on his knees along the edge of the grass, sliding six or seven meters.
After getting up, he punched the air again towards the ecstatic fans, "Come on!!"
Rushing Arsenal fans surrounded him once more. Unnoticed, the Newcastle United players quietly retrieved the ball, running towards the center circle to await the restart.
"Goals in consecutive games! When Arsenal is in trouble, that man always steps up!!
"Maël now sits alone in third place for the most goals in a single Premier League season! Only two people remain ahead of him! "With eight games left, I believe that as long as he isn't injured or suspended, he will continue to move forward, step by step, to surpass them and take the lead!"
"This could very well be a game-winning goal. With little time remaining, if Newcastle wants to attack, they will inevitably give Arsenal space in their backfield, and Arsenal has been very good at exploiting those spaces recently."
"..."
"The injury time board has been raised, only one minute of added time, this may be Newcastle's last attack.
"If they lose possession again, Maël may have to take the ball to the sideline to protect it and stall for time.
"That's Demba Ba, who joined the team from the Hammers at the beginning of the season for 800,000 euros, but is now worth 15 million euros.
"He's looking for teammates to support him, Alexandre Song is about to steal the ball and try a shot! Oh oh oh...! I can't believe my eyes, the football deflected into the net! An equalizer!"
"..."
"Aha!"
The Emirates Stadium fell silent as the home fans were stunned, the cheers of the Newcastle United fans filled the stadium.
In Arsenal's defensive midfield position, Alexandre Song stood there in a daze, Demba Ba rushed past him, running with his teammates towards the corner flag to celebrate.
An equalizer!
The opportunity for this goal wasn't great, and the quality of Demba Ba's shot wasn't necessarily high, but the football hit the toe of his blocking foot, flying into the net at a strange angle.
Wenger on the sidelines pursed his lips, this goal could only be attributed to the team's bad luck.
"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"
After the restart, the referee blew three long whistles, and the two sides ultimately drew two-two, ending Arsenal's winning streak.
Near the center circle, Maël stood there with his hands on his hips, looking at the disappointed Arsenal fans, feeling somewhat responsible.
If only his attacking success rate could be higher, and his ability to change the game could be stronger.
Then he could ignore this kind of randomness, ignore the form of both sides, and more consistently secure a lead sufficient to lock in the victory for the team! Unfortunately, his current ability can only be considered top-tier, not one-of-a-kind, not enough to score 2-3 goals per game, not enough to completely break the laws of football, and dominate the game.
But he believes that day is not far away, this occasional setback will motivate him to move forward faster!
The result of this game is not bad either, they continued their unbeaten run, and there are only eight games left until the final goal!
Before leaving the stadium, he was once again surrounded by reporters, a group of people chattering, the scene was a bit noisy.
He heard one or two of them clearly and answered them together: "Newcastle's ability to score today lies in their good defense and their never-give-up belief at the last moment.
"That goal is not the key, they laid the groundwork for the whole game, just waiting for a similar opportunity.
"They deserve this one point, that's all I can say."
"..."
"Us? I think we also did very well, being able to score is very good... Of course, we are not satisfied with this.
"What answer? "I don't think a new answer is needed, 24 wins, 6 draws, a 30-game unbeaten streak, and 78 points, making them the team with the highest score in Premier League history after 30 games, that's the best answer."
"If possible, I hope we can get more than 28 wins, even challenge for 100 points.
"Thank you everyone, see you in the next game, and I hope to end March with a victory!"
Maël turned and walked away, letting out a long breath as he looked at the Emirates Stadium.
At the end of the season, they must lift the championship trophy here, and let the fans witness the Premier League trophy with its red and white ribbons, and cheer together! Time continued to roll forward, gradually reaching March 25th, and the month-end battle for points officially began.
Everyone hoped to have a better score and ranking when entering the most critical month of April.
That afternoon, the Premier League Round 29 matches between Manchester United and Manchester City kicked off one after another, they had one less game than Arsenal.
"Manchester City!"
The Etihad Stadium was filled with noise, and Mancini's team went all out to win against the mid-table team Sunderland.
After learning that Arsenal had been held to a draw by Newcastle at home, slowing down their pace, Mancini understood that this was the best opportunity to close the gap in points, and they must win this victory!
But Sunderland's tenacity exceeded everyone's expectations. In the 31st minute of the match, this team, which had no desires, unexpectedly took the lead.
"Boom!"
Sessegnon assisted Sebastian to score a header, changing the score to 1-0!
Although Džeko won a penalty in the 43rd minute and handed it to Balotelli to score, Sunderland's offensive did not weaken, and occasionally even suppressed Manchester City's siege.
Before the end of the first half, it was Sessegnon again, who sent a through ball with the outside of his foot, assisting Bentner to score.
2-1!
Leading again!
At the beginning of the second half, Bentner passed the ball to Sebastian in a counterattack, and the latter hit a shot.
3-1!
Mancini's face turned extremely dark, and he immediately replaced Richards and David Silva, who had not performed well today, with Adam Johnson and Tévez.
But until the game passed 80 minutes, the team still failed to score a goal.
He called the assistant coach and asked, "How is the game over there? Manchester United's side."
"Five to zero." The assistant coach shook his head regretfully, "Hernández and Valencia scored a brace, Manchester United are going to win against Wolves."
"Bang!" Mancini heavily patted his right leg, his melancholy eyes staring at the court.
If they lose or even draw this game, they will fall behind. In terms of goal difference, they don't have as many as Manchester United.
What a great opportunity, but they didn't seize it! Self-blame and sadness surged into his heart, making his face more and more gloomy, and the area around his philtrum seemed to have pigment gathering, becoming darker and darker.
On the field, the team's offense developed to the frontcourt, and Nasri on the right sent a cross.
"Pa-boom!"
In the middle position, Balotelli stopped the ball in the gap between people, and then quickly connected with a volley, the football flew to the far corner, passing through the goalkeeper's fingers.
Goal!
3-2! There is still a chance!
"Balotelli!!"
Mancini was about to fly, he jumped up from the coach's seat and raised his hands to the sidelines.
Seeming to think this was not elegant enough, he forced himself to put his hands down, put them in his pockets, and stretched out his right arm to direct after walking to the sidelines, "Get the ball! Get the ball! Persist, maybe there is a chance!"
Everything took a turn for the better, and the fire of hope rekindled in his heart.
After the kickoff, Kolarov quickly intercepted the ball at the feet of Sunderland's midfielder, and dribbled the ball all the way up, seeking an offensive opportunity.
"Boom!!"
The defender, who was heavily used in the second half of the season, finally fired a long shot in front of the penalty area. The quality of the football was very high, and it flew towards the goal with a downward trajectory.
"Swish!" The moment it touched the net, the air in the entire Etihad seemed to heat up, and every Manchester City fan celebrated ecstatically.
3-3! Tied! Mancini couldn't pretend to be calm anymore, he waved his hands back and forth, "Continue! Continue!"
"Boom!"
In the 89th minute, a miracle occurred as Kompany headed in a goal from a corner, reversing the score.
Four to three! "Come on!!"
"Forza!!"
That day, Mancini's roar echoed throughout the West Stand Area. He bent over, arms tense, switching between English and Italian, shouting seven or eight times before stopping.
His voice was piercing, like that of a young boy whose voice hadn't broken, matching his appearance.
A great comeback victory!
Closer to Arsenal!
"Premier League standings: 1. Arsenal, 30 matches, 24 wins, 6 draws, 78 points. 2. Manchester City, 29 matches, 23 wins, 4 draws, 2 losses, 73 points. 3. Manchester United, 29 matches, 22 wins, 5 draws, 2 losses, 71 points." After that day's matches, with Manchester City and Manchester United closing the gap on Arsenal, major British radio stations hyped up the suspense of the final championship race.
"Okay, Lineker, let me finish, just half a minute."
In the latest episode of BBC, Manchester City legend Peter Reid spoke face-to-face with Lineker.
He pressed his right hand down, signaling Lineker to wait a moment. "I'm someone who doesn't value individuals, but values the collective, so I don't care if Maël breaks records or if he leads Arsenal to continue winning.
"I only talk about the matter between Arsenal and Manchester City, so I don't want to talk about players. Of course, I admit Maël is an epoch-making player, he definitely is."
He cleared his throat, as if signaling the start of the main topic. "In fact, if you observe carefully, you'll find that those comebacks to win the championship in history all start with one game.
"Applying it to this season, that game could be Arsenal's home game where their winning streak was ended, or it could be Manchester City's home game where they scored 3 goals in the last 10 minutes to reverse the situation.
"Do you understand what I mean? These two games can affect the state and morale of the two championship-contending teams.
"It's just that what they bring to the two teams is the opposite.
"The only thing they have in common is that they are not conducive to Arsenal maintaining the top spot, and they are conducive to Manchester City taking advantage of the situation to rush up."
"When they meet together, I am very optimistic that Mancini's team will win the championship at the last moment!"
He was reasonable and well-founded, and Lineker nodded constantly, unable to find any points to refute.
At the same time, Sky Sports' program was also being broadcast, and they invited Manchester United legend Gary Neville, who had just retired last year.
"Gary Neville, we must admit that Manchester United does not have an advantage between Arsenal and Manchester City."
In front of the camera, a female host said to him with a smile, "In the latest survey, only 9.2% of fans believe that Manchester United has a chance to win the final championship.
"And it's obvious that this must include a large number of Manchester United fans, and the proportion of neutral fans must be pitifully small."
The camera turned, and Gary Neville, wearing a black suit, leaned back in his seat, frowning with an unhappy expression. "I can admit that Manchester United does not have an advantage, but I think your statement is not appropriate.
"Why do such meaningless surveys and publicize them in the program, will this change the championship situation? "I believe in Manchester United, I believe Ferguson, the time has not come yet, we are still strong contenders for the championship."
He pointed to his watch with one hand, imitating Ferguson's classic action in the Champions League final, and then smiled, "With one game less, we are 7 points away from the top.
"That is to say, as long as Arsenal loses points in 2 more games, and Manchester City loses 1 more game, the team can overtake them at any time."
The female host nodded with a smile and asked a sharp question, "But Manchester United won't lose points, right?"
Gary Neville chuckled and did not answer this directly, but looked into the female host's eyes, "I don't know, but I believe that the sky over Manchester is always red, and so is the Premier League."
...
On March 31, as the storm intensified, all three teams ushered in their last game in March.
Arsenal was at home this round, facing Dalglish's Liverpool team.
This team ranked only 8th in the league because they attached too much importance to the FA Cup and EFL Cup results.
However, their strength should not be underestimated. No one wants to be a stepping stone to the championship, and they will definitely go all out to become the focus of the evening headlines!
Manchester City challenged the relegation team Swansea away from home, which seemed to be a game with little suspense.
Facing the promoted team, they should be able to easily win with the 'power of reversal' from the previous round! Manchester United was at home against Fulham, which also did not seem to be an evenly matched contest.
Therefore, there were many voices before the game that were not optimistic about Arsenal, and people believed that they would be blocked by Liverpool at home and hand over the initiative in the championship battle to Manchester City.
"Beep!!"
At 3:30 in the afternoon, Arsenal's game started first at the Emirates Stadium, and Manchester City and Manchester United's games would kick off half an hour later, staggered starts.
"Okay, the game begins, welcome to watch the broadcast of the 31st round of the Premier League brought to you by ESPN!
"The weather has warmed up, we see the players are wearing short sleeves, and generally at this time, the Premier League championship battle is about to come to an end!
"I'm Zhan Jun, and beside me is Director Zhang Lu! Let's take a look at this attack from Arsenal first!"
"Right from the start, they seized on Liverpool's intention to press high, using a long pass to target the space behind their center-backs!"
"Maël is chasing, Martin Kelly is beside him, and José Enrique on the other side can't keep up with Walcott! He's been left open! Two against one!"
"Danger!!"
...
Inside the Emirates Stadium, before the singing could even finish, all of Arsenal's fans stood up, looking towards Liverpool's backfield with anticipation. Their cheers grew louder and louder, "Ohhhhh!"
"Thump, thump, thump!"
There, Maël and Martin Kelly sprinted towards the falling football together, the former undoubtedly reaching the ball first with his Speed advantage.
"Pa-thump!"
After stopping the ball, Maël didn't get greedy, passing it to the unmarked Walcott on the other side with one touch.
"Thump!" Walcott controlled the ball and immediately pushed it forward more than ten meters, utilizing his Speed advantage.
Martin Kelly had to change direction and follow, looking strained, as if he'd already played 80 minutes despite the game just starting.
The most difficult and hellish one-on-two situation in the entire Premier League definitely includes Arsenal's two wingers.
Maël and Walcott are both Speed demons; being double-teamed by them is simply too painful.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Walcott had now reached the edge of the penalty area. He glanced at Maël's position in the center, then at Martin Kelly, and waited for a moment.
"Thump!"
As Martin Kelly approached, he passed the ball to Maël on the other side, creating a one-on-one opportunity with the goalkeeper.
In the center, Maël didn't expect Walcott to be so selfless, and his eyes lit up. "Love you!"
He glanced at Liverpool's goalkeeper, Reina, and noticed that he was a slow-turning goalkeeper, so he took the ball and charged forward.
Reina wanted to rush out immediately, but he remembered Maël's highlight reel of dribbling past goalkeepers and hesitated slightly.
"Thump!"
Maël didn't stand on ceremony. After reaching the vicinity of the six-yard box, he powerfully pushed the ball into the right corner. "Swish!"
Reina stood there, watching the ball enter the net in despair, unable to make any blocking moves.
He knew that if he didn't rush out to block the angle in time, he wouldn't be able to save a shot from inside the six-yard box, even from a 10-year-old, let alone Maël.
"Aaaaahhhhh!!" Tens of thousands of Arsenal fans raised their hands, their celebratory shouts deafening, even carrying outside the stadium, stirring the hearts of fans watching the game in squares and pubs.
Opening goal! On the sidelines, Wenger's body was still facing the coaching bench, not having had time to turn around. After seeing the goal, he went straight to Philip. "Nice!!"
"Clang, clang, clang, clang...!"
Philip didn't say much, laughing as he sang Maël's Song, "I have a friend, he drives a Bugatti on the sidelines, and dances Swan Lake on the defensive line...!"
"Everything was going Ma-ehl! Ma-ehl!" An even louder singing voice then rang out inside the stadium, as the fans spontaneously sang their self-composed song.
This also motivated many Arsenal players to sing this song as they rushed towards Maël. It's always nice to be in the lead.
"It's in!! Maël helps Arsenal take the lead right from the start!"
In the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun still used the same old opening, but every time he said it, it stirred up people's passion. "Is Liverpool's defense made of tofu? How could they be defeated by a single wave of attack?!"
His voice was filled with lament, watching his home team fall behind right from the start. He must have had many opinions about Dalglish and others.
"The 33rd goal! Maël is only 1 goal away from tying Alan Shearer and Andy Cole's goal record! An unbelievable performance, the player has scored in 6 consecutive Premier League games! In the 5 Premier League games in March, he scored 6 goals! And he is expected to aim higher!"
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On the field, Maël flipped up his jersey, covering his head, and then spread his arms and ran towards the sidelines.
The comfort in his heart was indescribable. All the pressure vanished, leaving only the anticipation for time to pass quickly.
He couldn't wait to see them win the title undefeated, to lift the Premier League trophy!
"Tear!"
Having reached the sidelines, he placed his jersey down, supported himself with his hands, and executed a smooth side flip, seamlessly followed by a front flip.
The instant his feet touched the ground, he clenched his right fist and thrust it towards the sky, roaring loudly, "Yeah!!"
He took deep breaths of fresh air, and if he wasn't worried about accumulating yellow cards and being suspended, which would affect the team, he would have jumped over the advertising boards and rushed into the stands to celebrate with the fans.
"Flip the mountain!"
Van Persie and others ran over with smiles, bringing up a phrase they often said, "As long as we beat Liverpool, only Manchester City and Chelsea will remain as strong enemies on our path forward."
"As for the remaining opponents, as long as we find our form, even if we can't win them all, remaining undefeated shouldn't be a problem!"
"You've forgotten how difficult it was to play Newcastle," Maël grinned, reminding them, then added, "However, I also believe we can successfully complete this journey!"
"Ooh-hoo!" The two then faced the fans, exhaling comfortably as they waved.
After that goal, the second goal didn't take long to arrive.
"Bang!"
In the 41st minute of the match, Van Persie received a clearance error from Liverpool's center-back Carragher and, with a deft instep shot, blasted the ball into the net once again.
Two-nil! Smooth sailing!
"Wow!"
After sliding on his knees towards the sideline, he turned around and gazed at Maël with a radiant expression, "We have good luck sometimes! Haha!"
"Yeah," Maël also said, very excited, "Luck always comes around to us; it's time to show those who don't believe in the team."
After that goal, the first half of the match immediately ended, and both sides went into halftime.
No one had expected that, after just being held to a draw by Newcastle, Arsenal would put on such a dominant first half, hitting Liverpool hard with two sucker punches.
"Bang!"
At the start of the second half, Liverpool's forward Kuyt suddenly scored a goal for his team with a curved shot.
Just when all the Liverpool fans thought the situation was about to turn in their favor, Maël created a corner kick opportunity with a cross, and all of Arsenal's players pressed into the opponent's half.
"Bang!" Ramsey took the corner, sending the ball directly towards the back post.
Goalkeeper Reina originally wanted to catch the ball, but after seeing how fast it was, he gave up and simply moved towards the back post.
There, he saw Martin Kelly and Koscielny jumping together... After a muffled thud, it was unclear who had headed the ball, but the football flew towards the front post.
Reina quickly turned his head, wanting to move over there, but then he saw the figure he least wanted to see appear in front of the goalpost.
"Bang!!"
Maël's entire body sprang up, performing a bicycle kick in mid-air, blasting the ball into the goal in a playful manner.
Since it was a poacher's goal, it had to be a stylish one, an unforgettable one! Goal number 34 had arrived! Equaling the Premier League's highest goal-scoring record! "Ooh ooh ooh...!!" He then ran towards the sideline, trembling all over, chest to the ground, diving along the turf towards the field.
After getting up, Maël turned to face the field, stretching his arms out to their fullest extent, tilting his head back, closing his eyes, his entire body arching backward.
He told himself to enjoy this moment that belonged to him! From those three goals when he first landed in the Premier League to scoring his 34th goal today, he had already accomplished so much on this field.
He loved the Emirates Stadium, he loved the Arsenal fans, and he also loved Wenger and his teammates.
He would continue to fight here until he scored 50 goals, until he scored 100 goals! Of course, what was most important to him now was to score his 35th goal, making himself the holder of the Premier League's single-season goal-scoring record, and then win the Premier League title in one fell swoop, perfectly completing this season!
"Miracle!" Van Persie ran over and lifted Maël up from in front of him, "Miracle! You're amazing! We're going to win!"
Monthly update of 544,000 words, wait, let me think about how to add more updates this month.
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