Chapter 215: Consecutive Victories! New Front Data Growth! Jointly Branded Sneakers Go on Sale to Wild Acclaim!
Half an hour later, before heading onto the field, Maël received a green armband with a 'C' engraved on it. He wore it on his left arm, feeling a sense of weighty responsibility.
This was the first time he had worn the captain's armband, symbolizing both glory and responsibility.
Now that he wore it, becoming the team's captain, he had to lead the team to victory!
"Bip bip!"
The whistle blew for their entrance, and he led the way, hand-in-hand with a young mascot, followed by goalkeeper Lloris, and then the other members of the French Team.
In the first half, they lined up in a 442 formation, with Giroud and Benzema as center forwards, Maël on the left wing, Nasri on the right, and Cabaye and Mene in the center.
In defense, Clichy was at left back, Koscielny partnered with Mexès in central defense, and Sagna on the right.
It could be said that this was a highly Arsenal-ized lineup, with current or former Arsenal players in every position from front to back, all playing core roles!
Although Maël was positioned as a winger, he was effectively playing as an Inside Forward, not needing to track back much on defense, waiting for counter-attack opportunities to tear apart the opponent's defense.
He was more like the core of the forward line, while in midfield, Nasri took on the role of the organizing playmaker, and Koscielny was the defensive linchpin.
"Whoosh..."
A gentle breeze caressed his face, and Maël smiled faintly, feeling that the sunlight was particularly bright today, perhaps because no one was blocking his view.
He led the French Team players onto the field, and after the pre-match formalities, he exchanged the Gallic Rooster's team flag with Serbia's Captain Matić, then waited for the coin toss.
"Which side?"
The referee held up the coin, looking at him and asking, "Heads or tails? Be aware that if it lands on your side, you get to choose the end, not the kickoff."
Maël nodded, realizing this for the first time. He smiled lightly, "Heads, for good luck."
The referee flicked the coin into the air with his thumb, and after it landed, he looked closely and saw that it was tails.
"You get the kickoff." He pointed at Maël, then looked at Matić, "Which side do you choose?"
Matić shrugged helplessly and pointed to the side where the Serbian players were, complaining with a smile, "Why didn't you ask me which side of the coin I wanted? Is it just because he's more famous than me?"
"No." The referee laughed, knowing that Matić was joking with him.
"It must be." Matić pointed at him from afar, as if seeing through everything.
The referee's smile deepened, and he continued to shake his head in denial, "Really, it's not. Don't overthink it. It's just a little consideration for a young man who's captain for the first time."
"Haha..." Everyone laughed together. The atmosphere of a friendly match was quite good, not so tense.
Matić and the referee then reached out to Maël, their faces showing congratulatory joy.
"An 18-year-old captain, it's the first time I've seen it. Good luck in the European Cup!"
"No need for extra words, I hope you can go far, haha."
Maël smiled and nodded to both of them, and after the handshakes, he took a deep breath and ran back to his own half with the ball. Everything about being captain was new and interesting to him, and he was gradually falling in love with this feeling.
He was even more looking forward to the European Cup, because he knew that he would be wearing the captain's armband under the spotlight, gloriously starting his first major tournament!
"Bip!!"
The match kicked off immediately, with Benzema kicking the ball back to the French Team's backfield, and Koscielny then made a long pass directly to Maël.
The pass wasn't good, and it was intercepted by Matić midway, keeping it in the Serbian team's backfield.
The French Team lost possession, but they were not discouraged. The philosophy that Deschamps instilled in them during training was that possession was not important, but transition and counter-attack were the most important.
They could even voluntarily give up possession, let the opponent control the ball, and then seize their mistakes to launch counter-attacks!
"Clap clap...!"
In the forward position, Maël clapped his hands towards Koscielny, giving him a thumbs up and encouraging him, "Good ball! Keep it up!"
This was also one of the captain's responsibilities. There could be no silent captains on the football field. He had to encourage his teammates throughout the game, shouting and yelling to boost the team's morale.
To some extent, he represented the soul of this team. The strength of his fighting spirit would affect the entire team!
"Thump thump thump."
Maël started running, and while adapting to being captain, he couldn't forget what he should be doing most.
With a new batch of teammates and a new set of tactics, he had to quickly find his comfort zone, accumulating confidence with goals and assists.
He was hiding some things, but that didn't mean he wouldn't use other ways to fight for them.
"Pa!"
"Boom boom boom!"
In the 11th minute of the match, French Team left-back Clichy intercepted Janković's ball and dribbled all the way up the left flank.
Maël moved inside, drawing away the opponent's right-back and defensive midfielder Matić, creating a large space for himself, allowing him to maximize his offensive talent.
This was also one of Deschamps' designs. He has always insisted on this style of play for the later French Team; Theo and Mbappé cooperate in this way.
Clichy thus arrived relatively easily near the baseline before facing pressure from the opponent.
He looked towards the center, and Maël, Benzema, and Giroud were all staring eagerly at the ball at his feet.
A sense of security rose in his heart. This combination of three players vying for the ball must possess the top three aerial suppression capabilities in this European Cup.
"Bang!"
Clichy used his left foot to deliver a curved cross, heading towards the middle of the penalty area.
There, Maël and Benzema tacitly completed a positional switch, disrupting the marking of the two Serbian defenders.
"Bang!!"
Finally, Maël jumped up and looked back at the moon, smashing the ball into the far corner of the goal.
He got the point!
"Pa!" Serbian goalkeeper Burkić reacted quickly and pounced sideways, his forearm blocking the football and deflecting it back into the penalty area.
After landing, Maël's legs instantly exploded with full Strength, taking a few steps forward before stabbing the ball again towards the net!
A follow-up shot!
The Serbian players were not as fast or as strong as him. The only one who rushed over, Ivanović, was even knocked down by his shot.
"Swish!" The football went into the net, and this time the goalkeeper had no way to stop it.
One to zero!
Maël's 4th goal for the French Team! "Haha...!"
"Ohlala!"
The French Team players ran towards Maël with smiles. Many were relieved. It seemed that this Maël was no different from the Maël at Arsenal.
Maël clenched his fist and raised his arm in place, taking a few small steps before punching the sky, "Vamos!"
On the sidelines, Deschamps and his assistant smiled at each other. He was increasingly hoping that the European Cup would arrive quickly.
"Is he stronger or is Henry stronger?" He posed a difficult question to his assistant.
"I think he is stronger, but..." The assistant thought for a moment and said from the heart, "At the national team level, he still needs more goals and honors to prove himself, especially in the main competition.
"Henry has a Grand Slam, with the European Cup, Champions League, and World Cup."
Deschamps nodded in agreement and said, "No need to say so much, just confirm with me that he is stronger, because I think so too.
"The French Team has a better striker than Henry. Now, it depends on whether this striker can lead the French Team to success like Henry and Zidane."
"Shouldn't it be like Didier Deschamps, leading the French Team to success?"
"Get out."
"Hahaha..." The two middle-aged men slapped each other's palms, looking at the field and couldn't help but smile.
After this goal, Serbia created many opportunities in a frantic counterattack, gradually showing signs of breaking through and scoring.
The French Team's counterattacks were also very sharp. Every time Maël touched the ball, it basically symbolized a threatening attack, often startling the Serbian defense into a cold sweat.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Both sides played an open game, seeing who could rewrite the score again.
In the 25th minute of the match, Deschamps replaced Giroud with Matuidi, changing the formation to 433, and moving Maël and Nasri forward to the positions of Inside Forward.
Substituting at this time seemed a bit disrespectful, but there was no other way. With only 2 games to test the lineup and formation, they had to do this to try more routines.
Giroud also understood Deschamps. After coming off the field, he didn't say much, sitting quietly in place and drinking water.
He knew his position very well, at least as Benzema's substitute. In this competition, it was impossible for him to successfully rise to the top.
What he had to do was quietly wait for the opportunity, and then show his Strength when the opportunity came, striving to be seen by top teams and go to a big club to seek further development.
"Bang!"
In the 42nd minute, Nasri delivered a cut-back cross from the right wing, and the onrushing Cabaye hit a shot into the far corner.
Two-nil! The French Team showed a new look, playing very reasonably. From an outsider's perspective, this team had a reassuring quality.
"Clap clap!" Deschamps clapped his hands with a delighted expression, then instructed the substitutes to start warming up.
He wanted to change the lineup in the second half to test the condition of the rotation players.
This was necessary. The European Cup schedule was tight, and everyone in every position could face injuries and fatigue. Super substitutes who could shoulder heavy responsibilities had to be ready.
"Bang!"
Four minutes later, unexpectedly, taking advantage of a lapse in the Serbian defense, Nasri sent a long diagonal pass, finding Maël, who had already broken through the opponent's defensive line.
Maël controlled the football with his thigh, then immediately used his right foot to push the ball forward, completing the adjustment in the fastest time possible, without much deceleration.
"Hey!" The Serbian defender raised his hand nervously, looking towards the linesman during his pursuit, hoping the linesman would raise the offside flag.
But unfortunately, it was a classic offside trap-beating run, which the linesman saw clearly.
Maël dribbled the ball all the way into the penalty area. He used his right foot to push the ball out at a slight angle, preparing to shoot the ball towards the far corner.
"Bang!"
At the moment the goalkeeper chose to come out, he seized the opportunity to flick his wrist, hitting the ball hard towards the center of the goal.
Burkić had been guessing where Maël would shoot, whether he would push it to the far corner or aim near while looking far. When the ball came out, he was dumbfounded.
He awkwardly twisted his body a few times, kneeling forward quickly to close his legs, but he was still too slow.
"Swish!"
The football passed through his legs and rolled into the net.
Three-nil! "Yeah!"
"OI!!"
The French Team players ran towards Maël again. This efficiency was amazing! Five goals in two national team games! Maël smiled, pointing both fingers to the sky, then opened his arms to welcome his teammates who came to embrace him.
Deschamps had said to play conservatively, but missing a One-on-One would have been a bit fake, and his conscience wouldn't have allowed it.
As a striker, when faced with this kind of opportunity, he should steadily put the ball in the net, otherwise his value would drop.
"Very steady."
Nasri, who provided the assist, was the first to run to Maël's side, laughing as he high-fived Maël, "Hopefully, we can have this kind of connection in the main tournament!"
"We will!" Maël nodded, then was nearly knocked to the ground by Sagna and Clichy's two 'Mount Tai Pressing the Top' celebrations.
"Beep! Beep——!"
The referee blew the whistle to end the first half shortly after, and the starting players walked off the field, many of them taking off their shoes directly.
Deschamps had been waiting for Maël. He smiled joyfully and touched Maël's head, but his tone carried a hint of complaint, "I told you to play conservatively, and you scored two in one half. What will the other teams think?"
Maël spread his hands innocently, "I was already playing conservatively, otherwise I feel like I could have had a hat-trick in the first half."
"Haha." Deschamps shook his head with a smile, and after joking, he sighed seriously, "I think I understand how Wenger feels. I need to talk to him after this game."
Maël picked up a bottle of water, took a few sips, and asked, "Let me play another 20 minutes in the second half? I want to try for a hat-trick in two consecutive games."
"I refuse." Deschamps crossed his arms in front of his chest and laughed, "If you want a hat-trick, there will be opportunities in the European Cup. It depends on whether you get it in the group stage or the knockout stage."
Maël squeezed another mouthful of water, smiled brightly, and said, "I'm generally used to getting them in the final."
After saying this, he left stylishly amidst Deschamps' admiring and disbelieving laughter, taking off his shoes and stretching.
In the second half, everyone except Matuidi was substituted, and the substitute lineup took to the field, engaging in a fierce battle with Serbia.
They played even more fiercely than the starting lineup, as everyone hoped to gain Deschamps' favor and get more playing time in the European Cup.
In the 78th minute, the fourth goal came, with Réveillère assisting veteran Malouda to score.
Four-nil! This was the final score. After reassembling, the French Team started their European Cup journey with a big win.
"I have full confidence in you."
In the locker room after the game, Deschamps clapped his hands with a satisfied smile, "I believe we can play this kind of Football in the main tournament as well. I believe the European Cup won't be difficult for us. We must recast the glory of the Gallic Rooster!"
"We have a day off tomorrow, so you can go out with your girlfriends now, but try not to drink alcohol or eat too much greasy food, and stay in shape."
"Yes!" Several players' faces lit up; their WAGs were waiting for them in the hotel next door.
Maël also smiled; after several days of training, he also missed Isabella a bit.
Before leaving the locker room, he put his arms around Sagna and Koscielny and walked to the documentary camera, signaling them to record this happy winning day with him.
Sagna and Koscielny quickly understood. They stood on either side of Maël, clenched their fists with Maël, and finally glared and laughed in unison, "Vamos!!"
"Haha...!" Their laughter quickly spread throughout the locker room, infecting many people.
Many people cast envious glances at them. After experiencing a spirited season, perhaps these three hadn't realized that they were bringing the unparalleled elegance and positivity of the championship to the French Team.
"French Team Thrashes Serbia Four to Zero! Maël Scores His Fifth Goal for the French Team! In Just Two Games!" - L'Équipe
"Hope for Revival? Deschamps' French Team Shows a Different Temperament. Presumably, After the Match Against Serbia, Fans Need to Re-evaluate Them." - The Guardian
"I have always admired Deschamps. I believe he can make good use of Maël. This French Team is better than the 08 and 10 editions." - Wenger's social media
"—2 minutes ago, retweeted Wenger's social media." - Zidane, Henry, Trezeguet... retweeted Wenger's social media
"Wenger and his wife Annie Arrive in Poland with their daughter Natasha, Wearing Sunglasses Like Rock Stars. It is Said that He Will Serve as the French Team's Nominal Technical Advisor." - The Mirror with a picture
"Baines Injured! Pearce Recalls Sheffield United's Young General Gilbert! The Player May Face Maël, Who He Once Walked Out of the Youth Training Camp With, in the First Round of the European Cup Group Stage!" - London Evening Standard
"The England WAGs Arrive in Poland. It is Said that They Also Want to Establish a Base in Ukraine in Order to Comfort the Three Lions Players After They Finish Playing in Ukraine." - The Sun with a picture
"French Team WAGs vs. England WAGs, the Anglo-French War Starts Early! Maël's Girlfriend Sparks Heated Discussion. It is Rumored that She is the Young Owner of the Clothing Brand Primacy, the Daughter of the Sheffield United Owner." - The Sun
"Damn it, planning to start a tabloid specifically to attack bad media." - McCabe's social media As the European Cup gets closer and closer, there are more and more news about this tournament, and each one can attract the attention of fans and top the hot search lists of major media outlets.
A world-explosive competition is about to kick off at the National Stadium in Poland! June 2nd, Puma headquarters in London.
With the release of the 'Maël LM7' shoes, this company has been completely busy recently. People come and go quickly, and they have to shout to talk to each other.
It's a bit like the hot scene in The Wolf of Wall Street, except they don't have impromptu parties.
"Control the negative reviews a bit. Many of them are obviously just hating for the sake of hating. Are these Adidas water armies?!"
"The publicity needs to be increased! The response is obviously good, it's worth adding investment!"
"Apply to headquarters and let them use all their resources!"
"Where's Orto?"
"Went to the auction."
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Cooperating with popular stars to release co-branded shoes is definitely one of the company's key projects this year!
The global football shoe market is about 35 billion US dollars, which is not a small market.
But unfortunately, Puma's market share is only about 12%. Their competitors Adidas and Nike together account for more than 50%.
Puma has been waiting for an opportunity to seize the shoe market, first catching up with their opponents from a small area, and then slowly seeking a comprehensive surpassing.
Maël LM7 is the product to fire the first shot for them!
As long as these shoes are loved by football players and the on-foot rate of Puma becomes higher, then the sales of their other shoes will also increase, because the market will recognize them more.
"Bang bang bang!!"
"Poof poof poof!!"
At 11:46 noon, firecrackers were set off in many places of the company at the same time, and a moment that everyone had been waiting for had arrived.
"Broken 200,000! Nice! The release of the shoes coincided with Arsenal winning the championship and the upcoming European Cup! A total of 200,000 pairs have been sold!"
"Sales have also exceeded £35 million, and there are more people buying the top-end ones than expected!"
"Hahahaha!!"
"Beautiful sales data! It is expected to become the hottest selling shoe under our brand!"
"This is just the basic model, the special and collectible models have not yet started to be released and auctioned!"
"Made a fortune, call Orto and let him be happy too."
The office was filled with a happy atmosphere, everyone laughing and clapping, many even hugging.
"No need to call."
Orto's voice rang out as he walked in from outside, looking delighted. "I already know, and I've brought good news."
"From the auction?"
"Tell us quickly."
"Can ten pairs of numbered shoes really fetch £100,000?"
Many looked at Orto expectantly. He didn't keep them in suspense, announcing the figure with a smile, "Thanks to the popularity of the basic model, many people believe in the value of the collector's edition. The ten pairs of numbered shoes fetched a total of £673,000."
"The shoe numbered 0001 sold for a sky-high price of £110,000, and numbers 6, 8, and 10 also fetched good prices."
"Yeah!" Before he could finish speaking, cheers erupted.
Orto grinned from ear to ear and continued, "Let's set the price for the special edition at £673. It's a lucky number for us, and it's not too high or too low, just right."
"Great!"
"Treat us to a meal!"
"Yeah!"
A group of executives surrounded him, and he waved his hand, saying to everyone in the company, "Let's go! Everyone can go out and celebrate today. I'll apply to headquarters for reimbursement."
"Let's set a standard of £500 per person, too much might not get approved."
"Oh!" Another cheer went up, everyone here was going to have a wonderful day.
Orto and a group of executives walked out, refreshed, and drove to the most luxurious restaurant in London.
In the car, he suddenly remembered something. "I heard from Mendes that Maël wore shoes with open seams when he was in the youth team because he couldn't afford new ones, it was quite pitiful."
"A youth team coach couldn't bear to watch and lent him a pair of his own shoes. He made a name for himself wearing those shoes and was scouted by Sheffield United, thus starting his career."
"Later, he wrote a short sentence symbolizing 'beginning' on the shoes and returned them."
He looked up and smiled, asking, "The number 1 collector's shoe sold for £110,000. How much do you think that pair of shoes, which represents his entire career, could fetch?"
"I don't know, it must be a sky-high price," someone replied, moved.
Orto also shook his head, unable to guess the exact price. "Find some time to interview his youth team coach and have him tell the story of those shoes, and also boost the sales of the collaboration shoes."
"For people who like Maël, as long as they know how much the shoes mean to him, they will definitely have a strong desire to buy them."
"This is not only a good marketing strategy, but also a move to help Maël resolve all his inner conflicts."
Orto drove, a smile on his lips. "He must be eager to see his collaboration shoes being sought after by countless people who like him."
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Warsaw, Poland.
Outside the small, luxurious hotel booked by the French Team Wives, a group of hot, beautiful women were smiling and looking at one spot.
There, Isabella was saying goodbye to Maël, the two of them lingering, reluctant to part.
"Look how happy she is." Benzema's girlfriend had a sugary expression, saying to the others, "She's not only the youngest, most beautiful, and richest, but her boyfriend is also very handsome."
"Yeah."
"That's right."
This quickly gained the approval of everyone. When their boyfriends weren't around, they all stared at Maël without any restraint.
Perhaps this behavior wasn't very good, but they couldn't suppress themselves. Some people finally understood why American socialites always said that Leonardo attracted the attention of the entire building during auditions.
"Not only handsome, but also very talented," Malouda's wife added bluntly, her eyes almost forming silk threads as she looked at Maël.
She was in her thirties, and she and Malouda were an old married couple, their sexual interest in each other had long waned, even to the point of being estranged.
In addition, she was at the age where she was like a tiger, and she whispered, "Don't even mention Isabella, he's very attractive to me too."
"You mean sexually?"
"Yes."
"Hehe..." Many people smirked, seemingly having the same thought, but they were very clear that they couldn't and wouldn't dig Isabella's wall, they could only talk about it.
Watching Maël leave, Isabella returned to the hotel, where a burst of teasing erupted, everyone making jokes.
"How many times last night?"
"He's about to compete in the European Cup, don't let him be blocked by England's defenders."
"Hahaha!"
"Yeah, Isabella, this isn't just your business, it's France's business."
"Is Maël amazing?"
A group of enthusiastic European women surrounded Isabella, many with envious expressions. Their culture is less reserved about these things.
And usually, when women chat about these topics together, the scale is much larger than when men chat together.
Isabella's pretty face flushed slightly, but she bit her lip and answered the last question, "He's amazing."
"Oh!" The teasing erupted again, and many people chased after her, asking for more details.
Isabella didn't want to answer anymore, raising her eyebrows and saying, "You're thinking too much, I just said he's amazing at playing football, isn't that a fact?"
As she spoke, she laughed herself, and had to quicken her pace towards her room, surrounded by the group.
On June 6th, the French Team welcomed their last friendly match before the European Cup, their opponent being Estonia.
This was a weak team in European Football. The French Football Association arranged this match to give the players some confidence before the European Cup.
But they didn't expect that in the first round of the competition, the French Team would defeat Serbia four to zero, fully boosting their confidence!
"Bip!"
The match started at noon that day. It was very obvious that the French Team's players weren't very interested, not taking Estonia too seriously.
In the 24th minute, right-back Sagna surged forward and scored with a powerful shot into the net, opening the scoring for the team.
After scoring, he briefly slid on his knees, then smiled and ran back to his position.
After a successful season at Arsenal, his football was becoming smoother and smoother. The most important reason was that he believed he had the strength of a champion team member!
This was very important, and could even change the trajectory of his career, allowing him to reach even greater heights!
In the 31st minute of the match, Maël used a combination of Dribbling and Fancy Footwork on the left wing, easily shaking off the Estonian defender.
"Bang!!"
After entering the penalty area, he used the outside of his left foot to Curved Shot into the far corner, easily completing the goal.
Two to zero! 6th goal for the national team! This was an international A-level event, and the goals here would be counted in his career's total goal count, and would also be included in the French Team's history records.
The top scorer of this team was currently Henry, who had scored a total of 51 goals for the team in his career.
He wasn't doing so well after that. The second, Platini, had 41 goals, and the third, Trezeguet, had 34 goals.
As long as Maël maintained his form, he had a good chance of reaching the top three in the French Team's history of scorers in two or three years! "Dangdangdangdang.!"
After scoring, Maël and Sagna smiled and sang his song, dancing in place, celebrating simply.
Not long after the restart, the Estonian defender played with fire in the backcourt, giving Maël another opportunity to face the opponent's full-back in a One-on-One situation.
"Bang!!"
He burst into acceleration and simply completed a Cut Inside Curved Shot, the football hitting the same spot as the previous goal.
Another one! 7th goal!!
"SaSaSaSagna!"
Maël danced with Sagna on the sideline again, but sang the Sagna song instead. There was no other way, they were running out of celebration moves.
4 goals in 2 matches! He felt that he had already found his place in this French Team, and knew how to play. This made him even more excited for the European Cup, because he knew he would definitely have a good performance.
Deschamps put on a helpless look on the coach's bench, shaking his head and looking at the documentary camera, pursing his lips, tilting his head, and raising his eyebrows, looking like he was having a hard time.
"I told him to hide his strength, but he doesn't seem to be able to hide it, which makes me very distressed.
"But what else can I do? Just let him play like this, I hope the British Team can't find a way to deal with him."
After saying this, the people filming the documentary smiled. They could feel that Deschamps was being a showoff.
After the first half, Deschamps once again sent all the substitutes to warm up, preparing for a major adjustment.
Maël and Sagna walked off the field with their arms around each other's shoulders, and couldn't help but shout in unison as they passed the camera: "Vamos! Haha!"
The feeling of winning is great, and they hope this feeling will accompany them throughout their careers.
In the second half, the French Team's substitute players, going all out, scored another 3 goals, giving Estonia a crushing six-nil defeat.
Their players were not too discouraged; when facing strong teams, this score wasn't uncommon.
Many even approached the French Team players to exchange jerseys with their favorite stars.
Three people walked up to Maël, causing him to struggle with indecision. In the end, he refused the request to exchange jerseys, using the excuse that he wanted to keep it as a souvenir.
"WakawakaEiEi!!"
In the locker room after the match, the players bumped shoulders with each other, singing and dancing. Everyone was eagerly anticipating stepping onto the grand stage of the European Cup.
They carried a three-game winning streak since Deschamps took office, along with super scorer Maël's seven goals in three games. This time, they would be stronger than ever! "French Team six, Estonia nil! Deschamps' team scores a whopping 13 goals in three games! This team seems to have continued Deschamps' counter-attacking style from his time at Marseille, and their attack is extremely sharp!" - Germany's Daily Express
"Maël's national team goals exceed seven! He seems to be proving to the world that he can survive in any system!" - UK's The Guardian
"'Maël LM7' is a hit across the internet. It is expected that if Maël performs well in the European Cup and the traffic continues to rise, these shoes have a chance to change the sneaker market!" - All Sports
"Three very good games, but I think the team still needs to maintain a stable mentality and not be arrogant. The real test is coming soon. Every team in the European Cup will fight them to the death." - Henry's social media
"Don't be too optimistic, don't overhype them. Secure the Anglo-French war and advance from the group stage before praising them." - Trezeguet's social media
"The European Cup is about to start, is Deschamps really not planning to call me up? (wry smile) (wry smile)?" - Ribery's social media "(Red X)!" - Deschamps' social media
"I think the team still needs to work hard. They have many problems that have not been resolved, and they haven't encountered pressure yet. They must know that the intensity of the European Cup is different from the league, especially when you face England in the first round.
"It is obvious that England has more star players, stronger paper strength, and recent results." - France Football legend Fontaine's social media
"We have to be careful of these masters of strategic deception." - Alan Pardew retweeted Fontaine's Twitter
"England's best defender? Maël appeared at the French Team's WAGs hotel yesterday, spending a pleasant evening with Isabella, and only left at noon the next day. It is rumored that he is very powerful." - The Sun
"Son of a b*tch!" - McCabe's social media
Time continued to move forward, and gradually, June 9th arrived. The fiery European Cup officially kicked off on this day.
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