Chapter 351: Chapter 105: A 60-Meter Dash! Two Goals in One Minute! The Sword!

He glanced around the field and felt a different kind of difficulty... coming from his teammates.

Behind him was Evra, to his right was Nasri, and at the far end was Ribery. Benzema, positioned at center forward, might not be hostile towards him but was observing, not actively passing the ball to him.

How to play?

Just wait for a long pass from the central defender or an output from the defensive midfielder... That’s a bit too shabby.

"Ribery! Ribery!"

Deschamps also noticed Ma’el’s difficulties on the left flank and shouted with a hint of anger, "Pass the ball! Can’t you see? Don’t waste the opportunity, trust your teammates!"

Ribery glanced at him with an indifferent expression and ran towards his position, clearly letting it in one ear and out the other.

"Damn it."

Ma’el saw this attitude from Ribery and muttered a complaint quietly. In the club, he had never been treated like this before... The national team is a place full of chaos and various characters, anything can happen.

But if he yearns for the honors of the European Cup and World Cup, he must continue to persevere and strive to solve these troubles one by one.

And his way of resolving these issues seems to have only one option—scoring! Use continuous goals to prove himself!

This might not eliminate their hostility, but if he can consistently deliver top-level performances in this position, Deschamps will surely have the courage to help him clear all obstacles.

On the sidelines, some team members also noticed his discomfort in playing, with solemn faces.

"No one is passing him the ball." Harry first muttered quietly, "Is this targeting him?"

Jose nodded while looking at the field, "Some players are definitely targeting him, looks like he’s in trouble."

"Is there a solution?" Safina turned her head to ask.

"I don’t know."

Jose watched the situation on the field and could only say, "It’s up to him."

...

"Stop him! Stop him!"

"Don’t let him turn around!"

"Flank!!"

Accompanied by the players’ clear shouts, the match continued forward, gradually passing the 40-minute mark... both teams’ defenses were strong, giving no opportunities to the opponent.

"Clap!"

In the center, Ribery’s inward dribble was intercepted by the opponent’s defender Van Buyten, Belgium then seized the transitional chance and launched a rapid counterattack.

"Pass it!"

Ma’el stood in an open spot, spreading his hands towards Ribery, can’t stand it anymore, "You definitely saw it, what are you thinking?"

As soon as he spoke, quite a few France team players turned around, surprised to see him dare to shout directly at Ribery.

However, they didn’t focus on the two of them, as chasing back was more crucial with the defense line in crisis.

Ribery still wore an indifferent expression, avoiding Ma’el’s questioning and turning to run to his position.

Ma’el was amused, is this considered cold violence?

Turning around, he met Vermaelen, the opposing defender, whose eyes showed surprise and worry, seeming concerned about Ma’el’s prospects in France team.

Ma’el himself wasn’t worried, confident in his abilities, and never afraid of the star players’ reputations.

If he endured this discomfort cowardly, digesting it himself, these stars would only bully him more, becoming increasingly severe in their exclusion.

He must show his sharpness, and further sharpen it through scoring!

"Thump thump thump!"

Ma’el chased towards his side of the half, hoping to intercept the ball himself and launch an attack on the opponent’s half.

However, Belgium’s attack was swift, Hazard dribbled through the center, breaking into the penalty area, and then tested Goalkeeper Lori with a ground shot.

"Bang!" Lori quickly went to the ground, barely managing to push the ball out of bounds.

Ma’el arrived just in time, seeing the opponent preparing for a corner, stopped in his tracks and turned to face the opponent’s half, waiting for a chance to counter after the clearance.

"Boom!"

Dembele delivered the corner for Belgium, both teams’ tall players engaged in close combat in the penalty area, creating chaos.

Eventually, under pressure, Fellaini used his chest to stop the ball, putting France’s defense in immediate danger.

"Swish!" But just as he was about to execute an aerial strike on the coming ball, Koscielny appeared, risking his hands to make a diving header, clearing the ball out of the penalty area!

Fellaini’s powerful kick then struck Koscielny’s brow, leaving him painfully clutching his head, lying on the ground.

Deschamps on the sidelines instantly grew tense, initially wanting to call the team doctor but then noticing the cleared ball flying far, seemingly heading towards Ma’el’s position.

Opportunity?

Deschamps’ eyes lit up, Belgium’s defense at this moment had only Vermaelen near Ma’el, while Witsel was just preparing to chase back.

The whole first half, he understood why Ma’el wasn’t playing comfortably... contemplating solving the issue during the halftime break, unleashing Ma’el’s talent, allowing him more freedom to soar.

But now, the eagle seems ready to spread its wings early!

"Charge!!"

Deschamps excitedly pointed at Belgium’s defense, as if wielding his most lethal sword.

"Crash!"

Ma’el happened to dash past from his side, rapidly charging towards the ball’s drop point, from the other side of the field, this was a truly inspiring scene.

The counterattack begins!

"Thump thump thump!"

As the sound of shoe cleats touching the ground quickly resonated, Belgium’s defender Vermaelen watched his club teammate charging menacingly, immediately retreating in tension like facing a great enemy.