Chapter 371: Chapter 109: The English League Cup Arrives! Solo Goal! Ba God: Why Always Me?!

Mancini blew out a long breath through his nose, feeling a kind of disgust like he’d eaten something foul. He looked back at the bench, "Balotelli... no, you wait a bit."

He thought for a moment, glanced at Arsenal’s formation, "Aguero, warm up! We’re going for a win this game!"

Aguero took off his coat and stood up, jogging to the sideline to warm up, causing a stir among the Arsenal fans.

Behind him, Balotelli had a wise look on his face, and asked somewhat disgruntled, "Coach, what about me?"

Mancini looked at him and smiled fondly, "You wait a bit. If the situation is right in the second half, I’ll sub you in."

"Why?" He looked at Mancini with confusion, "Since we’re going for a win, you should send me out there."

"Haha.....!" Laughter erupted from the Manchester City bench, with David Silva, Yaya Toure, and a few others joining in.

To go all out for the win, shouldn’t they be sent out... why send a young guy like you?

"Balotelli is looking forward to a showdown of geniuses." David Silva pointed out his thoughts, "He’s been hoping for a peak duel with Ma’el for a long time."

"It’s not a peak duel."

Balotelli’s lips curved up slightly, "It’s to show who really is the best. I’ve said it before, in terms of ability, I’m not inferior to Messi and Ronaldo."

Yaya Toure glanced at Ma’el on the field and said, "Do you think if you beat Ma’el, others will think you’re on the level of Messi and Ronaldo?"

"Pretty much." Balotelli confidently glanced at them, smiling, "That’s how I see it, anyway. Isn’t his talent the best below Messi and Ronaldo? Whatever, you guys don’t understand the world of geniuses."

"Alright, alright, you were last year’s Golden Boy, you have a point."

The others didn’t argue with him, joined in with a supporting sentence, then laughed quietly, letting Ba God do his thing.

.... 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Beep beep!"

In the 32nd minute of the match, Aguero slowly finished his preparations and stepped onto the field, running to the position up front.

Manchester City changed to a 4-3-3 formation, moving Onuoha from the central defender position to play as a wide back.

Ma’el saw his Golden Boot rival enter the field, a smile mixed with worry on his face; it seems Mancini was beginning to get serious.

He glanced at Wenger and found the professor quietly seated in the coach’s area, with no indication of making any moves.

Oh well, he had to rely on himself!

"Dun dun dun."

He stepped towards his opposing full-back, Sabaleta, listening to the pleasant sound of cleats striking the turf, anticipating this run towards the goal for a score.

He glanced at Sabaleta in front of him, noting this player’s decent defensive ability, but he had already managed to shake him off twice, so his heart probably wasn’t feeling great.

"Dun dun dun!"

He suddenly pushed off forcefully and sprinted towards the opponent’s goal, adopting a fierce attacking posture.

Sabaleta’s eyes sharpened, immediately following behind him, even reaching out to tug on his jersey.

Ma’el ran two steps and then suddenly stopped in place, nonchalantly walking elsewhere, he just wanted to scare Sabaleta a bit.

Sabaleta suddenly realized Ma’el had stopped, thinking he had some other tricky move up his sleeve, rushed forward, using his body to check and nudge... until he saw that the ball wasn’t in play yet.

Ball not in play?

Sabaleta: "..."

Isn’t this crazy?

He shot a full of grievance glance at Ma’el, sullenly walking away.

"Bang!"

In the 43rd minute of the first half, Aguero used his personal skills to get a shot opportunity at the edge of the penalty area, unleashing a sharp, low drive.

He displayed a strong desire to prove himself today, seemingly wanting to go head-to-head with Ma’el.

The two players who had been mentioning each other in the media for a while now, mutual admirers, naturally wanted to leave a lasting impression on their first meeting.

"Pa!"

This shot was stopped by Szczeny, and the rebound was collected by Koscielny.

After picking up the ball, he instinctively looked to the left front, remembering how he once assisted Ma’el with a simple header clearance in the national team.

"Bang!" Seeing the gap behind Sabaleta, Koscielny launched a long-pass towards that spot.

"Dun dun dun!"

The sound of cleats hitting the ground echoed incessantly, this time both players were truly running.

Ma’el and Sabaleta both turned and sprinted after the football, the latter having a three or four-step advantage.

However, under Ma’el’s speed, his positional advantage was rapidly disappearing at a rate of 1.5 positions per second.

3.5!

2!

0.5!

-1!

Ma’el raced ahead, unable to stop once he passed Sabaleta, dribbling all the way into the opponent’s danger zone.

"Opportunity! Arsenal has launched an attack in the simplest way, Ma’el heads towards the box!

"This is why he’s on the field today, whenever the team needs to advance simply, he always holds on to the ball!

"The first to challenge him is Kolo Toure, this player’s defensive ability is quite un...."

The voice cut off abruptly, only to see on the field, Ma’el, at top speed, executed a bicycle kick, then tilted his shoulders, made two directional changes with his feet, and Kolo Toure split his legs.

"Quite poor!"

Zhan Jun quickly adjusted his words, continuing, "A player like Ma’el, surely enjoys breaking through at high speeds!

"Even though such a move has a higher error rate, it presents greater difficulty to the defending players!

"As long as he can keep the ball well in control, it’s a highly threatening attack!"

"Now it’s Savage coming to reinforce, this is a young center-back! He’s moving early, going for a sliding tackle!"