Chapter 372: Chapter 109: The English League Cup Arrives! Solo Goal! Ba God—Why Always Me?!_4

On the field, Savage seemed to know he couldn’t stop Ma’el, so he went in for a slide tackle outside the penalty area, anticipating to stop Ma’el.

"Screech... Bang!"

Unexpectedly, Ma’el was prepared, he suddenly stopped, pulled the ball back, then pushed it forward again, gracefully avoiding his slide tackle.

Only Onuoha was left!

Just one more step, and he would have a chance to break through the entire defense line in this counterattack!

"Oh...!!" The cheers inside the stadium grew louder, Arsenal fans had already risen from their seats and were now raising their arms.

On the sideline, Wenger was pinching his chin, looking with anticipation, while starting to plan who to substitute if they lead.

"Put it in!"

Behind him, Van Persie rushed up with a smile, waving and teasing, "Ma’el, I know you want the English League Cup title, if you score this, I believe you can do it."

"Haha...!" Walcott and others also rushed out, laughing and raising their hands, ready to celebrate.

Only Vermaelen’s smile wasn’t quite pure, as if he was reminded of some not-so-good memory.

On the other side, Mancini watched the scene on the field, slowly opened his mouth, his figure seemingly frozen in the snowy landscape.

"No...!" Behind him, Balotelli put his hands on his head, shouting in horror, but there was a cunning look in his eyes.

Under everyone’s gaze, Ma’el engaged in the final showdown with the opponent’s defender Onuoha, who wasn’t particularly tall but was quite agile.

To break through him, fancy moves might not work, perhaps something simpler would do.

"Bang...!"

Ma’el nudged the ball to his side, then sprinted diagonally, eyes full of longing.

Onuoha hurriedly turned and started to run, but after taking two diagonal steps, he seemed to realize something was wrong... Ma’el was about to crash into him from the side! 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

He turned his head, looking slightly nervous, realizing that if he went for the ball, he would surely have a confrontation with Ma’el.

Not a confrontation likely to cause a foul, but a shoulder-to-shoulder legal challenge.

This kid deliberately nudged the ball this way!

Determined to get him?

Fack!

"Boom!"

Before Onuoha could psych himself up, Ma’el had already crashed into him.

He instantly felt as if he was hit by a truck... no joke.

"Screech!" Onuoha quickly toppled to the side, even sliding forward a bit due to the slippery snowy ground.

"Yeah...!" The cheers of Arsenal fans in the stadium reached a new high as they saw Ma’el going one-on-one!

"Beautiful!"

"Ness!"

In front of the Arsenal bench, several Arsenal players, wearing their substitute vests, had already sneaked towards the corner flag area, waiting for Ma’el to come over and celebrate together.

"Bang!"

On the other side, Mancini slapped his forehead, seemingly accepting the result ahead of time in this critical moment, turning around and saying, "Balotelli, warm-up!"

Balotelli quickly dashed from the bench, removed his coat but didn’t rush to the sideline, instead picking a better angle to watch the field.

"Boom!!"

Ma’el then executed a stunning dipping shot during this one-on-one opportunity, choosing to trust his footwork!

Upon seeing the ball’s trajectory unlikely to go over the crossbar, he immediately turned towards the sideline area, spreading his arms in advance.

Celebrating early!

He knew it wouldn’t miss!

"Whoosh!"

As Pantilimon looked speechless, the ball smashed into the net.

One to zero!

First goal of the English League Cup!

"Wow...!"

"Haha!"

"Oh hoo...!"

The Emirates Stadium immediately erupted into a frenzy, the fans cheered wildly for this goal that evaded four players, while also marveling at Ma’el’s bold early celebration.

"He’s so damn cocky!"

"Awesome! So cool!"

"How dare he haha?"

"He did it!"

"If the ball goes in, celebrate, if not, just pretend to throw your hands up helplessly!"

"Nonsense, Ma’el was running to celebrate right from the start, you’ll see it in the replay later!"

"..."

"Aah...Oh...!"

By the sideline, Van Persie, Walcott, and others were gesturing frantically at Ma’el, having been waiting to celebrate together for a while now.

A perfect goal!

This goal could ignite the emotions of every Arsenal fan in the Emirates Stadium, no one would be sitting still!

"Philip!"

In some position behind them, Wenger smiled and turned his head, saying, "Since we’re leading, let’s go for the win too, sub Van Persie and Mertesacker on."

"Got it." Philip ran towards Van Persie and Mertesacker, ready to pause their celebration and prep them for warming up on the sidelines.

On the other side, Mancini bit his lip, released, bit again, released, sending a sound like water dripping, but his face looked as grim as a mire.

"Ah!"

Next to him, Balotelli couldn’t hold back and shouted for the wonderful goal, even though he made a sudden stop, Mancini still heard it.

Mancini instantly turned with a gloomy stare fixed on him, eyes full of disbelief.

Balotelli licked his lips, restless as if on a hot pan, opened his mouth to make an excuse, found no good way to do so, and lowered his head in embarrassment.

...

"The goal went in! One to zero!

"Ma’el’s goal put Arsenal in the lead! What a brilliant solo breakthrough! Gunners Fans, are you doubting your eyes?!

"A muscle-type forward known for speed and precision in passing and shooting scored a goal dribbling past multiple players!

"No stumbling, just steady progress and extremely practical dribbling breakthrough!