Chapter 486: Chapter 128: The Great Goal! The Tireless Ma’el! A Ghost on the Left Flank! Crossing Mountains!

If there’s time, he definitely wants to ask, do you think Ma’el’s stamina is running out?

"Boom!!"

Ma’el timed his cut-in perfectly and unleashed a dipping shot on target, and fortunately, De Gea pulled off another brilliant save, deflecting the ball out to the baseline.

Corner kick!

An opportunity to stall time!

"Hmph...!"

On the sidelines, Ferguson let out a heavy breath through his nose, glanced at his watch, and felt that things were not looking good.

"He really just doesn’t run out of power."

On the other side, Henry said to Wenger in awe, "How is his body built? With this capability combined with his offensive skills, he really has the potential to compete with Messi and Ronaldo."

"Indeed." Wenger watched Ma’el protecting the ball at the corner flag, recalling his active sacrifices and contributions in the game, his affection growing.

He is truly striving for the championship, doing everything he can!

What team wouldn’t want such a player, what coach wouldn’t envy?!

...

"Dun dun dun!"

As the time ticked past 88 minutes, seeing Ma’el once again speed up for a chase, Ferguson spat out the flavorless gum in his mouth, a sense of despair rising within.

He watched for a while on the sidelines, seeing his team’s attack delayed by Ma’el and then lose its threat, he dejectedly returned to the coach’s bench.

Looking at the data analyst beside him, he habitually asked, "What’s the count?"

The data analyst reacted quickly this time, though his voice trembled: "15,952, high-intensity runs 1,932."

Ferguson suddenly felt a sense of relief, lying back in his seat, silent for a long time before asking, "What was Beckham’s highest running distance, not just for Manchester United?"

The data analyst checked, then said: "16,142 meters, during the World Cup match between England and Greece."

Watching Ma’el still jogging with heavy legs, Ferguson bit his lip, knowing that Beckham held that record.

That is to say, with astonishing stamina and willpower, Ma’el likely beat them with a record-breaking run distance and a free kick, keeping Arsenal at the top of the league.

"Devil."

Ferguson swallowed, feeling that this title might not be fitting anymore, opting for, "Phantom."

By the sidelines, the referee quickly raised the stoppage time board, indicating 2 minutes of added time for the second half.

Ferguson couldn’t be bothered to get up and argue about the short time; he noted that his team’s players had lost the will to fight, crushed by Ma’el’s determination.

On the field, in the final moments, everyone’s stamina hit its limit, and players began to make frequent mistakes, handing over ball possession.

The ball changed hands a few times, soared in the air for a while, and eventually landed at Giggs’ feet.

"Oh.....!"

All the Manchester United fans stood up, expecting the genius who once won the FA Cup final against Arsenal to save the team again.

Giggs had indeed given his best; at his age, enduring a match at this intensity was truly remarkable.

"Boom boom....!"

He nudged the ball two steps towards the left, taking a deep breath to attempt a long shot, after all, he wasn’t the player he once was, who could complete a solo run past defenses to score.

After adjusting everything, he poured all his hopes into the ball at his feet, swinging his leg with the last thread of strength to complete the shot.

"Boom!"

"Crack...thud!"

As he looked up to trace the ball’s flight, he found it had already vanished from view, followed by the sound of foot contact with the ball and the dull noise of a block.

Looking down at his feet, Ma’el elegantly slid in with a tackle, and the ball he shot out had already flown out of bounds to the other side.

"....." There was no sound of regret, the Manchester United fans were completely disheartened.

Several Manchester United players sat down on the ground, while others laid flat; even those still standing mostly lowered their heads, gritting their teeth in frustration.

"Yeah.....!" Arsenal fans erupted with cheers, as if victory was just within reach for them.

"Beep! Beep!"

The first two whistles sounded, but with the stadium noise so loud, some people weren’t sure they heard them, until they turned and saw the referee’s whistle in his mouth, and heard the final "Beeeeep——!!"

"Aahhhhhh...!!" An unending roar emerged from the stadium, as Arsenal fans celebrated madly as if it were New Year’s.

"One to zero! The game is over!!"

Broadcast cameras worldwide focused on Ma’el high-fiving Van Persie, everyone knew who was the biggest hero today.

"With Ma’el’s winning outside-foot free kick! Arsenal defeated their biggest rivals for the title, Manchester United, at home in this crucial six-point match!

"Now, their lead over the second place extended to 4 points, putting them in a favorable position in the title race!

"The indomitable Mael! A magnificent goal! He left countless deep impressions on people today! This is a player destined for success!"

"..."

"Oh.....!" All the substitute players and assistant coaches rushed onto the field, their target clear, that being Ma’el, who was now sitting and gasping for air.

Wenger then came to the sideline, shaking hands with his old rival Ferguson.

Ferguson voluntarily came to the halfway line, showing his grace, though not sparing with his words, "I didn’t lose to you; I lost to Ma’el."

"Ha ha....." Wenger chuckled twice, then said, "Hearing you say that makes me very happy."