Chapter 501: Chapter 130: Endless Ammunition! The North London Derby Strikes Again! Easy Lead! A King Descends!

The players from both sides moved closer, as if expecting a conflict to erupt at this moment, everyone stirring up to release their emotions.

Seeing the two didn’t get into a fight, they backed off to their positions.

"Bang!"

In the 9th minute of the match, Alexander Song completed a diagonal long pass, the ball dropping on the left side of the offense, perfectly in Ma’El’s running path.

With the departure of Kyle Walker, Tottenham deployed Michael Dawson on this side to defend against Ma’El in this match.

He’s a defender primarily playing as a center-back, quite stable, and with decent physical condition.

Besides him, Scott Parker and Ledley King stood nearby to provide protection, forming a three-man defensive group.

"Clap... Bang...!"

Ma’El controlled the ball with his right foot, and within less than 0.5 seconds, he sent it forward, quickly accelerating to threaten Tottenham’s defense.

Michael Dawson struggled to keep up with him, their distance widening.

Center-back Ledley King hurried to cover, making a fierce sliding tackle along Ma’El’s dribbling path.

In this rainy match, everyone couldn’t restrain their sliding tackle desires, it was inevitable.

"Fu....!"

Michael Dawson saw his teammate’s sliding tackle and half-complained before quickly leaping to avoid getting caught in the indiscriminate sweep.

After jumping over Ledley King, he didn’t stop running but moved towards his rear, preventing Ma’El from bypassing the tackle with the ball.

"Scratch!"

He guessed right. While dribbling at high speed, Ma’El used incredible footwork frequency and delicate skills to lift the ball, elegantly leaping over Ledley King’s slide tackle.

On landing, he deftly controlled the ball falling from the air, continuing forward.

Ya!

"Wow...!" The Emirates Stadium fans exclaimed in unison, firing up the atmosphere inside. Such a move was worth the applause.

A threatening attack was coming!

Lately, the fans also noticed that Ma’El’s footwork was becoming more dazzling, his coordination with the ball improving, giving an artistic impression when dribbling.

After repeatedly using the lob to get past opponents, his success rate in evading tackles with this move improved significantly.

Another improvement!

They didn’t know how to describe their feelings. Was this impressive feat not yet Ma’El’s limit?

"Tear!"

Near the end line, Michael Dawson came in with another tackle. Having preemptively positioned himself behind Ledley King, he managed to prevent Ma’El from directly breaking into the penalty area.

However, he clearly lacked confidence in defending Ma’El one-on-one and went for a flying tackle as Ma’El approached.

"Splash!" Ma’El tried to use the same trick, lifting the ball over his defense, charging towards the penalty area.

But Michael Dawson seemed prepared, raising his legs very high with determination that the ball might pass, but the player would not.

After Ma’El leaped, he was tripped by Dawson’s half-meter-high right leg, falling forward.

"Splash!"

After hitting the ground, he performed a forward roll and quickly stood up, confronting Michael Dawson beside him.

Playing in the rain had already fired everyone up, and he couldn’t tolerate these consecutive tackles any longer.

"Clap!"

Before he could say anything, he suddenly felt a surge of immense force pushing him sideways, stumbling a few steps. Turning his head, he saw that it was Scott Parker who had given him a hard shove.

"What?!"

"Are you crazy?"

"Get him!"

This instantly sparked the anger of Arsenal’s players, as the team now treated Ma’El like a treasure and couldn’t bear him being jostled like this.

In an instant, Arsenal’s players rushed towards the scene from all directions.

"Whistle, whistle, whistle!" The main referee’s urgent whistle sounded as he quickly called his assistant referee over.

"Get lost!"

After steadying his stance, Ma’El rushed towards Scott Parker, giving him a harder push, sending him staggering backward.

He wanted to keep playing, otherwise, he would have retaliated more fiercely.

"Thud, thud, thud." Scott Parker almost tumbled over, clumsily stepping back to steady his center of gravity.

"Damn it!" Unexpectedly, Arteta rushed from the side, bursting with core strength, giving him a hard chest bump.

"Splash!"

Scott Parker fell to the ground, instinctively using his hands to protect his face.

But it’s certainly not the old days anymore, with countless cameras capturing from all directions. Arsenal’s players, rushing in, were relatively restrained, merely surrounding him and hurling verbal abuse.

"Bang, bang!"

Van Persie, pretending it was unintentional, kicked him twice; the referee missed this move, but Modric saw it.

"Clap!" Modric rushed in from the side, giving Van Persie a shove.

This quickly led to him being targeted, pushed to the ground, accidentally hitting Scott Parker.

The players from both sides tangled again, the situation increasingly tense, it was uncertain when someone would lose their cool and escalate the conflict further.

"Whistle, whistle, whistle!" The main referee continuously blew the whistle, but it seemed to have no effect. Amidst the chaotic brawl, he couldn’t fully see who was making illegal moves.

"The scene is chaotic! An intense clash has erupted between the players from both sides!"

In the luxury box, the elderly explained to the young boy and also to those present, "But the substitute players remain calm, rushing in to pull apart the players from both teams, hoping the rain will cool them down!"

Many on-site smiled after hearing his words, but sharp-witted folks like Chloe remained worried, fearing Ma’El would suffer in this conflict.