"This position! The King of Long Shots is here!! Maël! A powerful shot!!"
The commentator on the scene held the microphone tightly to his lips. He didn't need to adjust his emotions; at this moment, he just needed to follow the action on the field. "Can he hit it? The goalkeeper dives out, but the ball arrives first...! It hits the crossbar!!"
As his voice suddenly changed, the silent stadium erupted with the crisp sound of metal clanging.
"Clang!" The football slammed heavily into the crossbar, causing the entire goal to shake violently.
For a moment, the Sheffield United fans' eyes went blank, and their hearts clenched. The Doncaster fans, on the other hand, felt a sense of relief, even wanting to celebrate at this less-than-glorious moment.
But the ball didn't bounce back into the penalty area, nor did it fly out of bounds after hitting the crossbar.
It hit the lower edge of the crossbar, and after hitting the metal, it still crashed into the goal. It hit the ground first, bounced up, and then hit the back of the net! In a rare sight, the ball pushed the top of the net upwards!! "Yeah!!" The Sheffield United fans were the first to lose control, quickly standing up with red faces, throwing their scarves and hats off the stands, and some even spilling their beer.
Foam and beer flowers drew rainbows across the stands, as brilliant as fireworks.
Goal! Three to two! They reversed the score! "People often say don't fall in love with loan players, but look at him, how can you not love him?!"
"Hat-trick! This must be the kid's first career hat-trick, a day to remember!"
"This is also a day for us to remember. It's been a long time since we've experienced such a wonderful comeback, a game-winning goal in extra time!"
"I can't take it anymore, I'm shouting so much I feel like throwing up."
They shouted all sorts of things, many people whistling and banging war drums. The people in the front row of the stands holding team flags waved their arms from side to side, making the flags dance wildly.
"Oh!" On the sidelines, Gareth Speed jumped up instantly, not only his body taking off, but his emotions as well.
This was a kind of pleasure no less than scoring a game-winning goal himself. Dead memories knocked on his mind, and he seemed to recall his time as a player.
Without any hesitation, he spread his arms and ran along the coaching area, accidentally rushing to the opponent's coaching bench, causing dissatisfaction among several of the opponent's assistant coaches. Fortunately, he ran back before the other side rushed over.
At this moment, everything disappeared, and all that remained was a feeling of ecstasy.
The breath he was missing came back, and all the expectations that were almost dashed were fulfilled! On the field, the fiery atmosphere engulfed everything, and even the referee, who was supposed to remain clear-headed, felt a little lost.
He didn't know whether to blow the whistle or what to do, so he could only cast a pleading look at the linesman who was closer.
The linesman quickly met his gaze, nodded slightly, and ran along the sideline towards the center circle extension, indicating that the goal was absolutely valid.
"Beep!!"
Only then did the referee confidently point to the center circle and turn away, a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.
Everyone in Doncaster collapsed. Their fans sat in their seats as if petrified, unable to even curse, as if they had been cursed, losing all ability to act.
Some players quickly lay on the ground, burying their heads in their arms; others fell backward, covering their faces with their hands; still others stood still with their hands on their hips, as if all the energy in their bodies had been drained.
Even so, they couldn't occupy the main perspective of others.
They were destined to be just a backdrop, highlighting the even more towering figure of the victor.
"Ooh!" Maël opened his mouth and roared, but only released a trace of joy. He ran towards the sidelines, jumped high, and waved his right arm, making a rising dragon punch-like celebration.
The first hat-trick of his career, the 8th goal in the league, all here! As a forward, he had of course imagined the circumstances under which he would complete a hat-trick, but none of them were as exciting and explosive as this one.
Coming back from two goals down to win, single-handedly turning the tide, scoring the game-winning goal!
The temperature of his whole body rose rapidly, and he felt like he was the only one left on the field, and then he felt like he was the focus of many people's attention.
After high-fiving and hugging his teammates, his brain hadn't cooled down yet, and he clenched his fists and shouted a few more times.
He wasn't an impatient person, but this was really damn good.
After this goal, the game was nearing its end, and the Doncaster players lost their fighting spirit, spending time with Sheffield United.
Gareth Speed, afraid that there would still be variables, then used a substitution quota to replace Maël.
"Clap clap clap clap..." Applause rang out again, and the Sheffield United fans in the South Stand raised their hands in a pilgrimage-like manner, offering their hero the highest respect.
Unexpectedly, the other three stands also had scattered applause at this moment.
It was from the Doncaster fans. Many people had already accepted the defeat and focused their attention on Maël. This was undoubtedly a respectable and admirable opponent, worthy of their heartfelt applause.
Opposing fans applauding!
The smile on Maël's face was even brighter. He clapped his hands towards the Doncaster fans, this was a special feeling, a special experience.
Everything was so clearly imprinted in his mind that he would never forget this moment.
"How should I praise you?"
Gareth Speed was waiting for him off the field, his face flushed as he extended his right hand towards him, "Forgive my poor vocabulary, just feel my emotions."
Joelson stood aside, grinning foolishly, not coming forward. After such a game, he didn't seem to know what to say either.
"Perfect day!"
Maël laughed and exclaimed, shaking hands with Gareth Speed and then hugging him, "The Monthly Best is mine again."
After the match, Maël first received the Man of the Match award, and he once again stood in front of the advertising boards for an interview.
"This is not a victory for me alone, but a victory for the entire team."
He said sincerely, "My teammates have helped me a lot, they are all indispensable parts of the team, desperately contributing to the team.
"Of course, I am also very grateful for my efforts in training, haha. In short, I am very satisfied with this result, which striker can refuse a Hat-trick?"
He held the Best Player crystal trophy in his left hand and the match ball from today's game in his right hand, an extra prize for scoring 3 goals in a single match.
The reporters were silent for a while. After this round of matches, Maël's stats came to 8 goals and 8 assists, which was very close to his small goal of achieving double 10s that he had mentioned at the beginning of the season.
What's even more deadly is, how many rounds and how much time has Maël used?
If he continues to play like this, wouldn't he have to top both the scorer and assist charts?
"Congratulations."
Finally, a reporter from the 442 column offered a sigh, "After the Hat-trick, starting tomorrow, whether it's the EFL Championship to you, or you to the EFL Championship, it will become different from before."
"Naturally."
Maël was not modest, he was in high spirits, "After this round, the EFL Championship league will belong to me."
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