The Chelsea players in the penalty area looked at Maël's celebrating figure with blank expressions, many spreading their hands in helpless complaint.
After the initial regret and desolation, a sense of humiliation quickly arose in the hearts of many, gradually intensifying.
Especially those who had mocked Maël after the missed penalty, now seeing the contempt in his eyes and the disregard in his actions, felt even more ashamed.
Ribery looked around and finally fixed his gaze on Fabregas's face, roaring with anger, "Pass the ball earlier in that position, what were you thinking?"
Fabregas, of course, had his own explanation, raising his shoulders high and complaining, "No one is making runs like they're dead, where am I supposed to pass? To the opposing goalkeeper?"
Benzema quickly ran back and pulled the arguing pair apart. He was mostly calm during the game, only occasionally making big mistakes.
And so, the three of the Avengers Alliance gathered, looking at each other near the penalty box line.
"Three consecutive drops, and you can't win a single one?!"
Benitez's scolding echoed in their ears from the sidelines, "And the tracking back, why do you stop near the penalty box line, are you acting with yourselves? Follow him to the end!! Go and fight for that drop! Otherwise, you might as well just stay in the frontcourt and rest from the start!"
One roar after another rang out, making them red-faced, and coupled with the ear-piercing sound waves constantly emitted by the two teams' fans, their minds gradually became unclear.
As players who had only joined the team this season, all three were very clear about what this game meant to them and to Chelsea.
Before the game, they had been ambitious, all wanting to change their career that was shrouded in gloom from this game, sweeping away the decline, and also wanting to sound the counterattack horn against Maël and Arsenal.
But the current state of desolation and trance swept away the courage they had managed to gather with great difficulty.
Maël was still that Maël, even more powerful than before. Even if they joined forces, they felt a sense of insignificance and powerlessness in front of him!
"Hurry up and kick off!"
Benzema knew that they couldn't keep wallowing in self-denial, as that would make them more and more unconfident, leading to bigger and bigger jokes.
He ran to the goal to pick up the ball, and the other two also turned and walked towards the center circle, adjusting their mentality to continue fighting.
Although the three did not want to admit the title of Avengers Alliance from the outside world, they were actually clear in their hearts. Their final gathering at Blue Bridge was definitely influenced by Maël.
Moreover, the fans didn't care whether they admitted it or not. Since public opinion had already leaned in this direction, they were bound to be compared with the other party.
Surpassing Maël in individual data seemed to be a foregone conclusion. All they could do was strive for collective victory, strive for the final Premier League and other cup victories.
Or, not to strive for anything, but they couldn't let the sum of the three people's various data be lower than Maël's alone at the end of the season.
That would really be a joke.
"Beep beep.!"
Before the restart, the referee pointed to the player tunnel area on the sidelines, indicating that a substitution was about to take place.
Fabregas looked in that direction and saw Gilbert standing there wearing Maël's previous Number 31 jersey, doing abdominal contractions to warm up for his upcoming appearance.
For him, this was also an 'old acquaintance', which added a few traces of contemplation to the corners of his eyes, as if recalling the past.
However, that memory was obviously not pleasant, but rather accompanied by real pain.
"Number 31 Gilbert comes on, Number 9 Giroud comes off!"
"Pa pa pa!"
The on-site DJ announcer announced the players going on and off the field, and the fans gave a round of applause to Giroud, who had played for nearly 70 minutes, and also gave encouragement to another homegrown youth training youngster who was making his debut.
Giroud jogged off the field, fairly satisfied with his performance in his first official match for Arsenal.
"Clap!"
Reaching the sideline, he high-fived Gilbert, patted him on the head, and smiled.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Gilbert sprinted onto the field, breathing rapidly, and gestured a 'three' to his teammates near the midfield, signaling a change to a 4-3-3 formation.
His face clearly showed curiosity and excitement about everything on the field. After conveying the message, he turned to find Maël, his eyes filled with unconcealed joy and pride.
A full leap year, 366 days of outdoor training, countless drops of sweat shed! He had finally stood on the top stage wearing the Arsenal First Team jersey, fighting alongside his good brother, with whom he had debuted, in their parent team, competing for the championship of first-tier events!
The joy and comfort in this were hard for ordinary people to understand, and difficult for him to express.
He only felt such satisfaction in his heart, such pleasure in his brain, as if his countless rehearsals before were all for this moment of blossoming.
On the left side of the frontcourt, Maël had been watching him. Seeing him turn his head at this moment, he also smiled knowingly.
Those two teenagers who depended on each other on Cherry Street and eagerly wanted to stand out on Bramall Lane probably never imagined that their reunion would be at Wembley Stadium.
Having suffered a lot from the fierce EFL Championship players, they were now fighting for the championship on the Community Shield Cup final stage, among a group of top players!
"Bip!!"
The referee blew the whistle to start the game, and Benzema kicked off for Chelsea from the center circle.
Maël stepped across the halfway line. He had a very clear feeling that with Gilbert's arrival, every second that followed would be different for him.
He played more comfortably and had many new pursuits.
"Boom, boom...!"
Chelsea's players passed the ball to Arsenal's backcourt in just a few passes. Their players' organizational skills and creativity were still very strong, and their counterattacks were fierce.
However, compared to before, the difficulty for them to break into Arsenal's core area had undoubtedly increased a lot.
After Gilbert came on, he stood in the right midfielder position, forming a barrier with Arteta in the middle. In defense, they formed a double defensive midfielder, blocking more space.
Moreover, one of them was young, energetic, and aggressive, while the other was older, experienced, and able to hold the line. After partnering together, they quickly produced a good chemical reaction and were able to perfectly complement each other.
"Clap!" Gilbert aggressively pressed high up the pitch multiple times to complete interceptions and disruptions, and even quickly contributed a tackle.
Even if he was occasionally beaten by Oscar and Fabregas's attacking combination, Arteta's delay could stabilize the situation and give him a chance to chase back.
In terms of passing the ball, both showed excellent basic skills, and in most cases, they could successfully find the organizing core, Cazorla.
Wenger on the sidelines also looked gratified when he saw this scene, and took out a small notebook to record something on it.
"I think Wenger should be very happy now. If Gilbert can also be used, they will have too many choices in the new season."
In the commentary box, looking at the camera pointing at Wenger, Zhang Lu explained with a smile: "For attack, they can use Alexandre Song plus Cazorla, plus this Ramsey, or Rosický can also be used.
"There are also Walcott, Podolski, and attacking full-back André Santos, these are all cards that can be played at any time.
"For defense, they can take off Giroud or Van Persie, and put on Gilbert and Song, and stack a center-back in as well.
"In short, anything is possible. This kind of personnel reserve, a thick and diverse bench depth, allows them to easily deploy many formations to deal with almost all targeted arrangements.
"We really can't break down the city gate, but isn't there Maël, this nuclear weapon? Just pass the ball to him."
"Haha..." Zhan Jun became the one adding with a smile this time, "But with so many strong players gathered together, there are bound to be many who won't get satisfactory playing time."
"So whether this is a trouble or a benefit, I suppose it's hard to say yet, right?"
"Yes." Zhang Lu nodded slightly, echoing, "It mainly depends on how Wenger handles it, and also on how the team performs on all fronts.
"After last season, there was a statistic that a Premier League team playing on both the Premier League and Champions League fronts would play at least 46 games.
"That's the minimum. Apart from the Premier League, as long as they advance one or two steps on any front, they will have 1, 2, or even more games. 60+ games in a full season is also possible.
"If there can be about 60 games, with the main players playing 35-45 games, the rotation players playing about 15-25 games, and then 10 games for the substitutes, I think their dissatisfaction should be minimized."
Zhan Jun nodded, agreeing, "Indeed, Premier League Champions League teams have a lot of games.
"Compared to La Liga and Serie A, they have the possibility to nurture more players. If Arsenal can achieve good results on multiple fronts this season, this may not be a problem."
After saying the good words, Zhang Lu finally joked, "But no matter what, it still gives a strange feeling to have a First Team of more than thirty players in a team."
"Haha...!" After the two finished laughing, they focused their attention on the field, seriously commentating on the game.
Time came to the 72nd minute, and Wembley Stadium gradually became suppressed. Arsenal fans nervously waited for victory, while Chelsea fans silently hoped for a miracle.
"Boom, crack...!"
Ribery suddenly seized the gap when Kyle Walker's attention was not focused, and dribbled past this still very young full-back.
Knowing that the opponent might catch up quickly, he swept a low, flat ball out without looking at the center after breaking through.
"Boom!!"
The Football slanted back to the inverted triangle position, where Fabregas received the ball. After turning around in place, he shook off some angle and Curved Shot the far corner with his left foot.
"Crack!"
The Football hit between Mertesacker's legs, rubbing against the muscles on the inside of his left calf, changing direction and flying towards the net.
Lloris saw the Football deflect towards the center as he flew to the far corner, and it was obviously impossible to adjust again.
"Swish!" The Football smashed into the upper part of the center of the net, causing the net to shake violently.
"Aaaahhh!" Chelsea fans suddenly erupted. They had been desperate looking at the seemingly indestructible Arsenal defense, but finally remembered that the team also had a group of talented attackers.
Deflected into the net!
One to two!
Benzema quickly ran to the goal to pick up the ball. Most Chelsea players had a light of hope on their faces and turned to run towards their own half.
"Yeah!!"
Only Fabregas and Ribery, who had just been arguing, ran towards the sidelines to celebrate with their arms around each other's shoulders like two big fools.
"Tsk!" Fabregas took the lead in sliding on his knees. This was the first time he faced his old club Arsenal. It can be said that he had been waiting for such a sliding opportunity for a long time.
He wanted to use this resolute way to cut off the regret in his heart for his past choices.
At the same time, he deceived himself, giving him a brief feeling that he could live well anywhere, and a different kind of sense of accomplishment that Arsenal fans would continue to be angry and regretful for his departure.
"You ingrate!"
"Go to hell!"
"..."
But to his disappointment, only a few Arsenal fans stood up to curse him, and there was no large-scale booing. It seemed that everyone didn't care about him.
Somewhat frustrated, he looked back at Wenger on the sidelines. This time, he successfully gained some comfort. The other's eyes were fixed on him, with disgust and incomprehension.
"Vamos!"
Fabregas slid on his knees and waved triumphantly at the Arsenal fans, then hugged Ribery.
Of course, the two of them were not unaware of the priorities. After the release, they quickly ran back.
And Wenger's emotional changes were not only felt by Fabregas.
Arsenal's players, combined with the kneeling Xiaofa, also clearly felt Wenger's disappointment and complexity at this time, especially those who had experienced the departure turmoil last year.
Gilbert and the defending players looked at Xiaofa's back with ferocity in their eyes, blaming themselves. They didn't say much and slowly walked to their initial positions.
Maël also glared at Fabregas, then met Gilbert's eyes. They would all make the incorrigible Fabregas pay some price in their own way.
"Beep!"
The game time continued to move forward. After Arsenal's victory was not so stable, the confrontation between the two players became more intense, and the rhythm on the field also accelerated.
"The long pass was taken down by Ivanović! It's not easy, he rarely gets interception and steal data on Maël!
"Now it's Chelsea's counterattack. The figure of Brazilian midfielder Oscar is very agile, no one can touch him!
"This may also be a habit he has developed since he was a child, because he knows that as long as he comes into contact with those strong defensive players, he will definitely fall to the ground and lose control of the ball!
"He made a through ball to Ribery on the wing... Ah! In terms of pure speed, Ribery seems too weak in front of Kyle Walker, and the ball was protected out of the sideline."
"..."
"Maël cuts inside again! There are many flanking points in the middle, do you want to try a Cross? "Kicks and chooses a low-level diagonal line! Beautiful change, this ball broke through the defense, Van Persie cut in diagonally to keep up! "Left foot volley! Čech!! Blocked the Football again! Arsenal almost extended the score! "Peter Čech, if it weren't for that accident, he would have become the best goalkeeper in the Football World, but unfortunately, after that, his name could not be passed down for a long time like Casillas and Buffon."
"..."
"For neutral fans, Chelsea's equalizer may be what they want to see, because that means a more exciting last 20 minutes of the game.
"But let's take a look at this attack first, Fabregas is dribbling the ball towards Gilbert!"
"..."
In the middle of the court, Fabregas smeared around Gilbert, seemingly deliberately teasing the other party to make a reckless foul, creating a set-piece or even a chance to send someone off.
Gilbert initially wanted to kick him over directly, wanting to give this annoying player a little color with a fierce sliding tackle.
But after coming to Xiaofa's side, he suddenly realized that this might just hit the other party's arms.
This made him brake urgently, stop a moment before landing the tackle, slow down his center of gravity and concentrate.
It was also this change that made Fabregas feel a little caught off guard.
"Bang!"
He directed the ball to the right, but his body wasn't ready to follow. This move was primarily to avoid Gilbert's tackle, not a genuine attempt to dribble past or advance.
He was instantly stuck in place, this change of direction was equivalent to him falling for a feint from the defender.
"Pa!"
Gilbert didn't expect his composure to result in a steal. His face lit up with joy as he sprinted forward, hooking the ball back into his control.
Fabregas didn't give up, following up and forcefully bumping into Gilbert's shoulder.
Unfortunately, Gilbert was no longer the Gilbert of yesteryear. He was now very strong, and his lower body was exceptionally stable.
"Bang!" A muffled sound of bone and flesh colliding echoed out. He staggered slightly, while Fabregas was knocked back more than a meter.
Gilbert seized this opportunity to pass the ball to Arteta on the side, then adjusted his center of gravity to dodge Fabregas, and sprinted forward at high speed.
"Boom, boom!"
Arteta immediately played a one-two with Gilbert with a direct through ball, and Gilbert, after receiving the ball, passed it to Cazorla.
The latter stopped the ball, turned to face the attacking direction, and then played a quick medium-to-long-range switching ball to the left wing.
The continuous one-touch plays and rapid advancement delighted many fans, who cheered with excitement. This beautiful Football was also why many people fell in love with Wenger and Arsenal.
"Boom!"
On the left wing, Maël, who received the ball, tapped it to Van Persie, who was in a better position in the center, and then cut into the penalty area.
In a 90-minute match, the scenarios where he handles the ball himself are definitely in the minority. He needs to trust the remaining 10-plus teammates.
Only in this way can their collective become better and have a better chance of maintaining the momentum of their progress.
After receiving the ball, Van Persie turned with the incoming ball, seeking an opportunity to Curved Shot into the far corner. After finding the line blocked, he passed it back to Cazorla, and then turned and entered the penalty area.
"Boom." Cazorla didn't stop the ball either, directly passing the ball to Maël in the penalty area, who was facing David Louis.
"Hey!!" A desire appeared in Van Persie's eyes, and he reached out and loudly echoed to Maël, hoping that the other party would notice his run.
Maël naturally wouldn't fail to look up. He had no intention of stopping the ball. He steadied his left foot as a support foot, and his right foot crossed outwards to meet the incoming ball, wanting to use a backheel pass to send the ball to Van Persie's running route.
This was a classic third-man run. If successfully completed, it would definitely be a very exciting goal!
Even their offensive push this time would be regarded as a representative goal of beautiful Football, a frequent visitor in any classic team goal compilation! Everyone involved in the process could be considered to have a new masterpiece on this field.
"Shua!"
Maël's right heel touched the Football. His Ball Sense was very good, so he could let his foot slide against the Football to the rear side, so as to better ensure the passing line.
In the process, he used his peripheral vision to *Observe Van Persie's running Speed*, but unexpectedly saw David Louis predict it in advance and go around him from behind to the passing line.
There's an ambush! Can't pass!
Another benefit of having the right foot close to the Football was revealed. In an emergency, Maël pressed his instep down, trying to slow down the Football and return the Football to his control.
However, it was too difficult to do this action from behind. Although the Football reduced its kinetic energy, it still couldn't stop.
He suddenly remembered the ball-raising action of pressing the ball and bouncing it up in freestyle Football, which was to first press the Football with the instep, and then quickly lift the foot with explosive force to generate the power for the Football to bounce up after being squeezed.
"Pa!"
In a flash, Maël half-squatted to exert force better, then pressed his right instep down fiercely, and then retracted it upwards, while his ankle twitched quickly, trying to increase friction in this way.
The countless ball-lifting attempts with José in daily banter, and the repeated practice after seriously studying after laughing, helped him at this moment!
"Swish!"
Maël made the football bounce about 10 centimeters from behind him, successfully stopping the ball! Because of the pursuit of force, his leg lifted and crossed towards the high sky, making his body a 25-degree inclined capital 'I' at this moment.
Next, recover the center of gravity? Turn around? Ball Control? No! Looking at the bouncing football, Maël suddenly had a more elegant and complex idea of handling the ball, and a violent impulse appeared in his eyes.
That was a very low-success rate way of handling the ball, but the temptation of that gorgeous dance for success was too great, and he was willing to try! He twisted his right leg to the outside of his body before recovering his center of gravity, and then slammed his instep towards the football that was about to land.
"Pa!"
The football smashed to the ground, and then bounced about two meters high in place.
After Maël's right foot kicked the football and landed, he stepped down smoothly, and his left foot stepped to the left rear, turning half of his body to the left elegantly.
David Louis, who was marking him, originally predicted Maël's possible passing route. Seeing Maël smash the ball up with such a difficult movement, he felt bad and wanted to block it after turning around.
But it was too late!
Maël took off as soon as his left foot stepped on the ground, without any pause, obviously having thought of a series of movements long ago.
After rising into the air, he used the inertia of the turn to swing his body in the air, completing a gorgeous aerial turn, and his right foot also hooked towards the football in the air!
At this moment, he was more like a member of a circus, or an acrobat, or someone who flew and kicked a wooden board during a taekwondo performance.
This is definitely not a regular move in Football!
What's more, when it happens after a difficult heel lift behind him, kicking the ball up with his right foot, and then connecting a turn and leap! "Boom!!"
When his foot slammed **** the football, David Louis jumped up in horror, wanting to block the football before it arrived.
But the football still flew towards the goal guarded by Čech, brushing his face first. Maël's right foot almost smashed into his face when he landed.
The whole stadium was silent for a moment, and people just stood up and looked at the goal guarded by Čech.
"Swish!" The football passed Čech's outstretched hands and smashed into the side net. At this moment, many people let go of their hanging hearts. Yes, how could this kind of ball not go in?
Misfortune may break out at any time, but when a player makes such a gorgeous operation, even the unsentimental it can't bear to destroy it.
The ball went in! Three to one!! "WowwwYeahhh!!"
At least ten thousand people hugged their heads in unison. There were Arsenal fans and Chelsea fans, and the remaining neutral fans waved their hands together with the remaining Arsenal fans.
"OhFuck!! Are you kidding me?!"
"My god!!"
"How did he do it? What kind of ball is that? Is he a stuntman? Is he in a good relationship with David?"
"This is definitely the most wonderful goal I have ever seen in my life, bar none! I guarantee it!"
"Maël, God!!"
Countless arms kept shaking in the stands, and the fans roared excitedly. They knew that Maël couldn't hear them, but they couldn't help but vent.
"Aha"
Wenger on the sidelines initially wanted to celebrate, but seemed frozen in place by the shocking emotion. He simply covered his mouth with one hand, his face filled with astonishment, "AhaAhhaa!!"
It wasn't until his emotions finally erupted that he clenched his fists, turned, and passionately embraced the coaches on the bench, "He's different again, isn't he? He's definitely a new Football spirit!"
"It actually happened!!"
In the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu, along with commentators from other countries, stood up in unison, exclaiming as they watched the goal, "A genius goal!! Earth-shattering!! This is a miracle!!
"I remember commentator Liu Jiayuan once said during the European Cup that Maël's 45-meter World Wave was a candidate for the Puskas Award!" But I want to say that in terms of artistry and difficulty, that goal is definitely not as good as this one!
"This is completely a street Football move! I've never seen such a dazzling move, even in street Football in Brazil or Morocco!"
"."
After Zhan Jun finished speaking, Zhang Lu quickly added, "I think such a goal can only be seen in the comics of Football.
"Lionel Maël has created history! At the same time, this is also the second time he has scored a Hat-trick in a final. In the two finals in the English Football World, he has scored 3 goals each time!"
"."
On the field, against the backdrop of a group of Chelsea players frozen in place, were the various expressions of the Arsenal players.
Cazorla stopped running, knelt on the ground, and hugged his head. After getting up, he looked at Maël with dancing eyebrows and trembling with excitement.
Some of the others jumped up and punched the air, while others spread their arms and ran towards Maël.
Van Persie had been sprinting towards the goal to try and get a rebound, but during the process, he was captivated by Maël's elegant movements. At this moment, he inadvertently rushed to the vicinity of the goal line.
His emotions were also suddenly raised to the highest point, and a strong urge to vent surged into his heart, causing him to jump up on the goal line, hook his hands on the crossbar, and swing back and forth.
Čech, sitting on the goal line, looked at his confusing behavior, his eyes revealing an extremely helpless emotion.
Van Persie seemed to sense it too. He awkwardly jumped off the crossbar, exchanged a glance with Čech, and then rushed towards Maël.
Čech: "."
Isn't this guy crazy?! On the sideline, Maël felt a kind of tingling sensation all over his body, which was an expression of extreme excitement and comfort.
He succeeded!
Another Hat-trick! A Hat-trick after missing a Penalty Kick, and in such a way. He believed that this game would definitely be considered one of his classic matches!
The dopamine that was crazily gushing in his brain seemed to paralyze his mind, leaving his face without any expression, and he couldn't think of any celebratory actions.
Since he couldn't think of anything, he simply stopped thinking about it. He spread his arms to the sky, using the gaps between his fingers to feel the breeze and heat of Wembley Stadium, just like he had swung his legs in the sky just now.
"Click...!" The photographers on the sidelines pressed the shutter to record this scene. They knew that the photos taken at this moment would definitely be widely circulated as star posters.
It would become a memory for this generation of fans, and even a memory in Football history.
People would use it to commemorate such a wonderful goal, and to commemorate Maël's first game after his 19th birthday.
"Vamos!!"
Maël's roar then resounded throughout the entire South Stand. The Chelsea fans in the stands looked at him in a daze. No one raised their middle fingers anymore, and no one made sarcastic remarks.
Slowly, someone started clapping their hands, which quickly infected more Chelsea fans, applauding their Derby opponent, "Clap clap clap!"
This was heartfelt admiration. If they lost to such a player in such a way, then they could actually accept it.
"You keep saying you want to become The Football God every day, heavens. You're not really an incarnation of The Football God, are you?"
Gilbert was the first to run up and jump on Maël's back, excitedly saying, "Cazorla picked up a chance to go down in history! How I wish I was the one who passed that assist!"
Maël turned around and hugged him tightly. This was the first time they had embraced on the field in an official match while wearing Arsenal jerseys.
The special scene, the special emotions, and the familiar celebratory scene made both of their eyes a little wet.
They wouldn't go looking for Fabregas to retort specifically. With that time, they might as well enjoy this moment properly. Or rather, scoring such a goal was the best response to the other party.
"Bip!"
After the restart, the game time had entered the 85th minute. Judging from the continuity of the second half, there shouldn't be more than 2 minutes of stoppage time in this game.
Chelsea fans began to leave the stadium one after another. They knew very well that since misfortune was unwilling to befall Maël, who had made such a gorgeous move, a reversal was impossible after the opponent scored such a goal.
Yes, they originally believed that the team would reverse the situation at any time, but not now.
Maël had been using actions to show that he would win a Championship Trophy in his first official match wearing the captain's armband.
"Dang dang dang dang...!"
"I have a friend, he drives a Bugatti on the sidelines and dances Swan Lake on the defensive line!"
"Aha! Ma-ehl! Ma-ehl!"
Arsenal fans were no longer interested in paying attention to the game. They stood up and clapped their hands, singing Maël's Song together, just waiting for the final victory of the game.
Maël brought them an extremely strong feeling, that he would continue and surpass last season's performance, leading Arsenal to a higher level! Maybe this hope could be dashed, but at least at this moment, they were willing to believe!
"Na na na na na na na!"
The fans then turned their backs to the stadium, singing and dancing shoulder to shoulder, immersed in the amusement park that Maël had brought them.
"Pa!"
On the field, as Fabregas was distracted in an attack and was intercepted by Arteta, all the Chelsea players lost the will to continue playing, numbly moving their legs to run.
Benitez was still roaring anxiously on the sidelines, but the players remained indifferent and had no intention of pressing forward.
"Peng peng peng!"
Arsenal players easily passed the ball in the backcourt, consuming the last time.
The game quickly passed 90 minutes, and the referee on the sidelines raised the stoppage time sign - 1 minute of stoppage time in the second half!
"Peng!"
After two more passes, when the game time was about to end, Arsenal players tacitly launched the last wave of fast attacks, wanting to see if there was still a chance to score before the end of the game.
This aroused dissatisfaction in the hearts of Chelsea players. In their opinion, the two teams should tacitly finish the game.
But the right to speak was not in their mouths, they could only grit their teeth and run wildly to stop Arsenal's attack.
"Pa!"
In the frontcourt position, the physically strong Gilbert interspersed all the way, and finally successfully controlled the Football in front of the penalty area line.
Looking at Van Persie on the side, he pushed the ball towards the opponent, and then sprinted towards the back of the Chelsea defense.
"Thwack!" Van Persie's left foot rubbed the bottom of the football, sending the ball accurately towards Gilbert's running route, forming a one-on-one opportunity.
It's broken through! Maël also just ran into the penalty area, smiling and raising his hand on the other side, ready to celebrate his good brother's first goal for the club.
Gilbert spread his body and smoothed the ball in front of him, glanced at Čech who was hesitating whether to attack, swung his left arm, and raised his right foot to volley towards the football.
Čech quickly went to the ground and pounced towards the near corner. Such a close-range shot cannot be saved without prior prediction.
"Bang." But just as his right foot was about to touch the football, Gilbert suddenly stopped his force, flicked his wrist and pushed the ball to his side.
That was the position where Maël was. He didn't want to gamble on whether he could score his first league goal, but chose a more stable way to create an opportunity for his brother to push an empty goal! "Bang!!"
Maël's heart moved, his body quickly followed, and he kicked the ball into the unguarded goal.
"Swish!" After scoring, he showed two rows of white teeth, smiling brightly and pointing to Gilbert.
Fourth! The first quadruple in his career! "Ahhhhhaaa!!"
Two teenagers wearing red and white jerseys ran towards the sidelines one after the other, creating a picture of a silver saddle shining on a white horse, swift as a shooting star.
Perhaps they had connected and celebrated like this at Colney Base, but today they brought this scene to the final.
For either of them, this is the best ending to this game! "It's in again! Gilbert selflessly passed the ball to Maël, allowing his good friend to complete his first quadruple achievement!
"Maël has shown the momentum to control the whole field as soon as he returned to Arsenal! He actually scored four against Chelsea, who spent a lot of money on reinforcements today! It's incredible! This must be an unforgettable Community Shield Cup final!"
"."
"Like a demon descending from the sky, truly a deity on earth!!"
"."
"Gooooaaaaalllll!"
Under the roar of countless people, Maël and Gilbert snuggled up to the sidelines and shouted together at the almost empty Chelsea stand: "Come on!!"
The two hugged again, their bodies trembling slightly, their foreheads touching each other as they confided.
"I thought, if I could get an assist in this game, I'd want it to be for you."
"Coincidentally, I thought about this before too, and it was you assisting me."
"A long time ago, I asked you, this sacrifice is so great, what do you have to get in the end to balance it, you told me it was the Ballon d'Or and the Champions League... I didn't believe it then, but now, more than a year later, I believe it!"
"It's impossible to take you to win the Ballon d'Or, haha! But the Champions League, we can try it this season!"
"Come on.!" The two's hands clasped tightly together, and they immediately smiled, tightened their right hands and raised them high, then slowly lowered them, as if they were thanking the audience in advance.
When running back later, they searched for Hans' figure together, and saw him standing beside Wenger with his head held high, his hands behind his back, as if he was the Arsenal coach.
"Haha.!" This made the two laugh together. Seeing them cooperate to score goals like this, Hans could indeed have a little fun.
"Beep! Beep! Beep——!"
Benzema, with a face ashen as death, kicked off from the center circle, and the referee directly blew the whistle to end the game, without giving any more attacking opportunities.
"Yeahhh!"
Arsenal fans jumped and cheered, and the substitutes rushed into the field to celebrate with the starters.
They won the first championship of the new season, the Annual 3rd Crown! Starting the 12-13 Season in this way was exactly what they had envisioned before the match!
"The game is over! Arsenal ultimately defeated last year's FA Cup champion and Champions League champion Chelsea with a score of four to one! They have won this season's Community Shield Cup!"
In the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun delivered the closing remarks, "It's well-deserved! They demonstrated stronger combat effectiveness than Chelsea, and a stronger ability to seize opportunities!
"Wenger's Arsenal, after ending seven years of no Championship Trophy, suddenly won 3 crowns in a year. I wonder if the old manager will sigh at the ups and downs of fortune!
"Will there be 5 crowns in 2 years? Will there be 6 crowns in 3 years? Perhaps at this rate, in less than 5 years, they will be able to make up for all the championships they missed in the previous 7 years!" Haha... Of course, we all understand who brought all this to him and Arsenal.
"Lionel Maël! This suave and elegant divine striker, who scored another Puskas-level goal today, seems to be leading Arsenal on a path to the summit.
"Will he maintain his strong performance from last season? Or will he deliver an even more transcendent performance?" I think this expectation will be the expectation of fans all over the world because people always look forward to seeing new things, and Maël has the hope of delivering a completely new level of performance!"
After he finished speaking, Zhang Lu also delivered closing remarks for Chelsea, "It's a pity for Benitez's team, they seem to have a wealth of skills but nowhere to use them, swallowing 4 goals and scoring 1.
"There is no doubt about the strength of their players, it's just a matter of how to better utilize it?" I think this is the problem that he and his coaching staff need to solve next. If they solve it well, they are not without hope of causing trouble for Arsenal in the new season."
Zhan Jun nodded as he listened to him, and finally said: "Okay, the broadcast of this game ends here, followed by the awards ceremony."
More than ten minutes later, on a podium in the center of the stands at Wembley Stadium, Arsenal's players and Wenger, who had taken off his suit jacket, appeared here.
They smiled and waved to the Arsenal fans in the stadium, clapping their hands to celebrate winning the Community Shield Cup.
This England 'Super Cup' Championship came a little too easily and simply, and there were no major twists and turns in the process.
But their mood was no different from winning an important Championship Trophy, because it contained their top performance in the Premier League last season, and the figure of their disappointing return from last year's Champions League.
"Thanks."
Maël soon received the Community Shield Cup from a staff member. It was a Championship Trophy with a radius of about 20 centimeters, probably made of sterling silver, with beautiful patterns embroidered in the middle.
This is the first Championship Trophy he has won since becoming the captain of Arsenal, and it definitely has a special meaning.
"Ohhhh!!"
Without any preamble, he hugged the Championship Trophy and roared into the podium full of Arsenal players, and after arriving at the center, he raised the Championship Trophy high, "Aaaahh!!"
"Puff puff puff!"
The sky was filled with silver streamers, like the incarnation of angels, they will not only fall on the heads of the celebrating Arsenal players, but also on those who need help.
The original name of the Community Shield Cup was the Charity Shield Cup. All the funds raised from the match will be invested in public welfare undertakings, reflecting the social responsibility and humanistic care of Football!
"Champion!!"
On the podium, Maël held up the Championship Trophy with an excited expression, laughing and shaking his arms, "Come on! Let's revel to our heart's content!!"
"Ohhhh!!" The others jumped and celebrated around him, even Wenger in his formal attire jumped twice and swung his red tie.
They hope that this Championship Trophy can bring them good luck in the new season! "Arsenal is the champion!!" Zhan Jun's hoarse roar then sounded in the broadcast booth, and this voice, together with this Championship Trophy, will seal the joy of Chinese fans today in their memories.
After the game, in a hall inside Wembley Stadium, dozens of reporters set up cameras, waiting for the arrival of a superstar.
"Click click...!" As the photographers quickly pressed the shutter, Maël, with a smile on his face, appeared at the door, holding a commemorative Football with a 'Grand Slam'.
"That Penalty Kick, from now on, shouldn't be considered a regret, right?" A reporter asked this question.
Maël raised his eyebrows and shook his head, optimistically saying: "The moment I learned that my score was 10 points after the game, it didn't count."
"The only pity is that I slightly failed Van Persie's trust; originally, he could have scored a goal as well."
"But that's just how my teammates are. With the help of people like Van Persie and Gilbert, I was able to score four goals today."
"Then are there any other regrets today?" a reporter asked again.
"Uh..." Maël thought about it very seriously, and after seeing the football in his hand, he joked, "A hat-trick gets you a match ball to keep as a souvenir, why not design new souvenirs for a four-goal haul? Like letting me dig up a piece of the Wembley Stadium's turf, or tear off a piece of leather from the coach's seat."
"Hahaha!" The reporters laughed together; they could tell that Maël was joking.
"If you really want a piece of turf and a piece of leather cushion, I think the organizers will agree," a reporter replied with a smile.
Maël shrugged and didn't reply. He then saw a staff member approaching, holding a small trophy in his hand, which should be the Finals Best Player trophy.
Excitement welled up in his heart. Even though he already knew he would receive this award with a perfect score, there was still a sense of solid joy at this moment of confirmation.
"Congratulations."
"Thank you."
Maël took the trophy, then proudly held it up with the commemorative ball, raising his chin to signal the photographers to take pictures of him as a memento.
"Hahaha!" Listening to the laughter at the scene, he contentedly curled up the corners of his mouth; these sounds would be recorded along with his memories of today.
With this, he has already won three of the four major championships in the English Football World! Only the final FA Cup is missing!
Moreover, his three championships are different from others; he won them all as a core player and Best Player.
Except for missing out on an Assists Leader in the Premier League, he has swept all the individual awards in the three competitions!
Maël is very sure that his first goal this season is the FA Cup Championship, Best Scorer, Finals Best Player, and the Assists Leader in the Premier League.
Achieving these, he will complete an unprecedented Grand Slam in the English Football World, which will definitely be an important step for him towards a Grand Slam in the Football World!
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