Two Alaba Trips! The Three Carriages are Running Side by Side! The Elegy of Lahm and Robben! The Popularity of Gun Fans in Domestic Forums!

After the restart, there wasn't much time left for the starting players on either side, and the pace seemed to be subtly quickening again.

"Bang!"

In the 63rd minute, Alexandre Song's clearance kick hit Robben's shoulder, deflecting the ball and sending it spinning towards the left flank in Arsenal's half.

Maël once again had a chance to face off against Alaba on the wing. He took the ball, turned, and looked at the full-back who was jokingly called 'Bayern Liu Xing', sensing a change in him.

The arrogance and confidence were gone, replaced by a submissive demeanor.

He didn't know why, nor did he care. His calves danced over the ball, performing Bicycle Kicks.

"Bang, bang!"

After pushing the ball towards the center, he once again knocked it towards the wing. He didn't seem to tire of it; it was just a burst of Speed, using his pace to beat you!

Alaba could only grimace and chase back, feeling his heart bleed and his mentality crumbling.

This time, he couldn't even keep up with Maël's first five steps, immediately falling behind!

"Bang!" Maël then swept a ground Cross towards the center, which Badstuber anticipated and kicked out for a throw-in.

Alaba dazedly ran towards the sideline to retrieve the ball, his mind blank. The ball boy kept handing him balls, but he didn't react, still looking for the ball Badstuber had kicked away.

Not far from him, Heynckes noticed the unusual reaction of his young player and quickly guessed that he was affected.

Should he substitute him? He resisted the urge. Replacing Alaba now would be like adding the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

"He's practically committing a crime!"

Heynckes lamented Maël's ferocity on the field, feeling a pang of sympathy, hoping this wouldn't leave Alaba with permanent scars.

He thought of another solution. If a substitution was out of the question, he could only move him elsewhere.

Heynckes had an idea, took a deep breath, and prepared to call over the team captain, Lahm, to switch positions with Alaba. Lahm was a versatile player who could play on either side of the defense.

Moreover, apart from Strength and physical presence, which were weaker than Alaba's, his other qualities were likely superior to both Alaba and Rafinha.

Perhaps, he could even alleviate some of the pressure Maël was creating? "Lahm!"

He shouted towards the far end, but saw that Lahm had already joined the attack and couldn't hear him.

Not panicking, Heynckes decided to wait for a break in play to tell him, standing on the sidelines and waiting.

Soon, Robben created a corner kick opportunity with a shot from the edge of the box, and Bayern's players all crowded into the penalty area.

Robben and Lahm, two players without heading prowess but with Speed, stayed back to guard against a quick counter-attack after a clearance.

"Lahm!"

Heynckes called out towards the field, wanting to use this opportunity to convey his intentions to Lahm. This time, Lahm heard him, but unfortunately, Toni Kroos took the corner kick.

Watching Lahm turn his attention back to the field, he could only swallow his words again, waiting for the next break in play.

"Bang!"

Inside the penalty area, Koscielny jumped high and headed the ball out of the box. The second ball fell to Ramsey's feet.

Maël had also run back to observe the situation and was standing not far from Ramsey.

Ramsey passed the ball to Maël, who took it and immediately knocked it forward, accelerating from his own half towards the opponent's goal.

Due to the large number of players committed to the corner kick, and Koscielny's clearance being too decisive, most of Bayern's players were still near the penalty area.

The only players left in defense were Lahm and Robben, one of whom was a right winger with little defensive ability besides Speed.

"A good chance for a counter-attack!"

In the commentary box, Shen Fangjian excitedly said, "Will we witness a classic duel!"

"Between the 18-year-old Arsenal youngster Maël, who is already showing his potential, and the world-renowned Bayern captain Lahm, who is 29 years old!" Robben is also nearby, and he may also be involved in this defense! It's safe to say that after watching Maël's performance, everyone is looking forward to a Speed contest between him and Robben!

"Maël is dribbling! No one can keep up with him, even his teammates are left behind. It seems he's going to do it himself!"

On the field, Maël, who had made many charges today, was running out of Stamina. He wanted to unleash the potential within his body for one last charge.

His right foot knocked the ball four or five meters ahead, and he reached the halfway line almost instantly.

Bayern captain Lahm and Robben lowered their center of gravity and retreated, trying to buy time for their teammates to track back. Neither of them were careless or underestimated him.

After a match like that, Maël had already left a deep impression on them. They all began to pay attention to this young player and clearly understood what kind of talent he possessed.

"You go up, I'll cover!"

Seeing that he couldn't retreat any further, Lahm shouted towards Robben, only two of them, they had to allocate defensive responsibilities.

Robben responded to captain Lahm with his body, he slowed down his retreat, and quickly faced off against Maël.

"Bang!" Because he wasn't a defender, Robben gave up his center of gravity after Maël made only two feints.

However, he was very clear that the confrontation between the two had just begun.

He had to chase back! There was no way Maël could blow past him like he did with Alaba and Rafinha!

"Robben has been passed, Maël's Speed is very fast, Lahm must also ensure the speed of retreat to delay his progress! "If he retreats too slowly, unable to keep up with Maël's rhythm, he could easily be beaten with a single touch, he is almost the last defender!

"He slipped! Lahm stumbled, he can't maintain Coordination during high-speed retreat, even though this is his strength! "Bayern Munich's backfield is empty!"

Forty meters from the goal, with Lahm's forced error, there were no more defenders in front of Maël, he took a touch towards the edge of the penalty area, ready to face Neuer!

"Thump, thump, thump!!"

The sound of Robben and Lahm chasing back sounded behind him, he glanced sideways and found that their Speed was not bad, and they were slowly approaching him.

Especially Robben, in a non-ball state, truly let Maël experience what it felt like to be a little flying man.

After rushing forward two more steps, seeing Robben already overtaking from the left, Maël chose to control the ball and slow down, Lahm also took advantage of this gap to come up from the right.

The two sandwiched Maël from left and right, determined to steal the ball from his feet.

"Bang!"

At this moment, Maël actually touched the ball forward again, accelerating again towards the penalty area.

He wasn't afraid of competing on Speed!

He was just worried that he would be at a disadvantage being chased by two players without the ball, he might be tricked into slowing down with them, and then restart a new round of racing! Astonishment appeared in Robben and Lahm's eyes, with their reputation in football, if he succeeded, it would be a great embarrassment.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

The two of them quickly burst out with their fastest Speed, chasing from Maël's left and right respectively, forming a wonderful scene of three carriages running side by side!

Six legs moved alternately on the same horizontal line, giving people a dazzling feeling, as if countless legs were frantically shuǎidòng [flailing], dragging out afterimages.

"Click, click!" This was truly a memorable moment, the reporters at the scene took out their cameras and captured many photos of this moment from the side.

Ten steps later, Bayern captain Lahm was the first to withdraw from the three-legged situation, he couldn't keep up with the Speed of the two, and was already a step behind.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Maël and Robben engaged in the final duel, neither of them giving way to the other, nor giving each other a chance.

Robben always maintained a misalignment of half a body, not wanting to have a confrontation with the opponent during the run; Maël was always sideways with half a body, not giving the opponent a chance to stretch his foot to steal the ball.

Two seconds later, the two of them all rushed into the penalty area, Neuer came out of the goal at this moment, ignoring his teammate Robben, and aggressively slid towards Maël's feet.

"Bang." Maël's Observation ability was very keen, after seeing Neuer's action, he took the initiative to touch the ball outwards.

"Chā!" Neuer's eyes flashed with shock, knowing that he might give away a penalty, but his sliding tackle had already failed to brake.

His right leg stretched towards the two at high Speed, before knocking down Maël, he first tripped Robben forward, and then Maël.

"Beep!"

The referee pointed to the penalty spot, undoubtedly awarding a penalty, Neuer squeezed his face in pain and closed his eyes tightly.

"Hiss" Robben fell head over heels, and immediately felt dizzy after getting up, looking at Neuer with a shocked expression.

What are you doing?!

If he wasn't afraid of hitting his new teammate, he would have roared like that.

In a sense, he took the brunt of the heaviest Strength for Maël. What was even more unacceptable was that he not only suffered a tackle from his teammate, but also failed to stop Maël, allowing the opponent to create a penalty! His and Lahm's joint defense was declared a failure! Robben was not good at defense, he knew this very well, even the forwards of the youth team could break through him.

But that was in a one-on-one situation.

If he chose to chase back at full Speed during the opponent's counterattack, and follow through to the end, then at that moment, he was definitely the world's top defender! Because what was needed for chasing back was Speed, not defensive skills.

And in terms of Speed, if he said he was second in European football, it would be difficult for more than three people to say they were first.

Even if there were, he wouldn't accept it.

In the end, he still couldn't stop this 18-year-old young player, allowing him to create a penalty? "Wow!" Arsenal fans in the stadium exclaimed, many experiencing a cerebral climax as they deeply etched Maël's figure into their minds, excitedly clapping their hands.

"Damn! Awesome! This kid is too damn awesome!"

"So fast! Even Robben couldn't keep up!"

"Damn! Who's faster, him or Walcott? Feels like he's even faster than the Little Tiger, with a more stable lower body, and what's even more deadly is that he can handle physical contact!"

"Limitless potential!"

"Henry! He's the new Henry!"

Even many Bayern Munich fans stared at Maël in astonishment, some holding their heads, others with their mouths wide open, all with expressions of amazement.

"Ouch!!"

In the broadcast booth, Shen Fangjian couldn't help but blurt out another catchphrase, his voice filled with shock, "Couldn't stop him! Lahm and Robben didn't stop the frantically charging Maël in this counter-attack! We all know that Robben's Speed is definitely among the best in Europe! Lahm may be small, but he's also one of the top full-backs in European football!

"Under such circumstances, Maël still created a penalty! It seems that as long as he has room to accelerate, he's like a beast, unstoppable!

"Even if he didn't score directly, it still ignited the atmosphere at the stadium. We see the fans in the stands are very excited, they must have remembered this young player!"

On the sidelines, on the Arsenal coaching bench, seeing this amazing scene, all the coaching staff members were silent.

There was no wild celebration, no exaggerated exclamation, only silence.

Mr. Wenger was immersed in the atmosphere of the moment, recalling the scene that had just unfolded before his eyes, a somewhat fascinated sense of intoxication. He exhaled a long breath, soothing his shocked heart.

Even Robben couldn't keep up with him?

Lahm didn't form an effective block? "Maël," he couldn't help but whisper the name, his mouth slightly open as he murmured, "Lucky, truly lucky."

"Mr. Wenger."

Philip came back to his senses at this moment, also looking at Maël with a face of intoxication, "I really want to say, this doesn't seem like a simple and crude physical breakthrough, but an art of explosive sprints."

"Haha..." Mr. Wenger chuckled softly, his chest rising and falling, belatedly shaking his head in excitement, "Unimaginable physical qualities!

"With him in the new season, we won't have to worry about counter-attacks when facing strong teams."

"Yes." Philip nodded slightly, his mind constantly repeating monster, monster, monster. On the other side, the Bayern Munich coaching bench.

Bayern captain Lahm came to Heynckes with a guilty expression, and asked, "Sir, what happened just now? Are there any instructions?"

Heynckes looked at him dumbfounded, hesitating several times, and finally sighed helplessly, "It's nothing."

Even if he switched over, he couldn't defend against him. Lahm's build, when he comes into contact with him, even has the risk of injury.

"Beep!"

On the field, the referee blew his whistle, indicating that the penalty kick could be taken.

Maël stood in front of the penalty spot, looked at Neuer opposite him, took a deep breath, and prepared to take the kick.

The team's penalty taker is Van Persie. He doesn't have the seniority now, so he definitely can't compete with him for this position.

It's just that in friendly matches, everyone doesn't pay much attention to the final statistics, so Van Persie naturally let him take the penalty that he created himself.

"Bang!"

Maël thought for a long time but couldn't decide where to aim, so he rushed up and kicked the ball towards the center. When the goalkeeper doesn't know you, this is a surefire method.

Neuer really 'cooperated' by flying to the right, and the football easily made contact with the unguarded center of the net! "Yeah!" The cheers at the scene rang out again, and the expectations of the Arsenal fans were met. This undoubtedly put a perfect end to the gorgeous performance just now!

Maël laughed and opened his arms, thinking about completing such an achievement in this game, bringing such a wonderful performance to the fans in his homeland, he was very satisfied.

"Yes!" He excitedly rushed to the corner flag area of the Workers' Stadium, took off his jersey, and showed off his near-perfect figure.

Amidst the screams of the fans, he slid out gracefully along the baseline, and after getting up, he kept waving his fists towards the fan area, continuing for a long time before stopping.

Everyone looked at his figure, and it was very clear that after this round of matches, he would officially enter the field of vision of mainstream media and enter the hearts of Arsenal fans!

2 goals and 2 assists! What an amazing performance! Mr. Wenger substituted Maël two minutes later. When he came off the field, he just smiled and touched Maël's head, saying nothing.

But the smile on his face did not fade until the end of the game, as if it had solidified.

This goalscoring battle was not over yet. After the substitute players from both sides came on the field, the game became more intense, and each substitute player frantically showed themselves.

In the end, Arshavin broke through and scored Arsenal's 5th goal, and Bayern's Nils Petersen scored a goal through a corner kick.

Five to four! A true goal fest! Around 5:30 in the afternoon, fans began to leave the stadium in succession, stepping out of the heated atmosphere.

Lin Youliang and Zhou Yi walked out of the stadium together, their excited moods lingering, as if they were still on the field.

"Like a dream!"

Zhou Yi was overjoyed to see the young player he had been following put on such a debut performance. Even his walk became more arrogant, as if he had transformed into Maël's domestic spokesperson.

"I'll make your post a featured one."

Lin Youliang didn't know how to describe his shock, so he could only say something as childish as this to express his feelings.

The stand they were sitting in was the one closer to Maël in the second half.

They clearly saw Maël explode past Alaba twice, saw Maël rush past Robben and Lahm's block, create a penalty and score it himself.

Every time he thought of that scene, Lin Youliang's whole body would tremble slightly, and goosebumps would rise on his arms and chest. "I reckon Arshavin will have a hard time competing with him. He's going to secure the starting spot on the left."

"I'm going to promote him well on Baidu Tieba. I'll write a post right now. Let's go grab some barbecue while we're at it."

The two of them got into a taxi at the intersection and headed towards a nearby barbecue restaurant.

Sitting in the car, Lin Youliang opened the Baidu Tieba app, ready to edit, but saw more than two hundred new posts erupting like a geyser.

Without exception, they were all fans who had just watched Maël's game, vigorously publicizing Maël's performance in the Tieba, eager to praise him to the heavens!

"40 goals and 27 assists in the EFL Championship! Maël may become another star for Arsenal after Fabregas left!"

The post that had been at the top, constantly refreshed by fans, was the long introduction and discussion that Zhou Yi had written before. It had been unpopular, but now it instantly garnered thousands of replies.

"Zhou Yi."

Lin Youliang picked up his phone and smiled, "Looks like there's no need to feature it. This post shouldn't be coming down within a week."

Zhou Yi glanced at it, his eyes showing a bit more excitement. This was a joy of being recognized. He picked up his phone and, together with Lin Youliang, began to browse the replies in the post.

"First time watching a game live, can someone tell me, is it because the viewing experience is different between watching on TV and watching live?"

"That Maël's impact was simply awesome, the shock was overwhelming!"

"Same question! Is it that even if some players perform very well when watching on TV, the impact on us will be weakened? "I watched Maël live today, and finally understood why good players are so expensive. It really feels like they're not the same species as us."

"You guys are right, watching on TV is different from watching live, but... is there a possibility that the EFL Championship's best player's performance today was just too explosive? I often watch games live, and I also think he's a monster."

"No wonder! He has 40+27 stats in the EFL Championship, that explains it! I thought he suddenly popped up from somewhere."

"Watched the whole game, just two words, awesome! His limelight today even faintly overshadowed Van Persie and a group of Bayern stars, his form was very explosive."

"Heynckes' ability is really not good, he should step down earlier. A point of explosion is waiting there to hit their counterattacks, and they still want to aggressively attack, leaving a large space for counterattacks every time. They didn't lose unjustly."

"If he maintains this state, 15+ goals in the new Premier League season is guaranteed! Keep it up! I will always pay attention to him!"

"His Speed is as fast as Robben, his physical confrontation is better than Robben, and he also has shooting! Really looking forward to it!"

"…"

Without a doubt, Maël conquered the domestic Arsenal fans with just this one big game at the Workers' Stadium.

His name will sweep through the entire Arsenal fan circle like a plague, and slowly spread to the entire domestic fan circle watching the Premier League, and even spread throughout the domestic football scene.

"Tell me."

Lin Youliang looked through it for a while and whispered curiously, "How crazy will the native British Arsenal fans be?"

"I don't know."

Zhou Yi shook his head, thought for a while, and tried to answer: "If I were in England, I would want to sleep straight until the day the Premier League starts. I would open and close my eyes and see Maël appear in front of me."

"Haha..." The two laughed together in the car, attracting frequent glances from the driver.

On the way away, they saw many Arsenal fans and Bayern fans sitting together harmoniously, sometimes laughing and sometimes spreading their hands and complaining helplessly.

This summer, the heat about football will begin like this.

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