Debut Hat-trick! An Eternal Moment Worth Remembering for a Lifetime! The Promise with Wenger!

"Beep! Beep——!"

After this goal, the first half ended, and Arsenal went into halftime with a 2-0 lead.

Amidst the boos and jeers of the Newcastle United fans, the players walked into the player tunnel chatting and laughing, seemingly ignoring the sounds. Even Alexandre Song seemed to be in much better spirits.

"This will be a winning start!"

"We must win this!"

"Take away the 3 points!"

"Let's see how long these fans can chirp. In the second half, we'll shut them up so they can't utter a word!"

"Is Maël going for a Hat-trick?"

Looking back at the entire first half, they launched many threatening attacks, with new signing Maël breaking through the opponent's goal twice. The defense also didn't give the opponent too many scoring opportunities.

In terms of performance, it was a near-perfect first half, and they played up to their potential.

"I'll give it a shot."

Maël walked into the player tunnel, smiling and saying to his teammates, "Two goals in the first half, wouldn't it be a shame not to go for a Hat-trick?"

"I'll pass the ball to you."

Alexandre Song walked over and patted him on the shoulder, saying confidently, "Don't worry, as long as you cut into the penalty area, my long pass will follow.

"My passes are very accurate. You won't need any extra movements like stopping the ball. Just like Van Persie, you can easily blast the ball into the net with one kick."

Maël glanced at him and smiled wryly, "I can't do that... In fact, besides Van Persie, who else in the team can kick that kind of ball in?"

"What?" Alexandre Song's expression changed to surprise, and he looked incredulous. "Your shooting is so good, surely you can volley, right?"

I'm specialized in different areas! Maël didn't explain in detail, waving his hand to indicate that he really couldn't volley.

"Just wait for my pass."

Van Persie followed behind the two, putting his arms around their shoulders, and laughed, "If I can get a good opportunity, then what I give to Maël will mostly be a One-on-One or a chance to push into an empty net."

After saying that, he quickly added, "But remember to pass to me too, I was the team's top scorer last season."

"We will."

Maël smiled slightly. Thinking about it, this first half was truly magical. The team's top scorer, Van Persie, didn't get any chances, but he scored two goals in a row.

Is this the favor of a debut?

In any case, he had to go for a Hat-trick in the second half... Maël really hoped to get a commemorative Premier League ball immediately after arriving in the Premier League.

This would be an important sign of his perfect integration into the top league and the Arsenal system! "Maël."

After walking a few steps, he heard Mr. Wenger's voice coming from his right. He turned his head and saw Wenger walking leisurely from the direction of the restroom, with a smile on his face.

"An unparalleled first half."

Wenger came up and took his hand, giving him a high-five and a shoulder bump, and said happily, "Who would have thought that an 18-year-old would control this game.

"I can't even tell what level of player you will be in the future... There's no doubt that you've met the club and fans' expectations of you, and even exceeded them.

"This will be a perfect debut."

"I hope so." Maël replied with a smile. Wenger's affection for him was obvious, which would better support him and Arsenal in a long journey.

Back in the locker room, Sagna took off his clothes again, stood on the table, and shook his head, singing the song he had made up, often making the other players laugh.

Everyone briefly broke away from the game, throwing the unpleasantness that the Newcastle fans had given them behind, and enjoyed the joy of the moment.

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"Alexandre Song's long pass! He's looking for Van Persie! It lands right at his left foot, Van Persie is going to volley directly! The third goal! Arsenal leads Newcastle United three to zero!!"

Just six minutes into the second half, Van Persie, who was ranked first in the Premier League Golden Boot odds, showed off his signature skill. The Dutch striker blasted the ball into the net with an impeccable volley.

"Beautiful!"

Wenger on the sidelines smiled happily. After this goal, the victory of this game was truly secured.

Three points in hand! They had a good start to the league season. Now, it depended on whether some of the team's players could achieve their goals in this game.

"Haha!"

On the sidelines, Van Persie slid out on the grass in celebration, his favorite move.

Seeing the young Maël score two goals, he naturally didn't want to be outdone, and at least had to contribute a goal.

"How was that?!" Alexandre Song ran over, arrogantly showing off to Van Persie, "Accurate, right?"

"Accurate!" Van Persie didn't hold back his praise, and the two hugged tightly; they were old partners.

"Are you trying to compete with me for man of the match?" Maël joked as he ran over to Van Persie, "I won't let you win."

"Fair competition."

Van Persie grinned, pulling Maël into their celebration. The three of them lined up, and after Alexandre Song was placed in the middle, they faced the Newcastle United fans together.

"Shhh!" All three put their fingers to their lips, making a shushing gesture towards the Newcastle fans.

This time, it was to help Alexandre Song retaliate! Alexandre Song slowly lowered his finger, put his hands back on the shoulders of his two brothers, and squeezed them tightly to express his gratitude.

"Play well."

Before parting, Maël extended his right hand and gave him a high-five, expectantly saying, "I'm waiting for your assist. I'm not good at volleys, but I can control the ball."

"Okay!" Alexandre Song winked at Maël and clenched his fist.

Boom!

In the 68th minute, center-back Vermaelen sent a long pass to the left, with pinpoint accuracy.

Maël used his body to shield off Danny Simpson, one hand tugging at the opponent's jersey, not exerting force, but just to feel his movements and prevent him from suddenly cutting in front to clear the ball with a header.

Danny Simpson was a little frustrated as he squeezed left and right, but every time he made a move, Maël would adjust his body posture to keep him sideways behind him.

This was very uncomfortable.

His cheeks burned, feeling both embarrassed and deeply powerless.

Pa. The ball landed precisely on the instep of Maël's right foot, and he steadily unloaded it, controlling it with his right foot as he looked for an opportunity to turn around.

Danny Simpson sensed his intention and had to make a last-ditch effort, exerting all his strength to push his knee against Maël's thigh, hoping to stop him.

He was extremely nervous, so when he saw Maël's left shoulder sink, he quickly shifted all his strength to the left, thinking Maël was going to dribble inside to the left.

Boom.

A light touch sounded as Maël used the outside of his right foot to push the ball to the right, bypassing him from near the touchline.

The pressure on Danny Simpson instantly disappeared, but he didn't react immediately. His legs were still pushing forward, and when his body suddenly lost support, he staggered forward as if he had stepped into empty air.

This embarrassing figure made Maël, whose playing style was usually simple and crude, seem a bit dashing.

Clap clap clap! Applause and cheers came from the Arsenal fan section, as the fans encouraged Maël's wonderful performance.

As Maël dribbled towards the baseline, he continued to approach the dangerous area of the penalty box. The next player to rush towards him was Newcastle midfielder Barton, who was tracking back.

Barton's emotions were clearly off when he came over. They had suffered too much humiliation today, and he couldn't tolerate any opponent showing off with a dashing dribble in his half.

When Maël took the ball to the outside again to change direction, whether intentionally or because he really didn't react, he stubbornly stretched his foot to block between Maël and the ball.

Maël couldn't stop, and after his legs collided with Barton's, he lost his balance and fell to the side.

Bee!

The referee's whistle sounded, and Barton immediately put his hands next to his head, making an innocent look. He turned and ran towards the penalty area, wanting to leave the scene as soon as possible.

"Hey!"

Mr. Wenger on the sidelines waved his right hand, putting pressure on the referee with an angry expression.

Arsenal fans also stood up one after another, making gestures to the referee to show a yellow card. Barton already had a yellow card, and another one would send him off.

"Twice already!"

Among the Arsenal lineup, the most excited was right winger Gervinho, who had clashed with Barton several times and had long wanted to see him kicked off the field.

He quickly rushed to the referee's side and complained, "You've let him off twice after the yellow card!"

The referee waved his hands around his body, signaling the Arsenal players not to approach him. In fact, he had already made his own judgment as he ran over quickly.

In the tense gazes of tens of thousands of Newcastle United fans, he reached into the pocket on his left chest, pulled out a yellow card, and raised it high, "Newcastle number 7, Barton, yellow card!"

Then, he lowered the yellow card and reached behind him towards his back pocket, pulling out a red card, "Two yellows make a red, please leave the field immediately!"

Red card!

Newcastle will be playing with one less man! "What?!"

Barton quickly turned around, and after realizing he couldn't escape the red card, he went to the referee and started a ruckus: "Is that action even worth a yellow card? It wasn't even a good scoring opportunity, just a normal foul!"

"Boo boo boo!"

The home fans at St James' Park erupted again, finding a new outlet for their frustration, or rather, an event that could become their excuse for losing.

"Arsenal bought off the referee!"

"This isn't a fair game!"

"The number of fouls is about the same for both teams, so why do we have two more yellow cards?"

"The FA only favors the big clubs, and the referees they send out favor them too!"

"Unacceptable!"

Logically, they used this yellow card to spout conspiracy theories, blaming everything, including the score deficit, on Arsenal having the referee's advantage.

Mr. Wenger on the sidelines twitched his lips, a hint of irony on his face. He didn't choose to argue with these fans, and returned to the coaching bench after watching the referee pull out the red card.

Having been in the Premier League for so many years, he had seen this kind of situation many times and knew it was impossible to explain clearly.

But he would completely abandon the idea of saving face for his opponents, hoping that his players could continue to use goals to completely subdue them!

"Clap clap clap clap...!" On the field, Gervinho clapped his hands with a look of satisfaction, having been standing right next to the referee the whole time.

Seemingly encouraging the referee, but actually mocking Barton next to him.

"Fuck...!" Barton cursed at him before leaving the field, even looking like he wanted to charge at him, but was pulled away by his teammates.

His words weren't very impactful, only earning Gervinho even more enthusiastic applause, and hands raised even higher, pointing more directly.

"Satisfying!!"

Gervinho clapped his hands as he walked to Maël's side, helping Maël, who was sitting on the ground adjusting his shin guards, up and giving him a hug: "I have to thank you, I'll treat you!"

"Treat me to a £1k meal."

Maël jumped twice after getting up, and after discovering that other than some superficial pain in his leg, he didn't feel anything else.

After his Strength increased to lv4, the probability of a tackle like that injuring him was very small.

He also immediately heard the shouts of the Newcastle United fans in the stadium, and couldn't help but frown, "Disgusting."

He changed his mind, patted Gervinho on the shoulder, "Let's change that, give me more passes when you have the chance, I still want to score."

"You can count on me!" Gervinho seemed very enthusiastic, putting his arm around Maël's shoulder all the way, recounting all of Barton's misdeeds.

"Boom!!"

Ramsey then took the free kick for Arsenal, very close to the penalty area. He was the team's first-choice free-kick taker, and Maël couldn't replace him yet.

Before he had heading ability, he would still compete for the opportunity to take free kicks if he could.

Putting aside everything else, standing here for a season, getting 3-6 assists or even more was very promising.

"Boom!" In the center, the team's center-back Koscielny jumped up with unstoppable momentum, smashing the ball towards the far corner of the goal with his head.

He didn't hit the ball squarely, so the ball speed wasn't very fast, but because he put enough force into it, the football flew towards the goal with a violent spin.

"Swish!" It finally passed the goalkeeper's hand and crashed into the net.

Four to zero! Arsenal is running rampant!

"Yeah!" Amidst the silence of the Newcastle United fans, the cheers of the Arsenal fans seemed particularly ear-piercing.

"Good shot!"

Mr. Wenger on the sidelines hadn't even warmed his seat before rushing out of the coaching bench again. He uncharacteristically chose to celebrate wildly at this moment of a likely big win, when he should have been smiling and clapping, "Protect yourselves! Keep going!"

The game continued, gradually passing the 85-minute mark. The Newcastle United players didn't have much fighting spirit, and had been suppressed during this time.

Maël stood next to Danny Simpson, looking back at the development of the football in the midfield and backfield, a few traces of anxiety rising in his heart.

He still wanted to complete a debut Hat-trick. This would definitely be an important achievement, and after today, there would be no chance to complete it again.

Just imagine, starting his journey at Arsenal with a Hat-trick, what a wonderful moment that would be, what a moment worth remembering for a lifetime.

Whatever achievements he makes here in the future, whatever historical moments he leaves behind... all of this will be amplified!

When people look at the first page of his journey at Arsenal, the first line they see will be the amazing 'Debut Hat-trick'! Not to mention, he was already looking forward to using more goals in today's game to slap the Newcastle fans in the face.

"Bang!"

In the 89th minute of the match, Alexandre Song launched a long pass towards Maël, he had been thinking about his new teammate's Hat-trick.

Unfortunately, the landing point was not good.

Maël could only jump up and compete for the header with Danny Simpson, with no time to retreat.

Thanks to his good basic burst, he jumped very high, heading the ball to Frimpong behind him.

"Bang!" Frimpong was a little anxious. Seeing Gervinho cut in at the other end, he cuo a diao behind the ball, but the depth of the football's landing point was obviously not enough, and it lost its strength in the middle.

He was obviously not cut out for this.

At this time, Maël rushed to the center, wanting to find a chance to shoot for the second ball.

"Clatter!" Unexpectedly, the opponent's defender Steven Taylor noticed his movement. His body, which was originally preparing to shua tou clear the ball, suddenly stagnated and chose to ceng back towards the goalkeeper's position! The result was a mistake! Completing a change of action in the air requires extremely high Strength and Coordination, and Steven Taylor obviously does not possess both at the same time.

The ball did not fall towards the goalkeeper's position, but only gained a higher height, rising and falling one meter behind him.

"I'll take it!"

Maël sensed the opportunity. His expression changed, he strode into the penalty area, separating the ball from Steven Taylor with his body, waiting for the football to land.

Immediately, a defender came to assist in the defense, wanting to squeeze Maël out of the control range of the football, or at least poke the ball away from his feet.

But they soon felt the pressure that Danny Simpson had endured. Maël's physical confrontation ability was very strong, and his lower body was also very stable.

No matter how they zhuangji, he was almost motionless! In this case, they were very far away from the football. Reaching out to poke it away would easily be dodged by Maël with a simple push-pull ball.

The situation was so deadlocked that Maël was almost making a basketball back-up move on the football field, slowly advancing towards the penalty area.

"Right foot! Block the right foot!"

Alan Pardew on the sidelines looked pale and shouted loudly to remind the defenders: "He doesn't have a left foot, lean towards his right side!"

There can't be another goal... Zero to four can be said to be a big defeat, zero to five is a canaan.

In the penalty area, Steven Taylor and the assisting defender heard Alan Pardew's shout and shifted their bodies to Maël's right side, ready to block his right-footed shot.

As for the left foot?

He shouldn't have one.

"Bang!!"

Maël suddenly turned to his left side, slightly adjusting the ball after a slight touch, and chou a powerful Curved Shot with his left foot.

Steven Taylor: "???"

Newcastle goalkeeper: "???"

When they looked back to observe the football, they first glanced at Alan Pardew on the sidelines, their eyes full of resentment.

The football quickly lifted off the ground from Maël's left foot, not heading for the dead corner, but in the middle and left position, but the ball speed was very amazing.

"Whoosh!"

Before everyone could react, the football slammed into the net. The goalkeeper only symbolically raised his hand because he didn't make any preparations in advance.

The ball went in! Five to zero! Alan Pardew: "..."

His face was extremely ugly, and he awkwardly stroked his face and turned to walk towards the coaching seat.

"OhAaahh!!" All the Arsenal people entered into a crazy mood. This time, the fans didn't throw the things in their hands into the air, but directly threw them into the field.

"He really did it!"

Mr. Wenger on the sidelines raised his hands high, his face distorted with excitement, he opened his mouth wide and shouted: "Amazing! Incredible!"

"I told you, the new era has arrived!" Philip was much shorter than Wenger, but at this moment, an astonishing potential erupted from within him, allowing him to leap onto Wenger's back.

"Maël!!"

"Congratulations!!"

"Yes! Perfect debut!"

All the Arsenal players sprinted towards Maël, some even more excited than Maël himself.

Under the spotlight, Maël kept a straight face, suppressing the trembling caused by extreme excitement, and pretended to calmly approach the Newcastle fan zone.

He put one hand to his ear and extended his index finger in front of his mouth, closing his eyes to enjoy the silence of the Newcastle fan zone at this moment.

The third time celebrating by telling them to shut up! Even the fourth time!

At this moment, tens of thousands of Newcastle United fans were completely silent, their faces extremely gloomy, but they couldn't make a sound, as if something was stuck in their throats.

They were incredibly 'obedient', really shutting their mouths, and even when Maël lifted one of his ears, he couldn't hear the slightest commotion!

Maël quickly lowered his hands, one hand carrying all the emotions accumulated in his body, trembling as he waved it forward, "Yeah!"

His voice resounded throughout the Newcastle fan zone, and was even picked up by the on-site recording equipment and transmitted to the audience in front of the TV.

A debut Hat-trick!

It was a perfect and gorgeous performance! Maël was then pounced on by his teammates, but he didn't celebrate with them for too long. Instead, he strode towards the coach's bench on the sidelines.

Looking at the tall figure in a suit and red tie, he sped all the way with a clear goal, slowing down only when he was about to reach him, generously smiling and extending his right hand, gesturing for a high-five.

"Pa!"

Standing on the sidelines, Wenger was radiant and unusually excited. He extended his right hand and gave the player, who had brought him so many surprises since his arrival, a heavy high-five.

"I will leave something behind!"

"Then let you and I work together!"

"Ka-cha ka-cha!" This scene was quickly captured by the photographers on the scene, from multiple angles, almost every frame was preserved.

Seeing the young EFL Championship Best Player land in the Premier League in this way, running against the wind with such a graceful appearance, and seeing the old gentleman, who was getting old, regain the vitality he had when he first arrived, with a light of hope bursting out in his eyes.

They firmly believed that this scene would become a classic moment in the Premier League in the future.

"Proving it in just one game! He will become the sharpest sword in Arsène Wenger's hand in the new season, along with Van Persie!"

In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun roared, offering the commentary for this moment: "Gunners! Can you hold on! How can you not have hope for him!"

The final whistle was blown shortly after this match, but this scene will be eternally etched in the minds of Arsenal fans.

ps: I've adjusted, and the updates will gradually stabilize.

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