Newcastle United Fans' Provocation! Keep Booing, Keep Shouting!! Wenger Falls in Love with the Hattrick!

"Hold him!"

After the restart, Newcastle's manager Alan Pardew seemed to have fallen into the same agitated mood as the crowd, his instructions unrestrained: "That's right! Sometimes you have to use fouls to stop them! Be tougher! You can let the ball go through, but not the man!"

Their attempt at a quick start had clearly failed, but this tactic had to continue. They still had to press aggressively, but now passively.

Their high-pressing attack left Arsenal with plenty of space in the back, making each Arsenal attack very threatening.

Boom, boom, boom.

In the 21st minute, Arsenal once again executed a brilliant play from the back, breaking through a wave of pressure and creating a great four-on-four counter-attack opportunity in the front.

Maël dribbled the ball towards Danny Simpson, using a Bicycle Kick feint this time, stepping over the ball twice before bursting towards the baseline.

The opponent didn't have enough defenders, and the distance between them was too great, making it difficult for anyone to provide cover for the full-back.

At this moment, a burst of Speed was the most efficient and successful choice!

"Yaah!" Danny Simpson immediately threw his body over, trying to put his full weight on Maël to slow him down.

But his small frame was no match for Maël, who didn't even exert much force, simply charging forward and knocking him over near the edge of the penalty area.

Boom!

Maël then sent in an accurate Cross, and Gervinho at the far post had a chance to head the ball in, but unfortunately, he headed it into the ground, and the goalkeeper caught it.

What a chance! He felt a bit regretful, but on the surface, he clapped his hands to encourage his teammates: "It's okay, there will be more chances!"

Six minutes later, Frimpong intercepted a direct pass from Newcastle's backfield in midfield and passed the ball to Gervinho on the right.

Gervinho dribbled the ball at high Speed towards Coloccini, successfully breaking past his opponent with a few body feints and changes of pace, before cutting inside into the penalty area and passing the ball back towards the penalty spot.

Boom! Ramsey followed up with a shot, but it was blocked by an opponent who slid in to tackle, and the ball went out of bounds.

Just a little bit more! Alan Pardew and the Newcastle fans were very frustrated watching this, constantly on edge, afraid that Arsenal would score a second goal.

We have to think of something!

In the opening game of the new season, at their home stadium, St James' Park, they couldn't stand having the opponent launch such attacks so often.

Arsenal's continuous penetrating passes were not only exploiting gaps but also slapping Alan Pardew and the fans in the face.

"Boo! Boo! Boo!" The crowd erupted in boos again, as Newcastle United fans tried to create chaos, pointing at the backs of Arsenal players and cursing their parents whenever they got the ball.

"Get him! Get him!"

Alan Pardew continued to fuel the fire from the sidelines, encouraging the Newcastle players to seek more physical contact. "The midfielders need to be tougher, your average Ball Control ability is better than theirs! Don't be like children, afraid of contact, afraid to take the initiative!"

Beep!

In the 31st minute, the team's left-back, Coloccini, kicked Gervinho down on the left, and the referee quickly blew his whistle, showing Coloccini a yellow card.

"A card for that?!"

Alan Pardew was unhappy, standing on the sidelines and yelling at the referee: "If you think the Premier League is like a children's game, go referee a women's league!"

His behavior quickly earned him a yellow card as well, which made him even more dissatisfied.

"Hey! Hey!"

He turned around and raised his hands to the Newcastle United fans in the stands, signaling them to boo louder, to put pressure on the referee and the opposing players and coaches.

"Break his legs!"

"Alexandre Song, go back to Cameroon! Black people should go back to doing hard labor!"

"Wenger out!"

The Newcastle United fans cooperated well with him, as they desperately needed this kind of opportunity to vent their anger together.

Everyone was holding onto their dissatisfaction, just waiting to find someone to unleash it on!

From the Arsenal coaching bench, several assistant coaches couldn't help but stand up and denounce Alan Pardew and the Newcastle fans' behavior.

Alan Pardew chose to ignore them, still encouraging the fans, occasionally turning back to make 'friendly' synchronized interactions with the fans in the stands.

"What are you doing?" Wenger approached at this moment, walking towards the Newcastle coaching area. "Do you have any semblance of being a coach?"

"You're interfering too much, this isn't London, this isn't the Emirates Stadium!" Alan Pardew didn't back down, the two of them closing to within about 10 meters of each other, angrily confronting each other from a distance.

"Bang!" Just then, someone on the field couldn't take it anymore. Alexandre Song, who was dribbling the ball, kicked it hard towards the advertising boards, expressing his dissatisfaction by interrupting the game.

He heard Newcastle's extremist fans shouting racial slurs at him.

That was unacceptable! The Arsenal players on the field quickly ran towards him, embracing him and comforting him, afraid that he would do something more radical out of impulse.

The Newcastle players who passed by were expressionless, but a smell of gunpowder was already spreading on the field.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you want to try me?!"

Before that was over, Gervinho, who ran over from the other side, started arguing with the opponent's midfielder Barton near the center circle. The two pushed and shoved each other, with a tendency for the situation to escalate.

Maël stood next to Alexandre Song, comforting him. Seeing Gervinho clashing with the opponent, he rushed over to support, trying to drive away the Newcastle players.

Before he could reach them, he saw Barton and Gervinho both reaching out to grab each other's necks. After letting go, they tangled together, both trying to throw the other to the ground.

"Beep beep beep!"

The referee was soon busy. They had actually prepared themselves mentally for this. The opening game was definitely going to be more difficult to officiate than usual games.

"Yellow card! Yellow card!" He showed a yellow card to both Barton and Alexandre Song, standing between them waiting for their teammates to pull them apart.

"Boo! Boo! Boo!" The stadium became increasingly noisy. The Newcastle United fans were still disrupting the scene with boos and whistles. They could no longer watch the game in peace.

From this moment on, the game became trivial, and the attention of both sides seemed to be drawn away.

In the 36th minute of the game, it was Newcastle United's turn. Their defender Steven Taylor launched a long pass.

"Bang!"

Center forward Ameobi headed the ball, flicking it towards Demba Ba, who was standing in an open space on the right.

Demba Ba was very agile. After controlling the ball and swaying left and right a few times, he tore a gap in the Arsenal defense, dribbling into the penalty area! He then completed a shot, and the ball hit Szczęsny and bounced back into the penalty area, not flying far.

Vermaelen and the opponent's midfielder Barton competed for the second ball. Fortunately, he was a little faster, taking the lead and shoveling the ball out of bounds.

Crisis averted!

Vermaelen breathed a sigh of relief and ran back to his center-back position, waiting for the opponent to throw the ball in.

Unexpectedly, Gervinho, who was also making his official debut for Arsenal today, had such a fiery temper, and in the blink of an eye, he was entangled with Barton again, with whom he had just made an enemy.

The two teams rushed up to pull the two out of their entangled state. During the pulling process, others quickly started arguing again.

"Last warning!" The referee came to Barton and Gervinho, his tone very serious: "One more time, and both of you will be sent off with a straight red card!"

This farce suspended the game for another minute or so, until nearly the 40th minute when the Newcastle full-back threw the ball in.

In the 44th minute of the match, Ramsey took a corner kick for Arsenal, and the ball was headed out of the penalty area by a Newcastle player in the middle.

At the second point, Newcastle striker Demba Ba got the ball. Their entire team quickly rushed out of the penalty area, making a counter-attack posture towards the Arsenal half.

"Charge! Charge!"

"Everyone push up!"

Someone excitedly directed, seemingly seeing the hope of scoring a goal.

As a result, just as the ball crossed the halfway line, Arsenal center-back Koscielny made an exaggerated sliding tackle, scaring Demba Ba into taking a small step back, giving up possession!

Re-intercept!

"Counter-attack in a counter-attack!"

In the commentary box, Zhan Jun roared: "Wenger once said that his favorite way to attack is like this, because it can maximize the 'speed' advantage in their passing and cutting philosophy!

"Let's take a look at the handling of the ball in the backcourt, guiding the ball to the left! Still looking for Maël!"

On the field, Maël once again gained possession and dribbled towards the opponent's half. This time, he did not choose to go to the baseline, but firmly cut inside.

In an attack where there is still some distance from the goal, choosing the closest route is definitely the most reasonable.

The middle means a greater threat! "Bang!" He also immediately spotted the loophole in the opponent's defense, swinging his ankle and passing a ground-hugging through ball, which instantly darted to the back of the opponent's defense.

Van Persie flashed out of the opponent's defense like a ghost, and after touching the ball, he lifted it forward, forming a one-on-one opportunity.

"Oh!" The Arsenal away fans behind the goal stood up again, exclaiming for this wonderful pass, warming up for the goal that might be coming soon.

The home team fans at St James' Park had been booing for quite a while, and now it was time to hear their response!

"Thump, thump, thump!"

After passing the ball, Maël didn't stay put; instead, he sprinted towards the opponent's goal with a strong desire to attack.

He desperately wanted to smash the ball into the opponent's goal again and celebrate by telling their fans to shut up! The boos and insults had been going on for almost an entire half, and he was truly annoyed, hoping to silence them forever.

"Bang!!"

As he reached the edge of the penalty area, Van Persie happened to rush near the penalty spot, taking the ball a short distance before unleashing a push shot! "Thwack!" The goalkeeper did a split at lightning speed, expanding his defensive range to the maximum. The ball actually hit his leg and bounced back near the six-yard box.

Not in!

"Ah!" The expectant Arsenal fans let out a collective sigh of disbelief. Some slumped back into their seats in frustration, while others remained standing, waiting for a second attack.

"Oh," the home team fans at St James' Park raised their eyebrows in relief, and a cheer quickly erupted, only to vanish just as quickly... as if they had seen something.

On the edge of the six-yard box, Van Persie's eyes widened in surprise before he quickly reacted and moved forward to control the second ball.

He could feel the goalkeeper pressing against his back, and attempting to turn and shoot would either be blocked or directly intercepted.

So, he simply flicked the ball blindly towards the area behind the goalkeeper, hoping someone would follow up.

"Bang!!" His toe made contact with the bottom of the ball, scooping it up and sending it spinning downwards towards the center of the penalty area.

Van Persie looked on expectantly after releasing the ball and immediately saw a teammate wearing the number 11 jersey appearing near the goal line.

"Maël?" He stared wide-eyed, having entered the penalty area after receiving a through ball from Maël. But now, just after he took the shot, Maël had already rushed over?

His speed was needless to say, but more importantly... he had anticipated the possibility of a rebound or a second attack and had started his run early! "Bang!!" At the far post, Maël's forehead connected with the ball, smashing it into the almost unguarded goal. "Swish!!"

He had been waiting for just such an opportunity! A brace!

His second Premier League goal! "Wow!!" The sound finally exploded from the Arsenal away fans in the stadium. No one sat back down; everyone stood up, cheering and throwing the small objects in their hands into the air once more.

"It's him again!"

"2 goals in his debut!"

"We'll be talking about this forever!"

"Here he comes!"

Maël watched the ball hit the back of the net and, surrounded by the cheers of the fans, grinned and ran towards the fan section again.

His body seemed to contain an inexhaustible amount of energy. He threw his body forward, first performing a cartwheel to stretch, then using the momentum to launch into a backflip, drawing a beautiful circle in the air before landing.

With his Coordination having increased, performing such a celebration wasn't difficult for him.

"Wow!!" The cheers from the Arsenal fan section rose another level. Sometimes, seeing such a delightful celebration after a goal was also very inspiring.

Maël's celebration wasn't over yet. He took a few quick steps to build momentum, then charged a few steps towards the fan section, leaping up and waving his right fist. "Ooh!"

Under the immense pressure from the home team fans, he had scored another goal in this stadium, extending their lead! "Oh yeah!"

Maël soon felt someone jump on his back, and countless arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him back and forth.

His teammates had come up... they were also incredibly excited, celebrating wildly towards the fan section.

"Maël!"

Van Persie reached out and slapped hands with Maël, shaking his head and saying, "I was waiting for your assist, but it didn't come. Instead, I gave you an assist first."

"Don't blame me for that." Maël smiled and shook his head, pointing to the penalty area and saying, "If you had just scored that ball directly, there wouldn't have been anything for me to do."

Van Persie shrugged helplessly, but it was clear that he was quite happy to have provided an assist.

He stepped forward and hugged Maël tightly, facing the Arsenal fans in the stands that he knew so well, raising his left hand and pointing to Maël, as if introducing a rising star to old friends.

After the celebration, Maël looked at the silent Magpies Army stands and the incredibly quiet Newcastle coaching staff, thinking that his goal had finally been achieved, at least for a short time.

He didn't let them off the hook. Everyone had seen how they had insulted them earlier!

"Shhh" Maël turned towards the stands where the loudest insults had come from and made the "shut up" and dismissive shaking head gestures again, even including the Newcastle coaching staff, causing another stir in the stadium.

Keep booing, keep shouting!

At the edge of the field, near the Arsenal coaching staff.

"Oh!"

Wenger had been deeply enjoying the offensive changes Maël brought to Arsenal, already incredibly delighted, and now he was stimulated once again.

Another one! Two-nil! "Yes! Yes!" Philip and the others rushed out of their seats for the second time, embracing him in celebration.

What he was saying, of course, was that this game was likely in the bag, they were likely to get the 3 points.

This would be a winning start!

"He's amazing!" Wenger nodded, this time not waiting too long. Taking advantage of the fiery atmosphere, he strode towards the opposing team's bench.

"Oh! Oh! Yeah!" He threw three punches in the direction of Alan Pardew, not feeling it was an overreaction. They had been mocked for a long time on the road.

Now that they had scored, how could he not include the opponent in the celebration? As these three punches were thrown, Wenger could feel something that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time dissipate with each roar, and his state changed significantly.

Invigorating!

Enlightening!

Full of hope!

"He won't…" Remembering something, he turned to Philip and smiled, "Is he likely to aim for a hat-trick on his debut?"

Philip thought for a moment, then turned his head with a look of shock. "It's possible!"

"Another goal!!"

In the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun's voice reached its highest pitch, making the viewing fans feel as if they were there: "Maël's header! Extends Arsenal's lead to two-nil! What an amazing young player, he perfectly meets the expectations of Arsenal fans! Let's wait and see what the new season holds! Wow... we can see that both Maël and Wenger's celebrations are quite pointed, not only do they have opinions about the home fans, but also about the opposing coaching staff!"

"The atmosphere on the field is very tense, and the appearance of this goal is crucial! It greatly weakens the morale of the home team, but makes the will of the away team indestructible! Let's take another look at the replay, this is a threatening attack launched by Maël himself with a through ball, but unexpectedly, he was the one who scored in the end! Haha... Alan Pardew's face doesn't look too good, which is normal, let's see if they can come up with some changes!"

ps: I haven't adjusted my schedule yet, today might just be 16k, I'm adjusting with a stupid method, staying up all day without sleep.

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