A battle of divine goals! A goalscoring fest! Manchester United versus Arsenal's head-on clash!

Chapter 137 A Battle of Worldies! A Goal Fest! Manchester United vs. Arsenal!

The football soared across the sky above Old Trafford, tracing an exquisite arc as it descended unerringly towards the top right corner of the goal.

Szczęsny swiftly pushed off the ground, launching his body upwards, stretching to his absolute limit as he dove towards the ball, recognizing the quality of the shot.

Maël also stood in his position with slight tension, craning his neck to watch his team's goal area, hoping Szczęsny could save the shot.

"Swish!!"

But the football ultimately nestled into the back of the net. The sheer quality of the strike made it an undeniable goal.

Maël started moving, not too discouraged, jogging back towards his own half.

There's nothing to be done about that goal. No point dwelling on it. Hopefully, I can score one like that myself this game.

"Wow!!" The more than sixty thousand Manchester United fans at Old Trafford erupted into a frenzy, their cheers filling the entire stadium, even spilling out into the streets beyond.

"Haha!"

"We're in the lead!"

"What a brilliant goal!"

The Manchester United players excitedly rushed towards the goal scorer, Ashley Young quickly being mobbed by Nani and others, collapsing on the ground in laughter.

After getting up, he spread his arms wide towards the Manchester United fan section, roaring, "Ah!!"

Turning back, he clenched his fist towards Old Sir Ferguson, hoping to see a happy expression on the Old Sir's face.

"Clap clap clap!" Ferguson noticed his gaze and immediately, his face flushed, raised both hands to applaud him, chewing his gum even faster.

"The goal goes in! Ashley Young!"

In the commentary box, Zhan Jun's voice was hoarse: "A brilliant World Wave! One-nil! Manchester United leads Arsenal! A moment of individual brilliance from a star player, no one could stop that shot! Arsenal is in trouble!"

On the sidelines, Wenger watched the Manchester United players celebrating with Ferguson, a sour taste in his mouth, his brow slowly furrowing.

After the restart, Arsenal began their counterattack, pushing forward across the board, striving to gain some momentum in the attacking third.

"Bang!"

In the 26th minute, Arteta pushed the ball towards Maël's feet.

Maël knew Phil Jones was behind him, and without waiting for the ball to arrive, he stepped forward to control it.

"Thump!" Just as he secured the ball, he felt an impact on his back, causing him to stumble slightly forward.

The referee put the whistle to his mouth, ready to blow it as soon as Maël fell to the ground.

But Maël didn't choose to fall. Instead, he steadied himself and hooked the ball, heading towards the center.

I finally got a chance to control the ball, of course I want to try and make a run! "Close him down! Close him down!"

On the sidelines, Ferguson waved his hands with a stern expression, signaling his players to fall back, wary of Maël's attack.

Maël took a few steps towards the center, immediately feeling the opposing midfield and defensive lines retreating together, compressing the space, forming an encirclement to trap him.

He glanced behind the defensive line and had a bold idea.

"Bang!"

With Phil Jones closely marking him, and with two or three meters to the other defender Smalling, he resolutely chose to pass the ball between the two, towards the touchline, preparing to turn and force his way past them.

A nutmeg!

And through two players!

"Whoa!"

In the commentary box, Zhan Jun's surprised voice rang out: "A daring choice, Maël wants to go directly down the line with Speed! This might be a bit difficult!"

"Ouch!"

"Smalling is clearly closer to the ball, at this distance, it should be difficult to overtake this English defender!"

"Ah!"

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Maël turned his body and moved his feet quickly, rushing forward and colliding heavily with Phil Jones before he could react.

"Bang!" Phil Jones fell to the ground, sliding for more than a meter, nervously glancing over his shoulder at Smalling, who had already turned to give chase.

Nearby, Ferguson's throat bobbed. This was the first time he'd felt Maël's impact in person.

So strong.

He watched Smalling, hoping his player could clear the ball quickly.

"Mine!" Smalling thought he had it under control with this much distance. He slowed down slightly as he approached the ball, preparing to clear it out of bounds.

Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind behind him. He turned his head, but before he could see anything, a figure flashed past, bringing another gust of wind.

He's coming?!

His eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively reached out, not noticing that Maël had already stepped inside the penalty box line.

"Pa!"

Maël touched the ball, pushing it towards the center, then felt a force suddenly hit the side of his body, causing him to lose his balance.

He fell uncontrollably to his left, seeing the penalty box line outside his body as he fell, a feeling of excitement rising within him.

It's inside the box! Smalling gave him the chance! "Ah!!"

In an instant, a clamor erupted throughout the stadium, with all the Arsenal players looking at the referee and raising their hands in protest.

"Penalty!"

Wenger stood on the sidelines, full of anticipation. He even made a gesture of pulling out a yellow card, implying a yellow card plus a penalty.

"Referee!"

"Blow it!"

"Smalling's foul!"

Van Persie and Arteta, who were closer, immediately rushed towards the referee, their emotions running high.

Manchester United's manager, Ferguson, quickly became flustered. He reached out his right hand to the side, stopping Wenger, who was pushing forward, and then watched the referee's movements.

Whether it was the pressure from Wenger's body or the unease in his own heart, his right hand trembled slightly.

This wasn't even a good opportunity, how did they create a penalty?

"What are you doing?"

Wenger bypassed his hand and stood in front of him, suppressing his emotions as he said in confusion, "It's so obvious, are you trying to pressure the referee to not call it?!"

Ferguson didn't want to pressure the referee, nor did he reply, he just stubbornly blocked Wenger, not wanting him to influence the decision.

"What's going on?"

"What are you doing?"

A chaotic scene unfolded on the sidelines, with substitute players and assistant coaches from both sides running out, standing behind the two men, some trying to pull them apart, others clenching their fists, waiting for the situation to escalate.

Amidst the Manchester United players' horrified and guilty expressions, the referee finally put the whistle to his mouth and pointed to the penalty spot with his right hand: "Bip!!"

He then pulled a yellow card from his chest and walked towards Smalling.

"Yeah!" Arsenal fans erupted in cheers, this was basically the same as scoring a goal.

They would most likely tie the score!

Maël stood up in the penalty area, hugging his teammates and celebrating with joyful high-fives.

If Van Persie could score this penalty, bringing the two sides back to the same starting line early, the possibility of Arsenal players collapsing mentally would be minimal, and the final gap would probably not be too large.

"Well done!"

On the sidelines, Wenger and Ferguson stepped back a few meters. There was no need to argue anymore, just applaud Maël and the referee.

"Maël wins a penalty for Arsenal! A sharp breakthrough! Manchester United's defense still showed weaknesses, they are afraid of Speed!"

"Hehe..."

"This defensive group composed of Phil Jones and Smalling, ah, feels a bit careless... How could they let Maël slip past? I thought Maël was going to return possession to Manchester United, but the situation suddenly changed, creating a penalty!"

"Ah! But still, it's because the Speed was too fast... What's this called? Using individual ability to disrupt the balance between the two sides and create some flashes of inspiration."

Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu chatted, both watching the field, waiting for Van Persie's penalty kick.

"Bip!"

The referee quickly blew the whistle to allow the penalty kick. Van Persie swallowed, glanced at De Gea, and started his run-up.

"Whoo-whoo-whoo!" More than sixty thousand Manchester United fans made low and powerful booing sounds, hoping to affect his mentality and put some pressure on him.

The rest was hoping that the young player De Gea could save the ball.

Phil Jones and Smalling, two war criminals, lowered their center of gravity and stood on the edge of the penalty area, ready to go in and clear the ball at any time. They were the ones who most hoped that De Gea could perform bravely.

Maël was beside them, also ready. As soon as Van Persie took the penalty, he would rush in to seize any possible rebound opportunity.

"Bang!!"

Bearing the enormous pressure, Van Persie began his run-up. He took a few small steps, and with the last two super-long strides, he pushed the ball towards the lower-left corner of the goal.

To the delight of all Manchester United fans, goalkeeper De Gea predicted the direction to be the lower-left corner. He quickly lunged sideways, stretching his body to block the entire left side of the goal.

"Pa!" The football hit his stomach and did not shoot into the net.

"Oh!" Cheers first erupted from the stands behind De Gea, then resounded throughout the stadium. They saw De Gea block the football.

Arsenal fans were silent, many feeling a sinking sensation in their hearts.

"Beautiful!" Ferguson on the sidelines waved his right fist, his face instantly turning several shades redder, extremely excited.

Wenger stayed in place, but then raised his head again. He saw Maël rushing into the penalty area.

"Deng deng deng!"

As Van Persie was the first to react and rush towards the football, several sounds of cleats hitting the ground rang out one after another. Several Manchester United players and Arsenal players rushed into the penalty area at the first moment.

Most people ran faster than Van Persie because they started sprinting from the beginning of the penalty kick, saving a reaction time.

A second later, the cheers of the Manchester United fans stopped abruptly because the first to arrive at the ball was Maël, wearing an Arsenal away jersey.

"Ah!" The Manchester United penalty area was in chaos, someone shouted, warning those closest to Maël.

Phil Jones and Smalling, after discovering that Maël had overtaken them, lunged and slid towards the football, making a last-ditch effort.

Maël ignored them. If he were brought down at this moment, it would be a red card and a penalty.

"Bang!"

He just strode forward, and before De Gea could get up, he kicked the ball into the empty goal.

It still went in!

A rebound into the net!! The moment he saw the football smash into the net, his body quickly surged, and a raging fire ignited in his chest, prompting him to take a small hop, elegantly leap over Phil Jones and Smalling's sliding tackle, and sprint towards the sidelines.

The first goal against a Big Six team! Happened against Manchester United!

The 4th Premier League goal! There will be a new photo on the photo wall! As Manchester United fans and players alike held their heads and rolled their eyes to the sky, the Arsenal fans, who had just been silent, took the initiative at Old Trafford and erupted in cheers: "Oh!"

In just ten seconds, it was a rollercoaster of ice and fire, with both sides experiencing the twists and turns between heaven and hell!

However, in the end, heaven was left to Arsenal, and hell was left to Manchester United!

"The ball went in!!"

Zhan Jun in the broadcast room shouted his catchphrase, excitedly saying, "Maël's rebound! In an instant, the situation has changed again! The people celebrating have become Arsenal!

"Van Persie actually didn't score this penalty. His previous penalty success rate was around 85%! Fortunately, there's Maël!! "One to one! The two sides are back to the same starting line!"

On the sidelines, Ferguson, who was still celebrating just now, suddenly retracted his arm, his face flushed again, his emotions changing several times.

His situation represented the situation of the Manchester United fans behind him.

"Here it comes!"

Wenger's expression immediately turned to joy, and he ran back to the coaching seat. At this time, the surprise was always particularly exciting, "He is really God sent to save us!"

The Arsenal players also jumped up in place at the moment, and after jumping and celebrating, they ran to Maël, their expressions filled with joy.

"Beautiful!"

Arteta ran while clenching his fist and waving it, the first to catch up behind Maël.

He didn't rush to pounce because he saw that Maël had already leaped up, preparing to make a celebratory move.

"Yeah!!"

Amidst the Arsenal fans' cheers in the corner, Maël soared into the sky, his body gracefully unfolding, his legs kicking downwards, and his right fist smashing towards the highest point he could reach.

He then turned back towards his Arsenal teammates, spreading his arms wide, seeing the excitement on their faces.

"Maël!"

"Fourth goal!"

"You're going to surpass Robin!"

Five or six Arsenal players rushed to his side, swarming him in celebration before turning back to wait for Van Persie.

They knew that Van Persie would definitely come over at this moment, personally coming to thank him, because he had almost become the culprit.

Van Persie arrived quickly, his hands clasped together, wearing an expression of immense relief.

He didn't say a word, but simply knelt on one knee, pointing with both hands to the knee of the leg in front of him, signaling Maël to put his foot on it.

This was a classic celebration in the world of football: a shoe shine.

The Dutch striker wanted to use this method to express his gratitude to Maël.

Maël chuckled and placed his right foot on it without hesitation; there was no ambiguity in this.

Van Persie pretended to pull out a tissue with both hands, brushing it left and right a couple of times, then stood up and hugged Maël tightly. "Thanks, you saved the team!"

"Also, congratulations on scoring your first goal against a Big Six team... and scoring at a place like Old Trafford, it's an unforgettable experience."

"Keep chasing goals."

Maël patted him on the shoulder, knowing that he would change this game, and this goal would affect the entire Arsenal team's state.

"Beep!"

"Bang!"

After the restart, the Manchester United players looked a bit sullen, but they didn't lose their confidence.

They had scored a goal in open play, while Arsenal had done so through a penalty rebound.

Psychologically, they still had the advantage, feeling that the victory was on their side, just not as much as before.

The two sides re-entered the midfield battle phase, during which the star players of both sides constantly created opportunities with their brilliant performances.

In the 34th minute, Rooney lightly touched the bottom of the football with his right toe, lofting an over-the-top ball towards the Arsenal penalty area behind the defense, the ball falling in front of Welbeck.

"Bang!!"

Welbeck followed the ball, falling to the ground and hooking it towards the Arsenal goal.

Szczęsny made a brilliant save this time, palming the ball out of the baseline, not letting the opponent succeed.

Seven minutes later, Van Persie dropped back to support, threading a ground-level through ball into the penalty area, and Walcott sprinted forward at high speed.

He overtook Evra and eventually, under the interference of the opponent, completed a powerful shot towards the near corner.

"Clang!" This time, unfortunately, the post rejected his shot. Just a little bit more, and he could have brought Arsenal into the lead.

In the 43rd minute, Rooney, in front of the penalty area, protected the ball while waiting for his teammates to support.

Mertesacker followed him to defend, occasionally lunging forward to try to steal the ball, but Rooney was too experienced, his ball control too good, and he never gave him a chance.

"Pa!"

As he accidentally made contact with Rooney's right leg, Rooney fell to the ground, tumbling at the edge of the penalty area.

"Beep!" The referee blew his whistle, awarding Manchester United a free kick in a very good position.

Ashley Young and Rooney stood in front of the ball, with Mertesacker and other tall players forming the wall.

Maël stood outside the penalty area, waiting for a counter-attack opportunity.

Rooney's set pieces were still very threatening; England had indeed produced many set-piece specialists in recent years.

He hoped Szczęsny could save this shot, trying to go back to the locker room with a draw.

"Beep!"

As the referee blew the whistle for the free kick, Ashley Young gently tapped the football, giving it a slight forward momentum.

"Bang!!" Rooney's right foot fiercely hooked the ball, producing an astonishingly high-quality arc, bypassing the wall and heading straight for the upper right corner of the goal.

Just like Ashley Young's World Wave goal just now, still that same spot!

Szczęsny still couldn't reach the ball; the probability of a goalkeeper saving such a shot was simply too small.

He didn't save the previous one where no one was blocking his view, let alone this one with a wall obstructing his sight.

The football slammed into the area near the top corner, colliding with the intersection of the crossbar and the post, emitting a crisp sound, followed by the sound of the net rippling, "Swish!"

"Wow!!" The home Manchester United fans erupted in screams again, the stadium was ignited once more, and they instantly emerged from the shadow of conceding a goal.

Rooney came to the edge of the field, threw a series of punches, and then smiled faintly, spreading his arms to enjoy the cheers caused by him.

This was his classic celebration.

Maël watched his back, scratched his head, and walked back to his position. There was really nothing he could do.

Today, the Manchester United attacking players were in great form, with a strong ability to seize opportunities, and they could reap rewards from every threatening attack.

However, watching the opponent often blast out super World Waves, his mind also became eager.

He needed to get closer to the center, seeking more opportunities to shoot! Since they were already going at it, he would not back down either, wanting to blast a wonderful World Wave goal in this goal fest! On the sidelines, Ferguson and Wenger had now returned to the coaching seats and sat down, no longer confronting each other on the extended line of the center circle.

Sir Ferguson stood up to applaud Rooney at this moment, often embracing the coaches who came to congratulate him, revealing his two rows of teeth again.

Arsenal had talented young players, but their Manchester United also had Rooney, once crowned with the name of genius, and Rooney in his prime! Wenger had no expression on his face, turned his head to drink water, and chatted with Philip beside him.

"A Rooney at home! Happiness and well-being! Rooney has once again overtaken the score for Manchester United!! Two to one!"

"A direct free kick goal! What a wonderful game, both sides are going back and forth, creating many wonderful moments!"

Two minutes later, the last minute of the first half's regular time.

"Bang!"

Cleverley on the left intercepted Koscielny's pass, and then with an ordinary horizontal pass, pushed the ball to the center.

Rooney, who had just scored a goal, received the ball in the center, turned around and pretended to pass to Nani, who was cutting in on the wing, but secretly increased the swing of his leg.

"Bang!"

His toe lightly touched the bottom of the football, but it was not lacking in power, and a football with a violent spin suddenly lobbed towards the upper left corner of the goal, the ball Speed was not slow, and the angle was very tricky.

A lob shot!

He seemed to know that Szczęsny had a habit of standing forward, so after receiving the ball, he did not Observation, and directly lobbed the ball towards the goal! A stroke of genius! Szczęsny was stunned in place for a moment, and hurriedly retreated, but he couldn't match the Speed of the football, and the ball finally touched the upper left corner of the net.

"Oh!! Rooney!!!" The Manchester United fans had not yet recovered from the previous goal, and once again entered a new round of revelry.

Rooney spread his arms again, gliding to the edge of the field, this time he chose to slide on his knees towards the Manchester United fans.

"Oh! Mother fucker!!" Ferguson, the Manchester United coach, couldn't be so calm this time, he stood up with his hands raised high and his face flushed, spitting out the chewing gum in his mouth.

Wenger couldn't pretend to be indifferent this time either, he walked out of the coaching seat to the edge of the field, his face not looking too good.

But this goal really couldn't be blamed on the defenders, nor could it be blamed on Szczęsny, this was a goal of pure personal ability from Rooney.

On the left, Maël once again stepped towards his own half, after the second goal conceded, he had not yet received the ball, but he did not expect the third goal to come.

This Rooney really had a bit of an unstoppable trend, as expected of the early true Great English Imperial Star, a synonym for genius.

He adjusted his breathing, and excitement welled up in his heart, he had always been like this, the more he fought against stronger opponents, the more excited he became.

This was the top league, with countless top players... If he could complete his hegemony here and win the final championship, it was hard to imagine what kind of sense of accomplishment and satisfaction he would have! He had to perform in better condition, to adapt to competing with these geniuses, and to bring out his strengths.

"Here!"

In the 2nd minute of injury time, Maël received a throw-in from Gibbs on the left wing.

"Help defend!" Phil Jones shouted to his teammates while coming up to hold him off, not wanting him to turn around easily.

He wasn't too worried, lowered his center of gravity to block the opponent, constantly applying pressure backward, trying to push him away.

"Bang, bang..." After realizing it was difficult to turn around, Maël changed his strategy, stopping the ball and heading towards the center.

With a three-to-one lead, the Manchester United players all retreated to the edge of the penalty area. They wanted to stabilize the current situation and return to the locker room with this score.

Maël looked up at the opponent's dense defense and felt a slight headache, tapping the ball to Alexandre Song in the center.

"Cut off his passing lane!"

Rooney and other players who had tracked back quickly moved to block Alexandre Song, who had no choice but to pass the ball back again.

Before receiving the ball, Maël had already made his observation, noticing Manchester United midfielder Cleverley rushing towards him, and also spotting Walcott on the right wing, signaling for the ball, seemingly preparing to accelerate.

"Bang!"

Calculating the distance and his running speed, he turned to receive the ball and spun around, using the briefest of openings, and struck a curved ball towards Walcott's path.

After joining a top team, the off-ball movement of top teammates was excellent.

He was increasingly using this ability as a long pass, and the effect was very good.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Inside the penalty area, Walcott accelerated quickly, bypassing Evra in two steps, and reaching a position near the goal line.

"Perfect!" After seeing the trajectory of the ball, he loudly expressed his admiration for Maël, then glanced at the center and headed the ball towards Van Persie's head, wanting a header relay.

But the ball was headed a little off, towards the back of Van Persie, creating some trouble.

Maël's heart skipped a beat, but then he thought Van Persie should have a way, and ran towards him.

Immediately afterward, he saw Van Persie twist his waist and turn, facing away from the goal, then push off the ground with his right leg, driving his body backward in the air, his left foot then snapping back.

Bicycle kick!

"Bang!"

"Swish!"

De Gea had just lowered his center of gravity in front of the goal when he saw the ball smash into the net to his right. He opened his mouth slightly and spread his hands towards his teammates.

Three to two! Arsenal took advantage of the opportunity again, with the front three linking up to pull one back! ps: Ah, forgive me for having a bit of writer's block today, 13,300 words have been updated, should be 20,000 today.

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