Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 217: Verify the 'truth'! Joe Hart's tragic song! The first step of expansion! Defeat the Three Lions!
"The game has started! Dear viewers, you are now watching the focus match of the first round of the 12 European Cup Group D group stage!

"The England team in white jerseys is attacking from the right side of the screen to the left, while the French team is attacking from left to right!"

In the broadcast footage, Gerrard received the ball in the backcourt, turned around and kicked it to Lescott.

The French players slowly pressed across the half court, stopped in the middle area and stopped pressing forward, as they were ready to give up possession of the ball.

The England players obviously knew this, but the problem was that they were not good at creating opportunities through passing and controlling the ball. They were only good at counterattacks and quick attacks, so they could only slow down the pace and lure the French players forward.

The two teams were wearing down each other's patience. It seemed that if there were no unexpected situations, it would be difficult to speed up the pace at the beginning.

While they were testing the waters, the camera focused on the coaching area on the sidelines.

Deschamps shook hands and hugged England coach Pearce, and talked for a few words with a smile. After turning around, he put away his smiles and his expressions gradually became solemn.

“This game is extremely crucial for both coaches, as it is their first match as the head coaches of both teams!

"We all know that it is not easy to be the head coach of these two teams. They are both prone to turmoil and pressure from public opinion!

"While ensuring the team's performance, they must also have a strong heart to stay in this position longer!"

"."

The camera turned again to capture the stadium stands, first giving shots to the wives of England and France, which caused cheers in the stadium.

Immediately afterwards, Arsenal manager Wenger and his family, and Manchester United manager Ferguson and his family all appeared clapping their hands.

The two teams they lead have national team players who are currently playing against these two teams, so they will definitely attend such occasions.

"Bang!!"

When the camera turned back, Gerrard completed a long shot in front of the top of the French team's penalty area, but it was a bit forced and the ball was easily blocked by Mexes out of the bottom line.

Corner kick!

Maher ran back to his own half, creating space for a possible counterattack and also providing an additional passing point for his teammates after they scored the second penalty.

"Oh!"

In the corner area, Gerrard made another cross, but Koscielny cleared the ball out of the penalty area at the front post.

Unfortunately, the second penalty was taken by Milner, who passed it back to left-back Ashley Cole. It looked like they were going to keep control of the ball and reorganize the attack.

Ashley Cole took a look at the penalty area and chose to slow down the tempo again, pulling the ball and passing it back to center back Terry.

They don't want to play a tight defense, so in this case, they should lure the French team out first.

"Oh!"

Ashley Cole was still observing the French team's formation after passing the ball when he suddenly heard a shout.

Turning around, he saw Benzema appearing on the passing line, intercepting his pass, and dribbling towards their penalty area.

Not delivered!
Danger!

The French team is about to fight back!
"Boom!"

He quickly lowered his head and rushed back, and the players of the England and France teams also lowered their heads and ran towards their penalty areas. Dozens of strong legs stirred together, bursting out with vigorous power.

In the midfield, Maher turned around and joined the attack, running faster than other players.

This is a great opportunity. The opponent only has three defensive players in the backcourt. As long as Benzema passes the ball, he will most likely be able to break through one-on-one or one-on-two and complete a shot!
In such a fast-paced and competitive game, the opportunity to shoot is absolutely precious!

As strong as Cristiano Ronaldo is, he only had two chances to shoot in yesterday's game, and neither of them was a great opportunity.

His club teammate Van Persie was restricted throughout the entire game in the Netherlands VS Denmark, and only had one turn and shot, which failed to hit the goal.

Although Maher now has the truth in his hands and has the chance to directly hit the goal within 45 meters, and his shooting success rate in front of the penalty area arc is not much lower than that in the penalty area, but without the chance to shoot, it is all in vain.

"Benzema! Both sides are empty, Nasri and Mahre are asking for the ball!

"He continued to move forward and shoot. Ah! Before he could kick the ball, Gerrard had already caught up and blocked his shooting line!
"He slowed down and opened his body to pass the ball! But the best chance had been missed. All eight England players came back to form a tight defensive group!"

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"Oh!"

Benzema passed the ball to the area where Mahel was, which was a somewhat helpless pass.

He was helpless in passing the ball, and Maher was even more helpless in receiving it. As soon as he received the ball, four people rushed over to him and blocked all the passing points.

“Bang!!”

Maher could only use his body to block the opponent's full-back Glen Johnson, and then he used a bulldozer method to protect the ball and sent a cross.

It was just the beginning of the game and he had not yet fully adapted to the rhythm. He could not directly choose to use extremely risky fancy moves and dribbling to break through. It was better for him to first choose some ways that could create threats safely.

Otherwise, if we lose the ball, it would be bad if England could launch a quick counterattack and take the lead.

"Bang!" Gerrard shoveled the ball out of the baseline and gave the French team a corner kick.

Maher shook his head regretfully and looked at Benzema, wanting to communicate with him, hoping that he would pass the ball earlier next time, but in order not to destroy the team's enthusiasm at the beginning of the game, he did not say anything.

Replaying this attack, he understood one thing: this was not at Arsenal, nor in the Premier League, nor in the friendly match a few days ago.

The teammates are all main players who have returned from top teams. They all have the desire to prove themselves worth more in this field, and sometimes they play a little more independently.

He is unable to receive the pass from his teammates every time he is in a better position, especially when his teammates have fought for the opportunity themselves, especially when this teammate is Real Madrid star Benzema.

At least, it's impossible now!

Maher walked to the center of the penalty area and stood, waiting for the corner kick from Nasri, and slowly adjusted his mentality.

It doesn’t matter, this is the first crucial battle in the new environment.

As long as we can show our strength on this field and truly reveal our strong desire to carry the French team forward, I believe everything will slowly change!
Since club data and friendly match performances cannot fully convince these superstar teammates, let the European Cup convince them completely!

"Bang!!"

Nasri raised his hand and sent a corner kick to the middle position.

Maher judged the path of the ball and guessed that Welbeck in front of him might be able to clear the ball, but he still jumped up to take advantage of the opponent's possibility of making a mistake.

After jumping up, he saw that Welbeck was afraid that he would not be able to head the ball in the air due to insufficient core strength, so he stretched his neck hard to reach the point further forward, but ended up making things worse and missed the target.

opportunity!

"Bang!!"

Maher's expression changed, his body bent into a bow shape, and then he burst out with all his strength and headed towards the goal.

"Oh oh!" Amid the surprise of fans from both sides, the football flew to the upper right corner of the net. The angle was not tricky, but the power was extremely good.

"Bang!!" Joe Hart made a magical dive at the critical moment, knocked the ball away with one palm, and it fell to the baseline.

Maher had no time to feel regretful after landing. He saw Benzema rushing towards the second landing point, so he rushed to the open space to prepare for the second shot.

"Bang!" Benzema headed the ball back into the penalty area, but Lescott had already predicted the path of the ball and kicked the ball out of the penalty area midway, eliminating the threat.

Maher glanced at Benzema, then, together with several other teammates, held his head and started to chase back.

This opportunity came and went suddenly. Until the attack was completely over, many people slowly recalled how close they were to the lead.

"France was a bit unlucky! Maher did everything he could in this attack!
"He first controlled the ball under double-teaming, sent a cross to create a corner kick, and then he created a threat himself!
“Judging from the opening few minutes, he is in good shape, and it depends on whether he can take advantage of this momentum to take the lead!
"Because there are too many stars in good form in the European Cup, and football is a sport where one thing rises while the other falls. If you can't take the lead when you should, then you may fall behind!"

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On the sidelines, Deschamps curled his lips and shook his head helplessly, his face turned red due to his fluctuating emotions. Judging from the sweat on his temples, he must be extremely nervous.

This Basque man, who had his hair done today and dressed elegantly, was extremely eager for goals and victory.

In a trance, he glanced at the VIP stands. Although he couldn't see anything, he knew that there must be an old man there watching him, telling him to calm down and believe Maher.

Deschamps felt a little relieved and told himself that this was just a game, nothing compared to his life and coaching career.

In the commentary booth inside the stadium, densely packed equipment is displayed, and hundreds of commentators from various countries and radio stations are speaking with headphones on.

In the commentary of British Sky Sports, Henry and Lineker served as guest commentators to explain the game.

Today they are more than just commentators, but have their own stances.

As the top scorer in French team history, Henry naturally represents France, and the commentary will be biased towards France; the same goes for Lineker. Although he seems to be slacking off every day, he is actually the second top scorer in England's history.

"Okay, Henry, England has been in control of the ball for a while now. Do you think France is in danger?"

Lineker smiled happily and teased Henry next to him, "I think you are not far from losing the ball. The French team can't always rely on defense to find offensive opportunities.

"You know, during Blanco's time, you were a team that was good at possession.

"After Deschamps took office, he changed the tactics with thunderous means, which seemed to enhance the offensive efficiency, but it was OK against weak teams but it was a bit weak on the real battlefield."

"Haha." Henry laughed heartily a few times and shook his head, "Only about 30 minutes have passed. It's a bit too arbitrary to say this. Let's see what happens next.

"I think England had too much ineffective possession and the more threatening attack came from France."

Lineker shook his head, but the smile on his face remained. He had great confidence in his team.

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"Bang!!"

On the field, Gerrard helped England to send a free kick on the right side, and the ball flew quickly towards the French team's small penalty area.

The ball was very penetrating, hitting the spot where Lori was afraid to attack and the French defenders had trouble getting it right.

Threatening pass!

Manchester City defender Lescott jumped up from the ground and jumped into the flight path of the football in advance, waiting for the football to come. Many English fans stood up in advance seeing his determined look.

"Oh!"

But Maher, who was running back from the front position, was not going to give him this chance. He jumped up with all his strength and headed the ball back, but it went out of the baseline, ruining this excellent opportunity.

"Pa, pa, pa!" Amid Lescott's frustrated look, the whole audience burst into loud applause.

The quality of the corner kick was not as high as before, as Koscielny headed the ball out of Malouda's control area.

Malouda felt the pressure immediately after stopping the ball and turning around. Although he was an experienced veteran, he seemed a little flustered at this time.

"Oh!"

After hesitating for a moment, he could only try to send a bouncing through ball to Nasri.

"Snap!" The ball really went in. England's left-back and former Arsenal player Ashley Cole was old and afraid that he could not catch up with Nasri, so he slid rashly but missed the ball.

The opportunity has come again!
"This is the European Cup. Sometimes the opponent's defense may seem impregnable because of their strong will, but sometimes they may give us some unexpected opportunities because of excessive tension!

“Whoever can keep his brain highly focused at this time can adjust and react as quickly as possible in the face of constant changes.

“Then he has the chance to take advantage of that opportunity and turn it into a goal!
"Of course, it is difficult to do this in a competition with a group of top players. Generally speaking, such people will have a title, that is, the best!"

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On the right side, Nasri dribbled the ball while observing the situation in the penalty area. After seeing three players surrounding Mahel, he locked his eyes on Benzema.

"Oh!"

He wrapped the football with his right foot, made a beautiful arc, and hit it in front of Benzema.

Benzema passed the opponent's defender and shoveled the ball out, competing with goalkeeper Joe Hart for the landing point.

"Bang!" Joe Hart was one step faster and punched the ball out of the penalty area.

Nasri hugged his head again, and Benzema lay in the penalty area for two seconds, shouting unwillingly before getting up.

Although the ball was taken by Kabaye at the second point, their chances of organizing a second attack were very slim, and the opponent's 8-man defensive team was in position again.

"Boom."

Kabaye looked around and had to kick the ball to Mahel on the wing.

Before Maher received the ball, he saw Glen Johnson's foot hooking towards him. He did not stop where he was. Instead, he dodged and rushed forward to meet the ball and dribbled it towards the middle.

"Swish!" Gerrard, who was chasing after him, tackled him decisively, trying to knock him down here.

Less than a half had passed, and they should still have plenty of energy, so they didn't want to give him the opportunity to get to the middle easily.

"Pah. Bang.!"

Maher was very determined this time. He flicked the ball inward with his right foot, quickly pulled the ball back with his left foot, then picked up the ball with the outside of his right foot and jumped up to avoid Gerrard's pressing.

Fancy moves!

"Oh!" The exclamations of the fans rang out in the stands. Since the styles of both teams were similar and neither side was willing to use high-pressure pressing and aggressive tactics, the first half was very boring and many people were almost asleep.

Now when I see Maher’s operation, I will naturally be enlightened and feel something beyond my expectations.

Hearing their voices, Maher's eyes became more determined. After stopping the flying ball, he rushed directly to the middle and chose to slow down in an area about 33 meters away from the goal.

After adapting in the first 20 minutes, the opponent intensified their defense on him in the next 10 minutes, which made it difficult for him to receive the ball, make moves or shoot.

But this time, the opponent attacked too fiercely and his chance came!
He knew before the game that he had the truth at his feet, but this truth had never been verified against Joe Hart's goal.

Give it a kick!
"Bang" he took a small step forward and to the side, and did not dribble the ball towards the crowded area, but prepared to fire on the spot.

In the frontcourt, Nasri and Cabaye on the side thought that Mahel was faking a shot and continuing to advance, so they raised their hands and rushed towards the England penalty area.

Only Benzema and the England players in front saw the desire for the goal flashing in Maher's eyes.

He is going to fight!

"Block!!"

"suffer!!"

Screams rang out at the front of the penalty area, and several England players rushed towards Maher without even caring about the people behind them.

In the England coaching bench on the side of everyone, head coach Pearce was about to walk to his seat to drink water. When he heard the sound, he looked back, but when he saw the distance, he didn't pay much attention to it.

It was not until he turned around and saw the uncontrollable panic in Gilbert's eyes that he completely faced the goal. It was also at this moment that he saw Deschamps standing on tiptoe beside him out of the corner of his eye.

"Bang!!!"

Maher's body stretched out as usual, and he pulled the football under his feet as usual, as if everything was the same as before, and yet, everything seemed different from before.

I don’t know if it was an illusion from the perspective of the bystanders, but people felt that Maher’s shot was much smoother this time, as if the shot was easy and he didn’t use much strength at all.

But seeing his body shaking violently at the moment before the shot, and hearing the sound of it touching the ball, how could he not have exerted much strength?

As a piece of grass with a diameter of more than 20 centimeters flew up, the football suddenly took off from the ground, pierced through the air and hit the upper left corner of the goal, just like a real Tomahawk missile!
"Shh!"

In fact, no one could see the flight trajectory of the football. In just a moment, the football hit the blind spot in the upper left corner of the goal. What they saw more was the piece of grass where the football could not land even after entering the net.

"Hit!" Joe Hart wanted to shout to cheer himself up and then counterattack, but he lowered his center of gravity and the ball hit the net behind him.

He was not sure at first, or was hoping for a lucky break, but as he heard the net shaking violently and Maher's body suddenly seemed to be injected with adrenaline, he accelerated and ran towards the sidelines, he had to believe it.

The ball went in!
One to zero!

France is leading!
"Yeahhhh!!!" In the Warsaw National Stadium, more than 30,000 French fans shouted hysterically. They were no longer sleepy, as if they had seen a winning goal.

"Ciel!!"

In the stands, Wenger's eyes widened. He didn't bother to hug his wife and daughter. He just raised his hands and shouted over and over again: "Ciel! Ciel!! Mon Dieu!"

What kind of ball is this?!
From 30 meters away, he kicked the ball and the goalkeeper didn't react!

As a person who has devoted almost his entire life to football, he has seen countless long-distance shots, but he is sure that he has never seen a shot with this speed!
What is this? Is it Maher's tribute to his first European Cup?

"Ahhhaaa!"

In the wives' area of ​​the French team, Isabella screamed instantly when she saw Mahel score a long-range goal, not caring about controlling her expression at all, and her face and neck turned red instantly.

The excitement would have been even greater if she had not been English.

She loved football before she knew Maher and was willing to give all her passion for her favorite team, not to mention dating one of the top five or even top three athletes in the world today.

Isabella assured that no one could understand how she felt at the moment.

Because no one can see her boyfriend score the first goal in the England-France match and ignite the whole stadium in such a beloved sport and in such a super tournament!

"Isabella!"

"my God!"

"He is simply speechless!"

The other wives of the French team also lost control of their expressions and jumped around wildly. After celebrating, they ran towards Isabella and celebrated with her. Many of them even gave her kisses on the cheek.

They looked at Isabella with more envy, and many of them imagined how great it would be if their boyfriends or husbands scored such a goal first.

Unfortunately, other than trying to put themselves in Isabella's shoes, they couldn't truly experience that intoxicating feeling.

"Oh là là!!"

In the French team's coaching booth, a group of substitute players and assistant coaches jumped up from their seats and celebrated wildly on the spot.

Between their intertwined figures, there was a Basque man with his teeth clenched and his head held high.

He made no sound, as if he was unable to speak, or as if he wanted to act profound at this moment.

But from his wildly trembling cheeks, people could still understand how excited he was.

Deschamps stood there with his hands behind his back, his eyes slowly becoming blurred. After realizing that he had failed to control his emotions, he turned and walked towards the bench to drink water and calm himself down.

"This ball goes in! Wow! This is a world-class shot! A shot from the sky!"

In the commentary booth, commentators from various countries were talking rapidly. Many of them stood up or held their heads like the fans. "Mael woke up the sleeping French team like an angel! He changed the dullness of the game! !
"One to zero! France is leading England! They should keep this score until the end of the first half!

"It was so sudden, the ball fired suddenly and the goal was scored suddenly! Let's take a look again! The speed of this ball is too fast, no one can catch it, no one!!"

In the Sky Sports commentary booth, the faint smile on Lineker's face froze. He held his forehead with one hand and could not utter a word.

Henry's expression was also frozen. After a long pause, he spoke in shock, "What just flew over? France is leading like this? Oh oh!"

While he was speaking, his hands were not idle. He quickly imported the shooting footage into the high-tech equipment equipped by the radio station and started to make calculations.

234.4km/h!

An astonishing number instantly emerged: this is the speed of the ball in this shot!
As a top shooter, Henry was very sensitive to this number. He immediately opened his mouth slightly, took a deep breath, and then said, "234.4 km! This means that the football flew into the net in less than 30 seconds from 0.5 meters away!
"There was a reason for Joe Hart's sighing as he watched the ball go by. He certainly didn't expect that at this distance, he would only have so much time to react and save the ball!" Is this the best record in the world?

"I'm not sure, but I just can't understand how this could be scored by an 18-year-old player?!"

He talked so much that he even forgot to breathe until his last breath was gone, and then continued: "I don't know much about physics or mechanics, but I can tell you how amazing it is from a football perspective.

"If I remember correctly, a shot with a speed of over 200km/h is something that is rarely seen in recent years!
"And usually this kind of ball is a volley shot in response to a clearance or a cross. It's like the ball already has a momentum, and then it adds another momentum!
“No one can kick a ball like this from the spot, and even if there is, it’s either because of the problem with the ball or the wind speed on that day!

“But today in Warsaw, Poland, it’s almost windless!”

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In such shock, he even forgot to mock the 'opposing' commentator Lineker, and just talked a lot to himself.

On the field, Maher laughed excitedly, spread his arms, shook his head and hair, and rushed towards the corner flag area on the sidelines, like a monster going to eat people.

Of course, his delicate appearance will not give people the same feeling as Haaland, no matter how crazy he is.

The first goal of the European Cup is here!

This is also the first goal of the lv5 skill!
Maher could feel how crazy the situation was in many places in the venue at the moment. This also catalyzed his emotions, making his brain seem to have entered a fairyland at this moment, feeling extremely refreshed, but his body was extremely hot.

He verified the truth and the power of the lv5 skill on the field!

If level 4 long-range shooting allows him to score around 30 goals in 8 high-level matches, then level 5 long-range shooting will definitely allow him to score more than 16 goals!
In the future, if his abilities in other aspects improve and he gets more shooting opportunities, it may be possible for him to score 25+ goals in a single season just by using simple and crude heavy artillery!

Apart from preventing him from shooting, or interfering with him to prevent him from playing at the highest quality, or predicting the landing point in advance and saving the ball early, or praying that he makes a mistake, is there any other way to defend against this kind of ball?
there is none left!
Although it is a long shot, it is better than a penalty kick!

"Vamos!!" Maher roared and threw his body out, sliding on his knees passionately on the field. No matter when, sliding on your knees to celebrate is always timeless.

This is his beginning in this field. From today on, he will officially challenge all powerful enemies with goals and level 5 long shots!
After standing up, he turned around and saw Sagna running at full speed, Nasri and Benzema covering their mouths with their hands at the far end, and the England players who were stunned.

"I knew you lied to me!"

Sania came over, jumped on him and exclaimed: "That day I asked you if you had made any progress, and you said a little bit, but is this just a little bit?!

"Fark! The long-range shot master Gerrard is standing right there, but even if he is allowed to shoot a hundred times without interference, he can't shoot a shot of this quality!"

“Don’t cue others.” Maher put him down, high-fived him and smiled, “Are you ready for the new song?”

"Already prepared."

Sagna smiled and nodded, "If we win this game, I will sing in the locker room after the game."

"Okay."

Maher was about to turn around and walk towards his own half to greet other teammates who came to celebrate. After two steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned around to face the stands, and did the clown dance to celebrate.

"Folala!!"

He satisfied the little girl who had hoped he would score a goal before the game, and he knew that someone somewhere in the stands must be rejoicing.

“Amazing goal!”

After turning around, Nasri was already in front of him and stretched out his hand to him, "We may win the first battle, and defeat the strongest opponent in the group!"

Maher high-fived him, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Isn't this inevitable? Okay, don't relax. There's still a long time to go. You must hold on and relieve the pressure on the defense through offense."

Nasri nodded and turned to run away. Although they have reconciled their past grudges, it may only be limited to this tournament, and it is not convenient to get too close in front of the camera.

Koscielny, Cabaye and other players came up next, and they all congratulated Maher and expressed their admiration for him.

Maher was very satisfied. He looked up at the Polish national football team and felt happy when he thought about being in the European Cup and celebrating a goal, which is one of the highest honors for a shooter.

"Hi!" On the way back, Benzema also leaned next to him and said with a smile: "Although you stole our 100% legend, someone also told me that if you don't join Real Madrid, don't get too close to you.
When Maher heard this, his expression froze. He didn't expect Benzema to choose such an opening remark.

Can you say that?
He glanced at Benzema and suddenly understood why he was later expelled from the national team. Sometimes he just couldn't figure things out.

"But it was a beautiful goal. Scoring a goal like this is something I'd always wanted to do."

Benz came over immediately and high-fived Maher, "I hope we can win and go further."

Maher nodded, and when he came to his seat, the smile on his face had not yet faded, and he clenched his fist and waved to the fans beside him.

"Aaaahh!" Many people cheered at him, which made the French fans in the stadium boil again.

"Beep!"

After the game started again, the French team charged forward for a few minutes with the momentum of the goal, then retreated and adopted a tactic of not wanting to control the ball.

In the England coaching booth, coach Pierce sat there with a depressed and anxious look on his face. After sitting for a while, he turned his head and looked at Gilbert, "Boy, did you know he had this kick?"

"I" Gilbert was silent, he didn't know whether to say yes or no.

In fact, he often saw Maher abuse goalkeepers like this in the Championship. Later, when he entered the Premier League, he thought the opponent would restrain himself, but he did not expect that he was still the same.

What is even more unexpected is that the opponent also achieved the same effect, or even better effect, in the European Cup where the pace is faster and opportunities are more difficult to get!

The intensity is changing, the level of defenders and goalkeepers is changing, preparation time is shortening, and route options are decreasing, so why does Maher's cannon remain the same?
Well, he had to admit that Maher had changed, and that was that his shooting accuracy and power had improved.

But if you think about this from an ordinary person's perspective, it is really hard to understand. Every time you feel that he has reached his limit, he can still bring stronger operations.

Could it be that he is really as unique as he says?

"Gilbert?"

Pierce's voice rang out, and Gilbert woke up as if from a dream. He realized that the other party had been calling him, but his mind was at a loss. "Huh?"

"You are the most familiar with him, so you will be the one to go up in the second half and stick to him!"

Pierce glanced at the court, then fixed his eyes on Gilbert, "Can you do this?"

Gilbert's expression showed eagerness. He wanted to say that he could give it a try, but after thinking for a while, he said firmly: "Yes!"

"it is good!"

Not long after, the first half of the England-France battle ended. The process was far from exciting, but rather lackluster. Except for Maher's long-range shot, the two sides spent the rest of the time in a stalemate.

For people working in the football industry, this kind of game may be interesting, but for fans, it is boring.

But no matter what, everyone has witnessed history.

A super striker who came from the second-tier league, after achieving success in the top league, has now scored his first European Cup goal.

It seems that he is about to extend his expansion tentacles to the intercontinental arena!

After the break, players from both sides returned to the court and prepared to start the second half.

"Beep!" The substitution whistle sounded, Tottenham midfielder Scott Parker was replaced, and Gilbert, wearing the No. 18 jersey, made his national team debut.

After high-fiving Parker, he touched the turf, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and then stepped onto the court with his right foot.

Maher, who was standing on the sidelines, couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene. The long-awaited competition was finally here.

Gilbert also glanced at Maher, and he also smiled foolishly, with mixed feelings in his eyes.

"Beep!"

The game then started, and the French team sent a ball from the center circle and started passing the ball to the backcourt.

The England team quickened the tempo and started to push three lines forward. There was nothing they could do about it; they had to fight hard in the second half.

With Rooney suffering from muscle discomfort, others must take responsibility and strive to help the team gain points against France!

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of passing the ball continued, the game finally became more interesting, and many English fans also became more excited.

In the 47th minute of the game, Gilbert, who had just come on the pitch, excitedly moved forward to block the ball from Malouda and passed it to Gerrard beside him.

England launched a quick attack, and Welbeck finally received a cross from Ashley Cole and fired a volley, but unfortunately it went high.

Six minutes later, France seized a conversion opportunity and knocked the ball to where Mahel was.

Facing the defense of his good friend Gilbert, Maher took the fastest steps, used his highest combat power to shake off his defense, continued to advance towards the wing, and at the same time looked for opportunities to fire in the middle.

"boom!"

Gilbert's body slammed forward fiercely, but as one of the few players in the Premier League who had not faced Maher, he obviously did not have a clear understanding of Maher's strength.

He quickly lost his balance and fell uncontrollably towards Mahel, knocking him to the ground.

"Beep!" The referee came up and gave him a yellow card, which made his subsequent defense a little difficult.

After getting up, Maher looked at him with a smile. He wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut and focused on the game.

"Oh!"

A minute later, he again grabbed the ball from the air and headed it, but it went wide of the goal.

This made him a little depressed. England's ground defense was good today, but their aerial defense always gave him chances. Unfortunately, he failed to score a header.

In the 65th minute of the game, the tempo became faster and faster. Both sides seemed to have some trouble organizing their offense and began to frequently attempt long shots in front of the penalty area.

Gerrard and Ashley Young both fired a shot, Maher and Benzema also had chances, but most of them were blocked by defensive players and failed to threaten the goalkeeper.

"Beep!"

England coach Pearce became anxious. In the 71st minute of the game, he replaced Milner and Chamberlain, who were in poor form, with Walcott and Downing.

There must be some problems with his use of players. Fearing the fierce competition in the European Cup, he did not dare to use the two substitutes who performed better in the league. Instead, he used two players he thought were more durable.

This indirectly led to England's lack of offensive power. They were either controlling the ball or defending, and had few means of threatening the goal.

On the contrary, although the French team did not play very well, at least Mahel was threatening when he got the ball. It was impossible to stop him without three or four people. Even if they were careful, they were still scored by him.

"Oh!"

In the 78th minute of the game, with little time left, Walcott made a cross towards the center of the penalty area, trying to find the lone striker Welbeck.

Welbeck rushed to the front point and sought to engage in physical confrontation with Koscielny as he passed him.

The moment the two of them touched, his feet suddenly went weak and he fell to the ground, ignoring the ball above his head, and then rolled over in the penalty area in pain, "Ah!!"

fall down!

"Oh!"

Koscielny jumped up to clear the ball. After landing, he looked at Welbeck and the referee who was running over, and his face immediately turned pale.

He seemed to have anticipated what was about to happen and kept shaking his hands to indicate that he had definitely not committed any cross-border foul.

"Hit!" The fans of the England team and the France team stood up and booed, expressing their dissatisfaction with the referee.

Maher also quickly ran towards the referee. He glanced at the hesitant referee, ran anxiously towards Koscielny, and demonstrated to the referee Welbeck's diving action just now.

"No! Absolutely not!" He shook his head and gathered in front of the referee. At this time, a penalty kick was awarded and that was it.

"Beep!!"

The referee seemed to have made up his mind, blew the whistle and walked towards the penalty area.

Maher looked at him nervously, not understanding what he was going to do until he saw him raise his hand and point to the penalty spot.

Penalty kick!

Koscielny was also given a yellow card!

Yellow dot set meal!

"Hit!" A group of people immediately surrounded the referee. The referee had no choice but to raise the yellow card and give another yellow sapphire card to the most excited Sagna.

2 yellows!
Mahel looked at him and rolled his eyes to the sky. Knowing that it was futile to say anything at this moment, he turned around angrily and swung his right hand towards the sky.

Misjudgment is damn good, VR should be released as soon as possible. Although it will reduce some fun, it will also reduce regrets and resentment. The advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

"You pig! Go to hell!"

Deschamps pointed at the referee and started cursing on the sidelines, but it was not obvious amid the noisy curses from the fans.

Maher pressed his hands down at him, signaling him to calm down. There was no point in saying anything at this time, and there was no need to get himself sent off with a red card.

After arriving near the center line, he turned around and looked at Gerrard who was about to stand on the penalty spot, hoping for a miracle.

“Ahhhhh!!”

Amid the boos of the French fans, Gerrard placed the ball in front of the penalty spot, facing Lori's physical and verbal interference.

He didn't look at Lowry, but turned to stare at the referee, waiting for him to blow the whistle.

"Beep!!"

The whistle sounded, Gerrard turned his head to look at the goal, focused his eyes on the football at his feet, and then started a sprint.

After a few steps, he placed his supporting foot next to the football and kicked the ball to the right with his right foot.

"Bang!" But at the moment of shooting, his left foot suddenly slipped for some reason, causing his body to fall forward involuntarily and he lost his balance.

Ruined!
Anger appeared on Gerrard's face. Just before falling to the ground, he swung his right ankle violently and barely pushed the ball out.

"Yeah!"

After falling to the ground, looking at the blue sky and listening to the cheers of the French fans, he closed his eyes in pain and vowed never to miss an opportunity because of slipping in his life.

"Snapped!"

In front of the goal, Hugo Lloris noticed Gerrard fall and knew that the ball must be of poor quality, so he stood in the middle and waited. He flew out to save the ball after it was kicked and blocked it out of the net.

Caught it!
Didn’t get in!!
Maher suddenly became energized and moved his body towards the England team's backcourt, ready to sprint and counterattack at any time.

But he soon saw Ashley Young rush into the penalty area first and poke the ball towards the goal.

It's dangerous again!

"Snap!" Lori jumped up from the ground, expanded his defensive area and blocked the football.

Two consecutive attacks!
Maher's eyes suddenly lit up again, and he was willing to briefly call the future Tottenham goalkeeper a goalkeeper.

The victory is secured!
He turned and rushed towards the opponent's backcourt, pushing two opposing defensive players back and creating space for counterattack.

"Aaaahhhh!!" The cheers in the stadium reached a new level. At this moment, making two consecutive saves was no less than scoring a tie or a winning goal.

"Oh!"

Koscielny came to the second penalty kick and kicked the ball to the front field to clear the ball. At the same time, he slapped his chest and roared, "Come on! Give me a penalty! Another one!"

He turned around, hugged Hugo Lloris, held his face with both hands and kissed him hard, and after holding it for a long time, he said: "I heard that you are going to join the English team next year, remember, don't go to our mortal enemy!

"I love you, Lori!"

Koscielny quickly helped Lori up, turned around and called on the players in the penalty area to push forward, "Go! Go! Push forward!"

"Hugo Lloris saves France! Great save!! Gerrard, fatal slip!!

“I have a feeling that the pair of sneakers on his feet will soon face a sales winter!

"England had a great chance to equalise, and now it's gone!
"Look at where the ball landed, Mahel competed with Gilbert who was marking him for the header! Mahel got the ball and rubbed it towards Nasri's position, beautiful!!

"Now is France's chance to counterattack. There is no time for regrets. This is the rhythm of the European Cup!"

"."

Near the midfield, Nasri stopped the ball passed by Mahel while running, he kicked the ball towards a position near the penalty area, and accelerated as hard as he could.

"Boom!"

After landing, Maher turned around and quickly followed, coming to Nasri's side to support him, but Gilbert and Lescott followed him very closely, cutting off Nasri's passing line to him.

There is no way around it. They can't outrun him, but they can always outrun Nasri who has the ball. All they have to do is block Nasri.

It’s okay. He noticed that Clichy on the far end had also caught up. There was still hope if he passed the ball to him!
As long as he can score a goal, it will definitely be a classic goal, a classic goal that could lead to hell or heaven in one thought!

"Oh!"

Nasri made a crescent-shaped pass to Clichy in an open position, who shot the ball without stopping and it bounced towards the goal.

"Clang!" The football bounced too high. Although it passed through Joe Hart's hands, it hit the post and bounced back into the penalty area.

Didn't make it!

"Ah!!" Many French fans knelt down in front of their seats, and Deschamps on the sidelines also covered his face. They were just close to winning the game and the England-France battle.

Near the penalty spot, the football slowly fell to the ground. Just when the English thought they had escaped, a figure wearing the No. 7 French team jersey rushed in with a keen sense of smell!

There is still a follow-up shot!
This time it's Mahel's turn!

He bounced off the ground, stretched his body in the air, and made a violent volley, with no intention of stopping the ball to give the opponent a chance to steal the ball.

"Bang!!"

After his body flew up, he kicked the football hard with his right foot, and kicked the football that bounced out of the penalty area back towards the direction of the goal.

"Pah!" The football hit the ground again, bounced off the ground and flew towards the goal, but this time the England team was not so lucky, the football hit the net firmly, "Swish!"

The ball went in! !

Two to zero!
France kills the game!
Right after the penalty!!

"Wowwww!!"

"Yeah!!"

"Ma-ehl!!"

The sound of explosions that pierced the clouds and split the rocks rang out in the National Stadium in Warsaw. The most exciting moment of this European Cup has come. The French team was almost equalized by their opponents, but they turned around and killed the game!

Mahel and Hugo Lloris worked together to help the French team survive the miraculous 20 seconds!
"Come on!" Maher patted his chest with a grin, then tore off his jersey and threw it to the side.

He rushed to the edge of the field as fast as he could and kicked the corner flagpole violently, scaring the linesman into hiding far away.

After landing, he jumped up again, jumping to a height that ordinary people could hardly reach, and threw a rising dragon punch, roaring passionately: "Come on!!"

If someone asks him in the future how to summarize his European Cup debut, he will definitely tell them the story of this goal with a big laugh.

Misjudgment, great save, crossbar, volley, and defeat of the Three Lions!!
(End of this chapter)