Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 230: The sword of France! A miracle strike after withstanding the pressure! How it debuts, how it ends!
"Spain still has the ball! Iniesta, pass the ball to Fabregas! David Silva is going forward to ask for the ball!
"It's very dangerous! The French team's midfield defense was penetrated by continuous passes! The back line is completely exposed!
"A through ball! Ah, Clichy reacted quickly and intercepted the ball! Beautiful! France's counterattack opportunity, but Clichy was not able to pass the ball!

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In the French team's backcourt, Clichy turned around and dunked the ball, ending the Spanish team's offensive rhythm.

"Boom!"

Xavi, Fabregas and others quickly pressed towards him, while the other Spanish players chose to retreat quickly to prevent France's counterattack in advance.

"Bang!" But Clichy's choice was beyond their expectations. He used the instep of his foot to kick the ball directly to the position of Maher and Arbeloa.

No procrastination!

No time to chase back!
Because he didn't expect Clichy to be so decisive, Arbeloa, who was marking Mahel, had no reaction at first. He just watched Mahel rush towards the landing point of the football and stopped the ball without any interference.

"Snapped!"

The football hit Maher's chest heavily. He turned around the moment he stopped the ball, stopped the ball in the direction of attack, then unloaded the ball with his right foot and dribbled forward at high speed.

When I looked up, I saw only Arbeloa in front of me. Pique and Ramos were marking Giroud at the far end and did not dare to come over to defend rashly.

This kind of opportunity is exactly what he wants!
It seems that all his teammates listened to what he said during the halftime and were willing to believe him.

Now, he is going to start his one-man blast and break into the dragon's den alone!
He has the ability to stop a volley pass, and also the ability to break through and create danger!
“Bang, bang, bang!”

Facing Arbeloa's defense, Maher did not make any fancy moves. He took two small steps towards the opponent and then suddenly changed speed and took a big step towards the middle.

Just eat it!

"Snap!" After following for two steps, Arbeloa couldn't keep up. His body fell forward uncontrollably. He could only grab Maher's shorts awkwardly, attempting to commit a tactical foul.

Maher's white underwear was exposed, which made many fans smile knowingly, but he did not stop. He threw Arbeloa to the ground and continued to dribble the ball forward.

Don't take a free kick, just attack the opponent's most dangerous area!
"Bang bang bang!"

As he approached the center step by step, some French fans slowly stood up, while Spanish fans covered their faces and dared not watch this defense.

"A great opportunity for a counterattack! It's too difficult for Arbeloa to defend Maher alone!

"Now all the pressure is on Pique, he must delay Mahel's breakthrough and give his teammates time to return to defense!

"We saw many substitutes rushing out of the French team's bench, standing on tiptoe with Deschamps and looking at Maher's back; Bosque held his head, unable to believe why the French team suddenly got such a good chance!

"Pique! Can you hold on?"

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Pi Tianchuan lowered his center of gravity, his eyes fixed on Mahel's knees, trying to judge Mahel's next move from the change in his center of gravity.

He saw Maher start to pedal, and also saw that in his last step he clearly placed his weight on his right leg, probably trying to push off the ground with his right foot to move toward the outside baseline.

"Oh!"

But when Maher actually dribbled the ball towards the baseline, he only felt a gust of wind blowing past, and then he saw that the opponent was already in the penalty area two or three meters away from him.

I predicted it, but I still can’t keep up!
too fast!
Pique made a bitter face and complained using the Spanish national curse. I wonder if this will become the headline later and be named "Pique is happy".

"Oh!" Cheers rang out from the stands, and all the French fans saw hope of scoring a goal.

"Mael easily passed Pique. This way of playing must be his favorite and most comfortable way of playing!

"Into the penalty area! Casillas' attack was so fast that Ramos had to move over to defend!

"This is a great chance to score! Is Maher going to make history?!"

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In the penalty area, Maher took a look at the goal while running at high speed. He became extremely excited and felt that scoring in the final was just around the corner.

However, Casillas gave him a bit of a cold shoulder, as the opponent blocked almost all angles, and the only better shooting angle left for him was in the middle and under Casillas' crotch.

He raised his left foot and pushed it towards the center of the football, but suddenly braked before it touched the ball.

"Snap!" Casillas quickly clamped his crotch. It was obvious that this was a trap he set on purpose.

In a split second, Maher had no time to be thankful that he did not act impulsively and used a fake move to trick Casillas into escaping his trap, because he saw the opponent regain his strength and pounce on the ball at his feet.

It’s time to burn our boats!

"Bang bang!"

Maher deftly moved the ball to the left, avoiding Casillas' first save, then flicked his ankle and pushed the ball towards the goal in the fastest and most connected way.

In just less than a second, he and Cassie had gone through several rounds of negotiations. Now, he felt it was time to make the final blow!

Maher's eyes followed the football. He saw the ball rolling towards the near corner. He watched Casillas quickly lie on his side and bounce up after the first save, then stretch out his hand to save the ball a second time.

We also saw the frightened eyes of Ramos and Busquets who were chasing back. Giroud and Nasri's hands were eager to move, as if they were about to raise them to celebrate in advance.

Everything seemed to slow down, and he even had time to think about the celebration and accumulate emotions for the final outburst.

"Snap!" At this moment, Casillas stretched out his hand after the core explosion, and actually caught the ball in front of the near corner post of the goal, blocking the ball out of the bottom line.

Caught it!
"Oh!" Maher turned back with regret and jaws wide open, and shouted in disbelief along with all the French people present.

Casillas, Casillas, he is worthy of being one of the representatives of Spain's golden generation and the Galacticos. It is not easy to break his goal so easily.

“Yeah!” Ramos, Busquets and others breathed a sigh of relief, and then celebrated with the Spanish fans at the scene. They also quickly applauded Casillas, “Pa pa pa!”

Many French players put their hands that had been raised in advance on their heads, turned around and ran back to the backcourt to prepare for the next defense.

“Come again, come again!!”

Maher clapped his hands to them and told them not to cry over spilled milk. No matter what, it was a successful attempt and he hoped that this would give him and his teammates the determination to choose this offensive method.

With 2-3 more times, he will always be able to score against Casillas!
Even an excellent goalkeeper like Buffon fell at his feet. He didn't believe that Casillas could be the wall of sighs in front of him for the entire game!
If he scores one more goal, he will have scored in six consecutive European Cup games, which will be an unprecedented feat.

At the same time, he also discovered some of his own shortcomings. In some small shooting scenarios, when his shooting skills were not applicable, his success rate of scoring was not that high.

He also lacks some shooting methods in small scenarios, such as one-on-one lob shots, light dribbling shots, toe shots, heel shots, etc.

But practicing this skill alone is obviously a waste of time and there is no need for it.

I wonder if it would be possible to develop additional skills like dribbling and fancy moves to make up for his shortcomings?

He can study this aspect carefully after the European Cup. As he slowly enters the level 5 era with some passing methods that he has not yet mastered, he must also find out all his weaknesses and make up for them to truly become all-round!

Running towards the backcourt, Maher looked at Bosque and Deschamps who were standing on the sidelines.

The former had fear and relief in his eyes, while the latter quickly replaced the regret on his face with encouragement and clapped for him.

Noticing the expectant gazes of the French fans in the stands, Maher felt that a heavy responsibility was on his shoulders and he must do better in the future.

Come on, you must come on, you can definitely do it. He cheered himself up in his heart and kept adjusting his breathing intentionally, hoping that he could keep a clear mind.

"What a pity for an attacking opportunity! The French team almost changed the score in the 54th minute of the game! They suddenly changed the rhythm, which made the Spanish team a little uncomfortable!

“Maher easily made a one-on-two break and was unstoppable at full speed, but his shot in the end missed the target!

"Casillas made a great save, this save is no less than a goal!
“We can feel the tension in the final is slowly building up, both players are eager to score a goal and are also very afraid of conceding the first goal!

"It's time to test their ability to withstand pressure and seize opportunities. Whoever does best in these aspects will have the chance to win the Delaunay Trophy!"

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"We shout with the loudest voice, and we will win the victory!"

"Let your soul and dreams take off, and the field will be filled with red!"

After the game time exceeded 60 minutes, the fans of the Spanish team sang the team's anthem in the stands. They knew that the team needed their help at this time.

The French team's team anthem then sounded, but because the team could not maintain possession of the ball for most of the time and could not gain the upper hand, their singing clearly lacked confidence and could not overpower the Spanish team.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Spanish team controlled the ball in the attacking third zone, with six midfielders and left-back Alba constantly switching positions, forming a large net that was always moving at high speed, covering the French team's defense.

As time went on, the French team's midfielders and backcourt players gradually became unable to hold on.

As their physical strength declined, it became difficult for them to keep up with the Spanish team's passing rhythm in each movement, and once one person became disconnected from the overall formation, the gaps there would be exposed.

“Bang, bang!”

In the 68th minute of the game, Iniesta's forward run made Koscielny follow back with some difficulty, and David Silva quickly came out from the side and occupied the space he left.

"Bang!" Alonso's pass was fast and accurate, the football rolled quickly to the penalty area line of the French team and was controlled by D.

Another central defender Rami quickly moved out to defend him, and Koscielny also gave up Iniesta behind him and chose to block D Silva, who was the biggest threat at the time.

The defense line gradually became chaotic, and many people were faced with the dilemma of defending two things at once.

"Snap!" D. Silva waited until the two men got close, then he kicked the ball with his left toe, passed it over Koscielny's head, and looked for Iniesta who was making a roundabout run and ready to start forward again.

The ball penetrated the French defense and allowed Iniesta to get the ball at the bottom line.

And because Rami had just helped his teammates defend, he had no time to notice Fabregas and Alonso coming up behind him.

"Oh!"

Iniesta made a low cross, and the ball quickly passed the control of Koscielny and Rami and headed towards the empty space at the back post.

"Opportunity!! Fabregas pushes the ball into the goal! Clichy makes a tackle to save the situation!!"

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In the penalty area, Fabregas saw Clichy coming towards him quickly, and he cleverly lifted the ball to the left, then stood still.

"Bang!" When Klich's leg touched his calf, he fell to the ground and wailed in pain, "Ah!"

After standing up, Clichy stretched out his index finger and kept shaking it left and right towards the referee. Later, he raised his hands in surrender, indicating that he had definitely not committed any foul.

However, from his solemn expression, it can be seen that he understood what he had just done, and understood that he was subconsciously begging for mercy at this moment just because he was holding on to a last bit of luck.

"Hit!" The fans of the Spanish team jumped up instantly, and tens of thousands of people stood up at the same time and spread their hands in protest.

Before their players could surround the referee, the referee pointed to the 12-yard line and blew the whistle: "Beep!!"

"Penalty! In the 69th minute of the game, Spain got a crucial penalty opportunity!! This could be a penalty that changes the game!
"The decline in physical fitness has brought some hidden dangers to the French team's defense. The Spanish team is very good at taking advantage of small loopholes and gradually tearing them apart and turning them into big loopholes!
"You can't blame Clichy for this goal. If he hadn't made the tackle, Fabregas's shot would have had a high chance of going into the goal. It was a goal that was easier to score than a penalty!"

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The referee ran towards Clichy and showed a yellow card to the Manchester City full-back, who had his hands on his hips and looked like he was about to cry.

"Yeahh!" All the Spaniards were in a frenzy. Fabregas, D. Silva, Iniesta and others laughed and hugged each other, as if they had already taken the lead.

"that is not!"

“He touched the ball!”

The French players quickly went to the referee to argue, but this was certainly not enough to make the referee change his decision.

Maher walked slowly back to the penalty area line from the frontcourt, staring blankly at the nervous goalkeeper Lori and the self-blaming Clichy, knowing that the score might be rewritten.

It is definitely a terrible thing to let the opponent take the lead in the 70th minute, but this is how football works. Your opponents always give everything and can create goals through hard work and personal creativity.

He came to Clichy, put one hand on his shoulder and squeezed it hard to show that the goal was not his fault.

On the sidelines, Deschamps' face darkened. He turned around and returned to the coaching bench to drink water.

In the private room directly above him, French President Hollande, the Prime Minister, Deputy Secretary-General Michel, Wenger, Mendes, and some Polish politicians were sitting here, all in silence.

The team's defensive players did a good job most of the time, but unfortunately they collapsed in the final moments, sending them to the edge of the cliff.

"I thought it was going to gain momentum. I saw Maher was very threatening the last few times he got the ball."

Hollande was obviously different this time from the last time. His anxiety was palpable, and he obviously understood what this game meant to their country when the Delaunay Cup was just around the corner.

"It was not a surprising goal." Wenger explained from a professional perspective, but he could not avoid being disappointed. "It's good enough to have reached this point. These Spanish players are really strong."

"Is there no chance?" Michel turned to look at Wenger. His expression was full of tension, and his face, which had few wrinkles, was squeezed into a ball.

Wenger shook his head and denied it: "You can't say that. Football has everything possible. But it's difficult. The leading Spanish team will definitely use midfield and backcourt control to delay time.

"It's hard to steal the ball from them and it's hard to break their dense defense."

Michel turned his head and looked at the court again. He said regretfully: "Maher has too little support. It would be great if there were a first-class passer."

"Nasri is good, but because of his limited possession, they don't have many chances to connect, and Maher can only fight alone most of the time."

Mendes then took over the conversation. He must have a deep understanding of football. "But I still believe in my player. He has never lost such an important game."

Polish politicians listened to their conversation and wanted to say something to comfort them, but they didn't know where to start.

"Beep!"

On the field, the referee blew the whistle for a penalty kick, and all the French people's hearts were in their throats.

Xabi Alonso stood on the penalty spot. He is a master of penalties and rarely misses penalties in his career.

After hearing the whistle, he glanced at goalkeeper Hugo Lloris and started his run-up.

In the last step, he chose to use a small jump step to change the rhythm, while looking up to observe the goalkeeper's saving position.

"Oh!"

After noticing that Lori wanted to dive to the right, he shot the ball lightly to the left, and even confidently shot it at an angle close to the center, but he did not choose to shoot in the far corner for the sake of safety.

Lori knew his intention at this time, but he was unable to change the direction of the save and just sat on the ground in despair.

"Swish!" The French team's net shook a few times, indicating that the goal was broken.

"Aaaahhhh!!" The shouts of the Spaniards shook the entire Warsaw National Stadium. At this moment, outside the stadium, in Madrid and Barcelona, ​​there must have been many people throwing beer into the sky to celebrate for the team.

They saw the hope of defending the title and the hope of winning the tournament three times in a row!

"Vamos!!" Xabi Alonso spread his arms and shook them continuously, then ran to the sidelines with Fabregas, Iniesta and others to celebrate wildly.

This is the era when their talent burst out, their golden generation!
They are always confident, even proud, because they believe they must be the winners!
"The ball goes in! Spain leads France 1-0 in the final!! This is a very crucial goal!

"Their performance today deserved this goal. This is also a microcosm of their team's performance throughout the European Cup. They can always suppress their opponents and seize opportunities after their opponents can't bear it!
"What a pity for the French team! In the first five games, they scored first through sharp counterattacks in four games! In the most important game, they did not continue their previous hot feeling!
"All I can say is that they met a stronger team. Now, this team needs someone to stand up!"

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The broadcast camera was focused on France captain Mahel, who clapped his hands to encourage the players on the back line to continue fighting and signaled Lori to pick up the ball quickly.

His disappointment could be seen from the corners of his eyes and mouth, but determination slowly emerged in his eyes, as if he knew very well that they must work hard to equalize the score and not give up the championship trophy that was so close at hand.

When he turned and walked towards the center circle, people could feel his power from his back and his walking posture.

It's like, even if he doesn't win the game easily every time, he will never give up. It's very difficult to defeat him completely. You have to pay a huge price and do it extremely perfectly.

The camera then turned to Deschamps, who stood up from the coaching seat and walked to the sidelines, watching everything happening on the field with a lost but calm look.

Beside him, Bosque hugged and celebrated passionately with the players in the coaching booth, which made Deschamps look even more sad.

At this time, defensive back Juanfran and all-around midfielder Javi Martinez rushed out of the bench and began to warm up. Obviously, the Spanish team wanted to strengthen the hardness of the midfield and backcourt.

"Beep!!"

In the 72nd minute of the game, Giroud sent a ball from the center circle to the French team. Five or six French players quickly crossed the half court and seized the opportunity to launch a powerful attack.

The Spanish team stopped pressing, and all 10 players returned to their own penalty area and began to defend intensively.

Although their six midfielders do not seem to do the dirty work, when they are determined to defend, their intensity is still high and they will never be easily penetrated.

Their flexibility and speed make them very difficult to break through, and they can often steal the ball by surprise.

"Oh!"

Not long after the French team organized, Nasri kicked a flat and quick half-high ball towards Mahel. They often used this method in the second half and achieved certain results, but they just didn't score a goal.

After getting the ball, Maher dribbled towards Arbeloa again. He never took this attacking full-back seriously. As long as he broke through, the probability that the opponent could follow him was only 35%, and the probability of stealing the ball was less than 10%.

"Bang. Bang!"

He gritted his teeth and made a few shaking movements, then accelerated as fast as he could, dribbled the ball to the bottom, and sought an angle to move towards the middle.

They didn't have much time left in this game. The powerful Spanish team almost let them slip away throughout the game through overall control and didn't give them too many opportunities.

How he wished that he could perfectly use all the means he had now to help the team take the lead. Even if he had to be a lone hero, he would tear through the opponent's defense with his own strength!

But this is a game of the highest level, and the opponent is a golden generation of historical level. It is undoubtedly extremely difficult to score a goal under the special care and defense of these 11 people.

Many times he could feel a sense of powerlessness, and even had the uncontrollable thought of "giving up".

In fact, it doesn’t matter if he loses. No one will criticize him if he doesn’t score a goal in a game. Even if he lost the championship with 5 goals in 9 games, he is still the most dazzling star of this tournament, and people will call the 12th European Cup his game.

But no!

Can not give up!

He can accept losing and not scoring, but that is after the game. As long as he stands on the field, he has to grit his teeth and fight hard.

In the past two years, he has won many victories that were impossible to achieve by persisting in trying a little bit more countless times, which allowed him to reap better results than the original plan.

He has survived so many times, and this time he can't give up just because the opponent is too strong. He has to defeat this debilitating high pressure and let this top group of players feel his unique ability!

"Oh!"

Maher dribbled the ball hard towards the inside, pouring all his strength into running and confrontation, with his face huddled together.

After easily wiping out Arbeloa, Pique appeared in front of him again, but this time, Busquets and Xabi Alonso rushed back, and the three of them blocked all his offensive routes.

In the distance, Fabregas and Xavi were also keeping an eye on his movements, ready to rescue him at any time.

He swung his left arm and pretended to cross the ball with his left foot, deceiving the three players and then dribbling the ball quickly with both feet, trying to break out of their encirclement.

"Clap clap clap!"

He knocked Pique away, dodged Alonso's kick, and gradually made Busquets feel embarrassed.

"Swish!" But his breakthrough still failed. When he was trying to get rid of three people, Ramos cleverly came over and slid to tackle the ball, sending it out of the baseline.

Corner kick!

There was no expression on Maher's face. Sweat rolled down his eye sockets and hung on his nose and chin. Without saying a word, he walked into the penalty area to prepare for a goal.

"Oh!"

The corner kick that Nasri took afterwards was clearly intended to hit him on the head.

He jumped up with Pique, and after jumping up, he found that the ball was a little high for both of them and might not be able to hit it with their foreheads.

"Bang!" He stretched his neck and hit the football with his head. When he landed, he looked up and found that the football was higher than the crossbar.

still none!

"Come again!!" Maher roared and clapped his hands, motivating his teammates while also motivating himself. With his encouragement, the French players gradually knew what they should do.

They formed a siege on the Spanish team in the next 4-5 minutes, and the repeated bombardment forced Casillas to become the busiest person on the court.

"France is gaining momentum! It was difficult for Spain to push through the defense and get the ball and keep it under control.

"We noticed that Xavi and Iniesta often used long kicks to clear the ball. They knew that they couldn't play with fire in the backcourt at this time. If they wanted to control the ball, they had to press forward first.

"Juanfran should be ready to play. He is a signal for Bosque to strengthen the defense!"

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"Beep!" In the 78th minute of the game, Juanfran and David Silva clapped their hands on the sidelines, stepped onto the field, stood in the right-back position, and Arbeloa moved inward a little.

Spain began to play a 55-style strikerless formation, focusing on defense.

I don't know if it was because the short break disrupted the French team's rhythm and caused their momentum to drop, or if it was because many players gradually became exhausted, but after the substitutions, the Spanish team found their rhythm and regained possession of the ball.

"Bang bang bang!"

They controlled the ball comfortably near the midfield, moving the French players, who already had little remaining energy, around like monkeys, and occasionally suddenly speeding up the tempo to attack, looking for a chance to end the game.

Under the dual torture of physical and psychological stress, many French players soon couldn't bear it anymore.

"Ah!" In the 83rd minute of the game, Malouda suffered cramps. He lay on the ground uncomfortably. He wanted to get up and join the game quickly, but he was unable to do anything.

Just one minute after Koscielny helped him stretch, he cramped again. This time he endured the pain and hopped a few steps on one foot, then jumped out of the court to avoid the referee stopping the game because of him.

Deschamps quickly chose to make a substitution. He had very few cards to use and could only send on M'Vila.

"Hiss!" To make matters worse, in the 86th minute of the game, Matuidi fell to the ground while touching his thigh without any confrontation. After examination, the team doctor found that he could no longer continue the game.

Deschamps' face became even gloomier. He replaced Menez and changed the formation to 9--, letting Nasri play in the false position closer to the center to provide support.

Two consecutive forced substitutions will undoubtedly cast a shadow over the entire team and change the players' mentality.

"thump!"

In the 88th minute of the game, Maher slipped while dribbling the ball in the penalty area, and this time he did not get up immediately.

Looking at the boundless sky and the crowded yet silent French team stands, he smiled bitterly and had a strong premonition that his first tournament would end like this.

"Snapped!"

He bounced up with his hands, raised his arms and ran back again. Since there was not much time left, he might as well seize this last moment and try to kick a few more times. At least he wouldn't have too many regrets.

The Spanish team used a dense defensive group to prevent him from entering the penalty area and shooting, and used perfect marking and stealing to prevent him from shooting within 30 meters.

Then he will hit from 40 meters, and try from 45 meters!

Facing Casillas who is in excellent form, this is definitely not a good technical and tactical choice and will definitely be regarded as a lunatic.

But at the last moment, he had no choice but to believe in himself!

"Bang!!"

In the 89th minute of the game, Maher received a pass from his teammate in the 40-meter area. He drew his bow and arrow without hesitation and fired a super heavy cannon towards the near corner of the goal.

Like a bolt of thunder from the blue, this shot, which Casillas and all the Spaniards did not take seriously, suddenly gave people a very dangerous feeling as it quickly approached the goal.

Casillas moved quickly towards the direction of the football. He didn't dare to reach out to grab the football carelessly. He could only use his hands to try to lift the ball over the crossbar.

"Bang!" He successfully caught the football, but still broke out in a cold sweat. The power and angle of Maher's long-range shot were even stronger than those of his club's superstar teammate Cristiano Ronaldo.

Ronaldo's shot from that position would most likely go wide or over the goal because he tried too hard, and even if it was aimed directly at the goalkeeper, the threat posed was limited.

The only time he scored a goal was probably during his time at Manchester United, and I think he even won the Puskas Award that year.

But it is different for Maher, who Casillas has seen score goals like this one in this tournament, as well as some attempts that failed to score.

Without exception, these balls can pose a threat to the goalkeeper, which means that he really has the ability to score in the 40-meter area!

It's not a matter of luck, nor is it a shot with an extremely low probability, it's a real shot!

terror!
"Focus! Don't let him kick!!"

Casillas shouted to his teammates. He originally didn't care about the opponent shooting from that position, but now he had to be on guard.

"Bang!" The corner kick was then taken amid the worried gaze of Spanish fans, and then cleared out of the penalty area amid the desperate gaze of French fans, and fell at the feet of defender Rami.

"Boom!"

Maher rushed out of the penalty area at high speed, arrived next to Rami before everyone else, and reached out to him for the ball.

Rami originally wanted to make a direct attempt by lofting the ball into the penalty area, but when he saw Maher asking for the ball, he passed the ball over.

However, in order to prevent Maher from shooting again, he couldn't help but remind him: "Captain! Go forward and cross the ball! There are many outflanking points in the penalty area!"

They knew that Maher was very strong in long-range shots, but at this point, putting all their hopes on a shot far away from the goal was definitely not a good choice.

“Bang bang!!”

Maher pretended not to hear the reminder, dribbled the ball to the front of his side, glanced at the far corner of the goal, and fired another long-range shot.

After a whole game of conventional attack without any goal, he didn't think another forced attack would be as effective as his own attempt.

If that had been the case, we would have been able to break through the Spanish team's defense and the current score wouldn't still be zero to one.

If the ball is passed to the middle laner, the chance of breaking out of the dense defensive encirclement is 65%. Whether teammates in the middle can head the ball is probably 50%, and the chance of scoring after heading it is probably even lower.

So still believe in yourself!
Believe lv5!

"Swish!!" The ball flew over the heads of the players in the penalty area at a speed of 220+km/h and whizzed into the far corner of the goal.

However, this time Ramos had anticipated it. He ran back to the far corner of the goal and jumped up to head the ball, clearing it out of the goal and heading it towards the side of the penalty area.

+1 for the crucial rescue!

"Yeahh!" The cheers of the Spanish fans were very intense. At the last moment, any successful defense could be counted as a goal and was an important step in laying the foundation for victory in the game.

"Good job Ramos!"

Casillas also gave a thumbs up to Ramos, who stood up, pumped his fist and roared, "Vamos!!"

Their left-back Alba immediately controlled the ball and ran towards the French team's backcourt to delay time.

"Additional time in the second half: 3 minutes!"

The live broadcast sounded, and there were only 3 minutes of stoppage time in the second half. It could be said that the French team was moving step by step towards failure and death.

Anxiety filled the French team, many of them spread their hands helplessly while chasing back, as if they felt that Maher should not put all his hopes on his own shot, that was too selfish, as they still had 7-8 people attacking.

Of course, they would not have big opinions or be very dissatisfied with their captain. Everyone understands that without Maher they would not be able to stand on the final stage.

Maher felt more pressure from his teammates. Without saying a word, he ran towards the opponent's player who had the ball.

Hold on, hold on, and continue to finish this game the way you want it!

He kept repeating these words to himself, and slowly entered into a wonderful state. His visual range became much smaller, and other noises in the field seemed to be filtered and became blurred when they entered his ears.

That was a more focused performance, all his attention was focused between the ball and the opponent's goal!
"Alba's advance! He was not supported by the Spanish players and was intercepted by Rami.

"With less than 3 minutes left, the Spanish team did not want to attack anymore. They wanted to stay in the penalty area and win the Delaunay Gold Cup safely!
"We saw Javi Martinez and Torres standing on the sidelines, ready to come on as substitutes. Substitutions at this time are mostly to delay time and have no practical significance.

"Torres was called back, and Bosque should be preparing to replace Martinez first and then him. This two times can at least consume one minute of time.

"Just waiting for the dead ball!"

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Inside the stadium, many Spanish fans put their hands together and placed them to their mouths, praying to God that no other incidents would occur and that the team could complete the rest of the game like this.

There is no doubt that these last 2 minutes were one of the longest 2 minutes in their lives.

The fans of the French team sat there anxiously and disappointedly, staring at the field in dismay. In their feeling, the passage of time was much faster.

"Oh!"

On the court, Rami passed the ball to Maher again. This time he shouted anxiously: "Go for a breakthrough! Go for one last breakthrough, one last cross try, there's no time!!"

Maher still turned a deaf ear. He glanced in the direction of the goal and roughly estimated that he was about 45 meters away from the goal.

Unlike before, the Spanish players were already wary of his shooting from this position, and he saw Fabregas and Iniesta speeding towards him.

It was impossible to move forward again. Even if he adjusted the ball on the left side of his body to his right foot, it would not be possible.

Then he will come directly!
"bang"

He kicked the ball to the left with his left foot. Maher took a last look at the goal and found that Casillas, Ramos and others did not prepare in the first time, as if they thought it was impossible for him to shoot from such a long distance.

They seemed to think that he would try to break through Fabregas and Andreas Balotelli and shoot from 40 or 35 meters. Going further would be impossible as the two dense lines of defense would not give him a chance to shoot.

“No!” An anxious voice sounded. It was from center forward Giroud, who was shaking his head with a bitter face. “Don’t shoot there! Please, Maher! Break through and pass the ball!”

"Don't hit him!" Nasri also jumped anxiously on the spot, scratching his head and saying, "Captain! Don't hit him!!"

"Pass the ball!" Menez, who had just come on the field, ran back and stretched out his hand to him, while turning his head to look at the goal.

"Mael! Mahel!" Deschamps' voice also sounded behind him, probably trying to persuade him.

"Huh" Maher took a deep breath, and despite all the pressure and resistance, he took a step towards the football.

The Delaunay Cup was not far behind him, and he could even sense its presence.

Since it is there, let him make one last fight in his own way!

This could be the last shot, or the second to last shot, or the third to last shot. In short, he has to shoot it!!
"Bang!!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, with countless people frowning and closing their eyes, Maher's left foot hit the football with a violent force, and kicked the football all the way up into the sky, until it began to fall back to his waist.

The ball, like a sharp arrow, instantly left his feet and shot straight towards the far corner of the goal like a bullet.

At this moment, everyone's heart stopped suddenly. Their eyes followed the football and they turned their necks with different expectations.

"Whoosh!"

The football was seen approaching the goal very quickly with almost no deceleration in the middle. Because the ball was going too fast, it only rotated very slowly, which gave people the feeling that it was not very fast.

But when people watched it rotate less than one circle, they suddenly noticed that the football was almost approaching the goal!
Moreover, Casillas didn't move from beginning to end. He seemed not to have thought that the football would approach the goal at such a fast speed, nor did he expect that the football would really hit the blind corner.

"Swish!!" The football stuck to the side net in the far corner and no longer rotated on its own, but instead rotated towards the center along the net.

The ball went in! !

One to one!

Super world wave equalizer!!

"WowAaahhhhh!!"

At the Warsaw National Stadium, tens of thousands of French fans stood up quickly. The anxiety and disappointment on their faces had all disappeared, replaced by an unusually unified ecstasy.

"OhYeahhhhh!!"

Their cheers were so earth-shaking that they seemed to lift the roof of the stadium and shatter the spleen and lungs of their Spanish opponents.

"Hopefully it's saved! We can still go for the championship!!"

"Mael! Saint Mael!!"

"You are a genius once in a lifetime!!"

"I love you!!"

Some people's bodies began to tremble rapidly and their faces turned red as they sobbed. Those were tears of joy.

"Yeah!"

At the edge of the court, Deschamps, wearing his work badge, quickly jumped up from his original position, then closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and ran with his arms outstretched while celebrating.

He looks very thin, but at this moment, he also gives people a very powerful feeling!

"The ball goes in! A world wave! A shocking long-distance shot! From the French captain Mahel!!"

In the commentary booth, except for the commentators from Spain and a few other countries, everyone stood up and raised their hands to celebrate with the French team. It was really hard to control one's emotions to see such a goal at this time.

The same goes for He Wei. A rare expression of emotion appeared on his face. "It's a one-to-one tie! Maher pulled the French team back from the brink! Great goal!!
"How did he score the goal from over 45 metres away, facing one of the best goalkeepers in the world?!
"This is his 10th European Cup goal! He also broke Platini's record and became the player with the most goals in the history of the European Cup and the most goals in a single tournament!

"A goal like this at such a juncture is enough to make anyone remember it for the rest of their lives!
"At the same time, he also became the first player to score in 6 games in a single tournament! And he almost scored a world-class goal in every game!!"

He Wei is a very professional commentator, but at this moment, he couldn't help but be a little out of breath. "I have been a commentator for so many years, and I have seen many lore and equalizers, but none of them made me, let me... sorry.

“I want to say that I can remember it forever in my mind and it will definitely leave a deep impression!

"Maybe France still won't win the Delaunay Trophy, but I think people saw Maher's attempt, Maher's fight! And they saw some special things that only he can do!!"

"."

"Oh Fuck!"

On the field, Giroud and Nasri, who had just advised Maher not to shoot, hugged their heads in shock. After they reacted, they rushed towards Maher in ecstasy, their bodies shaking.

"Yeah!" Menet, Kabaye and others jumped up on the spot, then ran with Mahel with their eyes wide open, spread their hands and laughed. This was definitely the happiest moment for them this year.

Several substitute players and assistant coaches also sprinted along the sidelines. Wherever they passed, even the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of happiness.

Maher still clenched his teeth as he rushed towards the corner flag area quickly. His face, which had little flesh on it, trembled with the rhythm of his running and even his vision became blurred.

He originally thought that it was the blood rushing around that caused congestion in his brain, which was why he couldn't see the people and objects in front of him clearly and could only see them roughly.

"Come on!!" It was not until he spread his arms, slid down the grass and knelt down, shaking a hot tear from his eye that he realized that it was because his eyes were filled with tears of excitement.

He saw the stands crowded with people and countless arms waving. He also saw the spotlights on the top of the stands emitting an exceptionally dazzling light among the tears, which made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

"Mael!!"

"what!!"

“You’re amazing!”

“Oh my God!!”

He immediately felt someone holding his neck, and someone slid over to his side and knelt, bumping into his legs in the process.

He did it!!
His choice was right, his persistence was right, and he kept hope for the team!

10th goal in the European Cup!
The long-range shot that was upgraded to level 5 before the start of the tournament made a stunning appearance in the first European Cup match, and miraculously helped him equalize with the Spanish team in the last European Cup match!

If headers can't break Casillas' goal and close-range shots can't get through his fingers, then use the ability he has been best at since the beginning of his career and the way he is most familiar with to defeat Casillas!
The whole period of depression was finally released at this moment, and he had a refreshing feeling he had never had before. It was all so wonderful.

Since people are saying that this is the tournament that belongs to him, he hopes that he can take away the final championship trophy from this place where his first level 5 skill shines!

"Folala!" A sound of ghosts howling rang out in the VIP box, and a group of celebrities and national leaders celebrated without caring about their image.

Michel's knees sank, and he almost fell to the ground. He leaned back and raised his hands, shouting enthusiastically: "Ciel! Ciel! Hero! Lone hero!!"

"The Sword of France!!"

Hollande and the Prime Minister hugged each other tightly and jumped together, supporting each other.

“Our pride!!”

After Wenger stood up, he felt his arms trembling. He looked at Mendes, a man he didn't like very much. Coincidentally, the latter looked at him too, and the two of them smiled and hugged each other in tacit understanding.

No matter what, they are the two people closest to Maher here, and only they can understand each other's feelings!
"The French team has come back to life! Now, they should enter the overtime match with the Spanish team!

"Mael! He deserves all the praise, he really deserves it all! Without him, the fans who support the French team can now turn off the TV in advance and use time to dilute the disappointment of the game.

"His presence gave the French team 30 minutes more time to save themselves!
"6 goals in 10 games, what a miraculous performance, he is totally a magician, constantly performing tricks that people have never seen before on the court!!"

The French commentator on TV praised Maher endlessly, and his words touched everyone's heart.

Many people were already sweating profusely after celebrating. They kept telling themselves to stay calm and it took a long time before they returned to their seats.

On the sidelines, Bosque lowered his head in distress, having never thought that the French team could score a goal like this at the end of the game.

His silence led to the silence of all Spaniards. Some fans tore their clothes in anger, turned around and threw their jerseys and slapped their seats in anger. Some substitute players stood there in a daze, and couldn't help but panic.

"Mr. Bosque."

A relatively calm assistant coach ran over and asked, "Are you still changing players? Are you still changing players now?"

Without looking back, Bosque looked at his disciples' frustrated expressions and nodded, "Let's change them. They will be used as the living force for the overtime. Let Pedro go to warm up as well."

The assistant coach turned and ran, and the substitution card on the sidelines was raised, and Martinez and Torres went onto the court together.

In front of the goal, Casillas took off his gloves in disappointment and threw them to the ground with a look of frustration.

Even though he was the captain of the team and should have set a good example at this moment, he still couldn't calm his inner self-blame and regret.

Ramos and Pique came to comfort him one after another, but he sent them away.

He couldn't believe that in his legendary career, one day someone would score a goal like this.

Maher Casillas looked at Maher who was still hugging and high-fiving his teammates on the wing. This opponent, with whom he had only played one game so far, already made him feel like a nemesis.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

Not long after the kick-off, the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

With the score at 15-, they will enter a brutal overtime of minutes each in the first and second half, where they will fight for the final victory!

The Spanish players lowered their heads, obviously very dissatisfied. They had the opportunity to celebrate wildly at that moment, but Maher's goal forced them to embark on a road full of unknowns.

Although the French players were talking and laughing, there was worry deep in everyone's eyes.

Even if they enter overtime, their situation is still not good. They are obviously more physically exhausted and will face greater tests.

Many people can't even figure out what kind of willpower they have to hold on and prevent the opponent from scoring, let alone score a goal and win.

Before the game even started, they tended to defend to maintain a draw and enter a penalty shootout. To be honest, this is not a good sign.

The players of both teams did not return to the locker room, but instead gathered in a circle around the coaching bench, listening to the coach's instructions and arrangements.

"Stick to your ideas, believe in yourself, and finish the game the way you do best."

Deschamps stood in the center of the players and said, "I can't teach you how to play football at this time, and I can't ask each of you to run two more steps. It all depends on you!
"It's just 30 minutes, all you can do is grit your teeth and persevere, pay attention to every defense, every counterattack, and take your own responsibilities!
"I'll go discuss the final substitutions and possible penalty order with the assistant coach. I'll leave this to the captain."

He turned around and walked away. Maher hugged his teammates on his left and right, and said to everyone, "It's not easy to get to this point. We have experienced too many difficulties.

“Don’t go through all this suffering in vain without any gain, that would be a pity and sad.

"The trophy is right there. Hopefully we can get on the parade bus with it in our hands. It's the last 30 minutes. Come on!!"

"Come on!" The French players clenched their fists and felt a force slowly emerging in their bodies, giving them the confidence to fight again.

"Beep!"

A few minutes later, players from both sides returned to the court, and the first half of overtime began.

This time, the fans of the French team, like the fans of the Spanish team, all crossed their hands in front of their mouths and kept praying for the team. They were both expectant and nervous, and their nerves were tense at all times.

The high pressure and excitement at this moment, as well as the ecstasy and sadness that may come later, will not easily dissipate from their minds. This will accompany them throughout their lives and often appear in their dreams.

Because this is the European Cup final, they are among the luckiest tens of thousands of people in the world who can experience such a game in person!
Deschamps quickly knelt on one knee, as if overwhelmed by the pressure, and Bosque on the other side imitated his action. The two coaches watched the confrontation between the players of both sides.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Spanish players controlled the ball and while consuming the French team's physical energy, they also wanted to lead the French players into an inherent rhythm, and then suddenly change it to make the opponent uncomfortable.

Maher kept moving along with the team's formation. He was also very tired, but he felt that his physical fitness was still better than most people, and others should be more tired than him.

This can be said to be an opportunity for him, as his more sustained combat capability gives him more possibilities.

ps: Yesterday or the day before yesterday, or should it be the night before, I was infected with the flu and felt really bad. I was still feeling bad until yesterday and didn’t have time to write a single word.

Is there another virus?
I didn't start writing until 4 a.m. today. I haven't closed my eyes since then. Now I have finally finished it. I feel so sorry for everyone and for being so weak. I will slowly improve my energy level.

(End of this chapter)