Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 231: Three promotions and three relegations! Dreams come true in Warsaw!! Lifting the championship trophy on a rainy night!!

“The physical fitness of the players of both teams has declined significantly. It can be noticed that some of them have to lean forward to increase their speed when running!

"Especially the French team, two of them fell down in the past few minutes because they couldn't stop the car.

"Deschamps made the last substitution, Ben Arfa was ready to play, he was going to give it a go!

"Let's see Spain's chance! Iniesta shoots! There's also a chance for a follow-up shot!!"

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"Oh!"

On the right side of the penalty area, Iniesta kicked the ball with his right foot that was blocked by the defender, trying to hit the far corner.

The football flew towards the goal almost close to the ground, passing through Lori's fingers, but finally rolled out of the bottom line next to the far post.

Off!

"Ah!" The Spanish fans were very sorry. Listening to their voices, Iniesta wiped his face in self-blame. He remembered the 10 World Cup final, when he received a pass from Fabregas in the same position and scored the winning goal.

At that moment just now, he wanted so much to ask God to bring back himself at that moment, but time had passed and he could no longer find that feeling.

He is much calmer now, but less sharp than before.

Come again!
The competition must go on. If you want to win the championship again, you must keep fighting!

"Beep!"

The referee blew the timeout whistle and pointed to the edge of the field, indicating that the French team could make substitutions.

Cabaye ran off the field. He covered a wide area today and was always on defense. He was one of the players with more serious physical depletion. Replacing him was a good choice.

"Oh!"

Goalkeeper Lori then sent a goal kick. He hit the ball towards the middle, trying to find Giroud's high point and let Giroud be the dealer.

Ramos and Giroud jumped together, and the other Spanish players quickly moved towards Maher's position. They knew that if Giroud could head the ball, he would most likely pass it to Maher.

"Snap!" Giroud was one step ahead of Ramos in this header, but he predicted the Spanish team's prediction and chose to look for Nasri on the right.

Change!
France's offensive round!

The football bounced off the ground and appeared in Nasri's running route. Although Alba, who was defending him, was very fast, he was blocked by Nasri in the forward position and could not sprint.

“Bang!”

Nasri quickly unloaded the ball and dribbled it to a position closer to the middle, which completely blocked Alba's pursuit route and made Ramos' pursuit extremely difficult.

The opportunity is coming!

Nasri is about to break into the penalty area!

A very sudden counterattack!
"Mael played a diversionary role, and he scored the equalizer at the end of regular time, which captured the hearts of all the Spanish players!
"Nasri was left open, and Giroud made a beautiful header to help France create a threat! This is the value of a center forward!
"Nasri, almost entering the penalty area, Giroud and Maher on the other side are both running, and the Spanish team obviously doesn't have enough defensive players in the penalty area!"

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"Oh!"

On the right side of the penalty area, Nasri saw Casillas coming out and passed the ball across to the middle.

The football was moving very fast and was far away from both the offensive and defensive players. It seemed that no one could grab the ball.

But as a top player, Nasri certainly would not dig such a trap at this moment.

He also took into account the distance of the offensive players' reckless shovel shots, and passing the ball this way only made it more difficult for the defender to touch the ball, as it was impossible for the defensive players to make forward movements like the offensive players.

"Crack!"

Giroud threw his body in the middle, and his foot kicked the ball just before it slipped past his body, kicking the ball into the unguarded goal.

The ball went in again!

France 2-1!

Go-ahead score!

In just 10 minutes, they rose from hell to heaven, and now they are closer to the European Cup championship!
"AhaaaaWow!!" The celebrations of the French fans lit up the entire Warsaw Stadium, in contrast to the Spanish fans who were silent.

This was definitely an unexpected goal. Before this, no one could have thought that the French team would score first in overtime!
They are obviously the ones in worse physical condition and weaker overall level.

But football makes everything possible. These unexpected variables give this sport infinite charm!

"suffer!!"

Giroud stuck out his tongue, spread his wings, and ran domineeringly towards Nasri who passed the ball to him.

Maher on the other side also quickly ran towards him, waving his arms and cheering several times in the process. The value of his equalizing goal in regular time is still increasing.

The teammates also contributed to this team, and now, they have completely turned the situation around!
"Yes!" He clenched his fists tightly, and while celebrating with Giroud, he turned around and looked at the European Cup trophy placed on the sidelines.

If it ends with this score, he will hold it high here!
Without any more haste, he came to Giroud's side, jumped up and joined the celebration.

"champion!!"

“We made it through!”

"Just do a good job of defense. We have come through such difficult times! We will definitely have the last laugh!"

"Ohh ...

Seven or eight French players gathered in the corner flag area. They cheered and danced in celebration. Some of them ran to the sidelines and jumped on Deschamps' body to celebrate with the Basque coach.

"France! Overtook the score! Giroud, who only came to the fold in the middle of the European Cup, became a hero like Mahre!!
"Look at how happy he is, I think if someone asked him how many Ligue 1 goals he would trade for this goal, he would say all of them!

"Looking at the relief in Maher's eyes, I think he must be thanking himself at this moment for turning the tide and saving the collapsing building at the end of regular time!

"He made the French team what it is today!! He made them stand half a foot on the podium!"

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Casillas sat helplessly in front of the goal, but this time he stood up quickly. Since they were behind, they couldn't be so negative. They had to regroup and make a comeback in the remaining time.

"Clap, clap!" Head coach Bosque looked anxious. He could only clap his hands to cheer up the players. It seemed that this was the only thing everyone could do at this time.

"Keep going! We are in the driver's seat, we just need one goal!"

He waved his hand and asked the players to rush forward to their attacking positions. "Come on, come on! Remember what your mission is! Go and defend our glory!"

The Spanish players lowered their heads and walked step by step to the center circle. After placing the ball, they watched the French players celebrate, and many of them spread their hands towards the referee.

The referee signaled them to stay calm and pointed to his watch, meaning that he was counting the time and would give extra time.

On their way back, the French players couldn't help but make eye contact with the eagle-eyed and wolf-like Spanish players. They knew that there would be another fierce battle waiting for them.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle and substitute center forward Torres sent the ball to them in the center circle. The Spanish players quickly crossed the half court and began to attack.

Maher led the French players to defend, leaving only Giroud in front.

During a dead ball, he checked the time and found that it was already 102 minutes, the first half of overtime was about to end!

He breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his center of gravity and waited for his opponent's next attack.

When playing against such an opponent, the pressure on defense is indeed much greater than that on offense. Even he sometimes looks a little embarrassed and is easily led by the opponent's passes.

"The Spanish team wanted to find some opportunities from the flanks! But after the French players retreated, the flanks were very tight, and they are now infinitely close to a 631 defensive system!
"Wing! Still no chance, Maher almost stole the ball from Iniesta!
"In this case, Spain might have to move the ball into the penalty area, or use Torres' ability to get the ball with his back to goal to create some long-range shooting opportunities.

"Look at this time! Fabregas! A very threatening low shot, but it's still a little off!"

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Maher watched the football slip out of the baseline and felt relieved. He looked at the time again and it was almost 104 minutes.

The fourth official soon raised the extra time card again. There was only 1 minute of extra time in the first half of extra time, which caused dissatisfaction among the Spanish players, but they had no time to complain.

"Beep--!"

One minute later, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half of overtime, and the French team entered the halftime break with a score of 1-.

"Yeah!" Maher waved his right fist vigorously at the moment the whistle sounded, and high-fived and hugged several players around him.

We are already halfway to victory. We need to take a good rest and adjust ourselves in the midfield. If we can hold on for the last 15 minutes, the Delaunay Cup will be within our reach!
"There will definitely be a big melee at the end, so be mentally prepared."

Deschamps carefully told each player at halftime, "The Spanish team may create 2-3 siege opportunities, don't worry, stand in your position and protect our goal!

“Giroud sometimes needs to provide some directional help when pressing, try to change their attacking direction and let them attack the weak side!

"Alright! The game will be over soon. Let's withstand their final madness and then go hold the trophy!"

"Come on!" All the players put their right hands together and swung them heavily to the ground amid a burst of encouragement.

Deschamps seemed to be still worried and reminded people before they came on the field, "Don't stretch your feet in the penalty area! Don't give them any more penalties! Also, pay attention to delaying time and protect the ball when you have the chance!

"Believe in yourselves. Since we are ahead, it means we are definitely capable of snatching the championship from them!"

The French players stepped onto the field amid his nagging, took a deep breath and prepared themselves for the final challenge of the melee.

"Beep!!" The referee blew the whistle, and the last 15 minutes of the European Cup final officially began.

“Dear audience! Dear audience! Perhaps the players have forgotten everything and devoted themselves to this battle!
"But we must know that hundreds of millions of eyes around the world are focused on them, wanting to see who will win the Delaunay Cup in the end!
"The final result will be out soon! If France wins, it will be an upset, but not too big of an upset because they have Maher!
"The Spanish team made very aggressive steals. They started to control the ball. Busquets was also looking for ways to speed up the tempo. How much physical energy do they have? Can they support a fast break?"

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At this point in time, it can be said that the last bit of energy in the bodies of both players is almost used up.

Most of the time, they run entirely on their own willpower. Everyone's legs and feet are very soft, and only the brain directs the legs to mechanically move in one direction.

Players on both sides started to make more and more passing errors, and there were more poor marking and reckless kicks in defense, and the game became more and more chaotic.

Every player felt somewhat uncomfortable. All their skills and tactics were ineffective and they could only rely on instinct to play the last ten minutes of the game.

But at the same time they are very excited because everyone knows that opportunities are increasing.

“Bang, bang!”

In the 111th minute of the game, Fabregas and Iniesta completed a one-two combination, they broke through Sagna's defense, came to the French team's penalty area, and then made a reverse triangle pass.

At the flanking point, Pedro and Torres, one came forward and the other stepped back and stretched his foot to hook the ball, both trying to control this point and complete the shot.

In the end, it was Torres who gave in. He knew that Pedro could shoot without stopping the ball, so he moved aside to make room for the shot.

"Bang!!"

Pedro's shot was very powerful. He had just come on the court and had plenty of energy, so his movements were not deformed.

The football made a slight arc and went to the near corner of the goal.

"Snap!" Lori had predicted that he wanted to shoot at the far corner and had already started moving in advance. He reacted quickly in the process, stretched out his right hand to block towards the near corner, and hit the ball out of the baseline.

so close!

"Gudong!" Under the regretful shouts of the Spaniards, most of the French swallowed their saliva, feeling lucky for having survived the disaster. Fans who had water quickly took it out to drink.

Due to excessive tension, each of them had a dry mouth and their breathing was either too heavy or too short.

Maher found a good opportunity in the 114th minute of the game, controlling the ball at the baseline, leaving the opponent with only the option of poking the ball out of the sideline.

"Snapped!"

Busquets, Arbeloa and Juanfran were always looking for opportunities to steal the ball near him, but most of the time they could only poke the ball out, giving him the opportunity to use the same trick to protect the ball again.

He successfully delayed the game for more than a minute. When he looked at the time and realized that the game was about to end, he became extremely excited.

The last bit of potential was stimulated, making his body extra strong, that was the desire for the championship!
He put all this energy into defense because he knew that the Spanish team had the same idea at the end of regular time, but in the end he equalized the game and was reversed by Giroud.

Don't be careless, always pay attention to your opponents and avoid repeating the mistakes of the past!
"oops!"

"what!"

After 115 minutes of the game, the French players began to suffer from cramps frequently, some of them were real cramps, and some were just trying to delay time.

It was obvious that the Spanish players were holding their breath. This situation rarely occurred in their lineup. It seemed that only once happened to Arbeloa, who was always hit by Mahel.

"In the last few minutes! When the French team was getting closer and closer to the championship, their players couldn't hold on any longer!
"At this moment, we must hold on tight. We must not lose the victory in the end after 115 minutes of hard work!

"The Spanish team gradually launched a siege on them. The French team could no longer get the ball. Everyone retreated to defend!

"In the next few minutes, the game will definitely be a seesaw battle, and the players on both sides will play very hard."

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In the 117th minute of the game, the Spanish team chose to do something with Nasri and Sagna. Four offensive players pressed here, trying to break through the two frontal defenders and the two protective defensive players.

Ramos and Pique have both come up at this time, and they will only leave one or two people in the backcourt.

“Bang, bang. bang!”

The sound of the pass with a comfortable rhythm sounded, as if a symphony orchestra was playing a piece of music, which was extremely artistic and lethal.

"Snapped!"

The Spanish team pretended to attack the baseline where Nasri was, but changed direction at the last moment and went straight to the ribs behind Sagna, successfully achieving a local offensive and defensive victory in a 4-on-4 situation.

Xavi looked up from the wing and observed the situation in the middle. He saw many high points in the penalty area and could try to pass the ball directly and quickly.

"Bang!" He put his right foot on the football, and the inside of his instep wrapped around the ball and flew inward towards the goal.

After passing the ball, his face was filled with anticipation and nervousness, as he knew this was one of his last few chances.

"Oh!"

When it came to where the ball landed, Ramos and Koscielny formed a peak showdown between the two central defenders. In the end, Shui Ye was more skilled and overpowered Koscielny to head the ball.

The ball did not fly towards the goal, but went straight to the bottom line. He obviously made a wrong judgment in choosing the direction.

But the only good news is that the ball is not fast and will not fly out of the baseline immediately, so others still have a chance.

"Oh!"

In the crowd, Pique saw through the siege, broke through, leaped to the top like a spring, threw himself out, and headed the football to the middle.

His header, which was like a nuclear explosion, finally had the force of a nuclear explosion and successfully flew into the near corner of the net, "Swish!"

The ball went in!
Two to two ties!

They also equalized the game and saved the team at the last moment!

"Yeahhhh!" The Spaniards came back to life. Many people had been crying for more than ten minutes, but at the last moment they burst into laughter, jumping and shouting.

Pique and the Spanish players didn't even bother to pick up the ball, they rushed towards the corner flag area shaking their arms.

They didn't expect to score the winning goal in the last few minutes. After trailing for so long, they would be very satisfied if they could equalize and drag the game into a penalty shootout!

A feeling of release also appeared in the hearts of each of them. Although they firmly controlled the initiative, this game was really too difficult to play and they suffered too many grievances.

Everything is back!
The Matadors will not lose!

"Vamos!!" Ramos and Pique leaned against each other, gesturing to the Spanish fans who were waving their arms wildly in the stands. Behind them were other players hugging each other.

At the far end, Bosque and an assistant coach knelt on the ground, pointing their hands to the sky in celebration.

"Spain! They equalized with a wonderful header!! This goal was not surprising, they really should have scored!

"The French team's defense became increasingly loose in the end due to a decline in physical strength. Some of their players found it very difficult to just stand and had to use their front and back feet to support themselves to keep their bodies from shaking.

"Two to two! The score has been changed again. What a wonderful championship match!
"If the score ends with this, the game will enter an exciting penalty shootout!

"At that time, I believe that the Spanish team, which has more experience in major finals and a better goalkeeper, will have the upper hand!
"Of course, they had the upper hand to begin with. If it weren't for Maher's unstoppable world wave, they might have been celebrating in the locker room now!"

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On the sidelines of the court, Deschamps felt a sudden itch on his scalp. He scratched his scalp on both sides of his temples with both hands, and his face gradually turned red.

The assistant coach and substitute players behind him sat back down, their faces pale, and the air they breathed into their noses seemed to be tinged with more tension and heaviness.

Mahel was right in front of the celebration, and in his sadness he clearly felt the joy of the matadors and saw them partying in front of him, just as they had seen him not long ago.

He has definitely done everything, and his teammates have also tried their best. Since they still can't win in open play in the end, come on, let's have a penalty shootout!

"Fuck!" A scream sounded beside him. He turned around and found Koscielny lying on the ground again, touching the back of his thigh and shouting in pain.

He hurried over to lift his legs, wanting to help him bend his legs to relieve the pain, but was rejected by his father with a wave of his hand.

"It's not a cramp."

After Koscielny said this, two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks.

It didn't hurt. He was certainly not a coward. He just knew he was going to leave the field. "It's a strain. An old injury here has recurred."

Maher was stunned, looking at the team doctor who rushed into the field, with his index fingers entwined, signaling them to let Deschamps make a substitution.

As soon as he made this move, he suddenly froze in place, as the team had no more substitutions available.

That is to say, if Koscielny cannot persist in the game, they will be fighting with one less player!
House seemingly endless rain!

One minute later, Koscielny was carried off the field after being examined by the team doctor. The French team's situation became worse, while their opponents saw hope of scoring another goal.

Maher stood there with his hands on his hips, and a smile suddenly appeared on his gloomy face. He looked at the other players who were still standing on the field ready to continue fighting, and felt proud of them from the bottom of his heart.

The Spanish team will not be defeated by difficulties, and they won’t!
Facing respectable opponents, they also showed their tenacious character and will. Two top teams collided for the championship. No matter who wins in the end, it is worthy of admiration!

He feels proud of himself to appear in such an arena and be a part of it.

Come, let the strong wind lift up their sleeves and leave them naked on the green field; let the heavy rain wet their bodies and add some fuel to the fire in their hearts!

As long as they are still standing here, they will fight to the end!
"Beep!"

After the second kick-off, every fan stood up, and the coaches on both sides also stood on the sidelines. Everyone seemed to have become the head coach, impatiently pointing fingers at the game.

The two teams showed no mercy at all and fought each other savagely like primitive people.

In the VIP box, the atmosphere was more depressing than inside the venue.

Everyone present supports the French team or Maher. There is no joy among Spanish fans for surviving a disaster, only lamentations about the difficult situation of the team and players.

Most people thought that time should pass quickly so that the 10-man French team could enter the penalty shootout sooner. Even if they lost then, they would be able to accept it.

"Can he defend?" Michel always cares about the team and dares to ask: "Is Giroud going to be used as a central defender? He must retreat very deep."

"do not know."

Wenger was also a little confused at this time. He watched the Spanish team quickly take the ball away again, and shook his head and said: "Giroud can't come back. If he comes back, there will be no support point, and the Spanish team will all come over, which will make it more difficult to play.

"Besides, if he stays in the frontcourt to provide support, the French team might still have a chance to counterattack and score a goal." When he said the last sentence, he obviously had no confidence. In such a bad situation, it was really hard to imagine that the French team could score a goal against the Spanish team.

"Ugh"

"It was a really tense game, with emotions going up and down, all depending on the situation."

"Yeah, my heart is still beating really fast. I'm completely drawn into the game."

Other French and Polish politicians joined in the chat, with some praying quietly that the match would go smoothly.

Only Mendes remained silent, with one fist clenched to his mouth, as if waiting for something.

Halfway through the 119th minute of the game, he suddenly took his hand away from his mouth and pointed excitedly at the court, "He got the ball! There is still a chance to score!!"

Everyone followed his gaze and saw that Mahel intercepted the pass from the Spanish team to Fabregas and was dribbling the ball towards the opponent's half.

"Mael" several low murmurs were heard, as if someone was making a wish.

"Bang bang bang!"

On the field, Maher's right foot's outside touched the bottom of the football again and again. He looked up and around, and saw that only Giroud was in front of him, and no one else could come up.

He had three options, one of which was to pass the ball to Giroud and then sprint forward to look for an attacking opportunity.

One is to carry the ball to the baseline, protect the ball at the baseline to delay time, and drag the game into a penalty shootout.

The last one is to gamble your life by dribbling the ball. There is a high probability that it will fail, but if it succeeds, it will be a strong contender for the best goal in the history of this tournament.

Logically he should have chosen the last one without hesitation, but it was impossible for him not to hesitate.

The Spanish team's intention to take advantage of the situation was very clear. As long as he lost the ball, the team might be defeated and he would become the sinner.

He was not in a hurry to make a choice and continued to dribble the ball forward. Pedro and Torres caught up with him one after another. They had more physical strength and their speed was at its peak, so they were faster than him.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

He dribbled the ball and easily shook off Iniesta who was rushing towards him, and pushed him away with his body. He suddenly felt that this successful attempt gave him a kind of power, as if he had sucked the oil off Iniesta's body.

"Boom!"

He sped up again, and this time it was Busquets who came up, and the opponent chose a cautious retreat strategy.

Maher was more powerful this time. He took a small hop step like a pendulum, then dribbled the ball hard, then changed direction suddenly and successfully got rid of Busquets.

"Bang!" Busquets collided with Torres who was chasing back, and both of them fell to the ground together.

People turn their backs!

"Mael! He is slowly gaining speed and has passed three defenders. Should he choose to do it himself? There is a tighter defensive line ahead, so he'd better wait for his teammates to support him.

"But considering the physical fitness of the French team, I think it will be difficult for anyone to support him. He has to take the ball with him whether he wants to or not!
"He's charging forward, and his goal is becoming clearer, which is to get past you!"

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Maher dribbled the ball forward, his field of vision gradually narrowing, focusing only on the football under his feet and the defensive player in front of him.

At times like these, it is difficult for people to have a macro-awareness and they are more likely to focus on what is in front of them at a micro level in order to make better reactions and actions.

"Snap, snap, snap!!"

His feet pushed and flicked the football on both sides, and he suddenly felt that everyone's movements slowed down. Only he maintained a very fast speed with his good ball sense.

He saw Pique trying to steal the ball, but he dodged it and left it behind him. Then he noticed that Pedro could not keep up with his adrenaline rush and kicked him from behind, trying to knock him down.

He staggered and continued to dribble the ball forward. He didn't want to stop here.

"Ma'el Ma'el.!"

A faint shout was heard, it was the French fans shouting his name, and it became louder and louder, gradually developing into a deafening sound, "Mael!!"

Two powerful forces surged out from his waist and then penetrated his whole body. He became faster and his feet became more flexible.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

He came to Arbeloa and then stopped suddenly, changed direction and then changed direction to pass the opponent. When Ramos wanted to stretch his foot, he kicked the ball forward again and shook off the world-famous central defender.

“OneTwoThree! OhA genius performance! Magic!!
"Wow! Ramos was also left in the dust!"

The English people at the scene held their heads and screamed. Maybe Maher, who was lowering his head, did not realize what a feat he had just accomplished, but the God's perspective could see it clearly. He was about to pass everyone in one go.

"Ma'el Ma'el.!"

The French fans were still shouting his name, and the shouting was getting more and more intense and the emotions were getting more and more fanatical. Later, Deschamps and the coaching staff joined in, and then the players joined in.

They all pinned their hopes on Maher, hoping that he could complete this incredible solo challenge!

“Bang, bang!”

Maher dribbled the ball into the penalty area line, Ramos kept chasing him from the side and behind, and in front of him, Juanfran blocked his way to the outside line, seemingly wanting to surround Ramos.

His right foot stepped to the right side of the football, and it seemed that he was going to dribble the ball to the side, using his speed to eat Juanfran alive, looking for a shooting opportunity.

“Sizzle!”

But when he was halfway through spiking the ball, his right foot suddenly stepped to the left, and the ball moved to the right, changing direction.

He stopped suddenly on the spot, then started to the right and rushed towards the side and rear of Ramos who was unable to brake, because he knew that the ball would return to his feet in an elegant way!

He was right. The football passed through Ramos' crotch beautifully and slid to the position he had already booked!

When I looked up again, the goal and Casillas were already right in front of me.

"Bang!!"

He fell to the ground and shoveled the ball, seemingly to increase the shooting angle and shovel the ball to the far corner, but in fact he was just deceiving Casillas and shoveled the ball to the near corner.

Full of fake moves!
Lying on the ground and looking over, he saw the football flying towards the blind corner near the goal, while Casillas dived towards the far corner. In the process, he realized that he had been deceived and sat down on the ground.

"Swish!!" At a height of about 1.112 meters, the football stuck to the net with an inward rotation and slowly began to fall to the ground.

Maher promised that he would never forget this goal in his life. It was the most beautiful and important goal in his career so far!
More important and more beautiful than Giggs's FA Cup winner against Arsenal!

At the last minute of the game, he broke through the entire Spanish team's defense line, and scored the ball after passing countless people!
11th goal in the European Cup!
The winning goal!!

"WowYeahhhhWowww!!"

In the Warsaw National Stadium, the French fans who had just looked sad and nervous, suddenly fell into ecstasy. For them, this game was exciting.

"The ball went in! I couldn't believe my eyes! This had to be a fake?!

"Mael, who equalized the game in the final moments of regular time, scored the winning goal in the last minute of overtime with a solo run!
"1-6!! France has surpassed the scoreline!! This will be a goal that goes down in history! 11 goals in games, Maher is still improving his European Cup goal record!!"

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"O mon dieu!"

Deschamps immediately covered his face with his hands, as if he was the one who was scored the winning goal. He seemed to have an asthma attack and coughed and shouted: "O ma France!!"

After the first wave of emotions passed, he laughed wildly with joy and put his fists on top of his head, "Yeah!!"

He also felt like he was dreaming. He couldn't believe that the team could score such a goal at such a moment.

The substitute players behind him all took off their clothes, and even many assistant coaches took off their suits, swinging them in their hands while sprinting towards Maher.

The championship is won!!
"Oh my! I don't know how happy the French fans are at this moment, and how relieved Didier Deschamps and Wenger are at this moment!

“Even if you watch it as an ordinary fan, this scene is unforgettable!

"The top 1 player with the most exaggerated debut statistics in history, the 18-year-old captain of the French team, proved with his strength why he could become the youngest captain. He almost single-handedly sent the French team to the championship throne!"

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In the VIP stands, Isabella was sitting with the wives of the French team. She raised her hands high and sobbed with red eyes.

Malouda's and M'Vila's older wives held her in their arms and patted her arms, hoping that she would calm down.

But before they could comfort Isabella, they almost broke down when they saw their husbands jumping every two steps and punching every three steps on the court.

It has not been easy along the way, it has been really not easy. So many storms and tears have turned into such a climax of emotions at this moment.

"what!"

Not far from them, Uncle Clement Mael hugged his wife Betty tightly, and the glory on their family's faces could not be described in words.

The two finally kissed passionately, and tears came out of Betty's eyes. She remembered the first time she met Maher at Sheffield United and the scene when they parted.

The child who looked lonely and pitiful at the beginning has now grown into a man who stands tall and proud of a country!

"Brother! Brother!"

Tiny Ava could only jump around the adults' waists. She looked very small in this moment of celebration, but the little girl still blushed and immersed herself in her own world.

In the box behind them, Mendes stood up with a solemn expression, his cheeks puffed up, and his right hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly because he was holding too hard.

He lost his voice, and finally uttered a hoarse and intermittent sentence, "Mael, how much more can you do? Tell me! Tell me!"

"Come on!" Wenger stood up and pumped his fist. He then hugged Michel. The two most emotional people felt the surge in each other's hearts.

"Leon Mahel! He can do anything! He came into this world destined to conquer everything!"

In the commentary booth, He Wei took a deep breath and gave his own congratulatory message, "Maybe no one will care how much effort you have put in, how tired you are, or how painful it is to fall!
“Everyone will only see where you stand in the end! Because in the adult world, there is no such thing as easy!
“So in the end, I want to say that there is no such thing as accidental success, it is all a natural result after hard work!
"All his efforts have gradually transformed him into a complete and all-round star, allowing him to end his European Cup journey with such a goal today!"

"."

In the corner flag area beside the pitch, Maher's eyes were also filled with tears, and joy came in waves like the tide, causing his emotions to overflow a little each time, causing his whole body to spasm.

What kind of goal was it?
Maybe he doesn't fully understand it now and can only wait until after the game to watch the replay.

But no matter what, he remembered the distance between him and the goal when he first started holding the ball. It was extremely far away, and it always felt like a distance that would never be reached in this lifetime.

But he tried, and finally succeeded, scoring the ball near the small penalty area!
If life must be so tortuous, then he hopes that every time it will have an ending like today!

He remembered that at the celebration of the end of the Premier League season, he chose Klose's somersault to celebrate, so today, he would end his European Cup in this way!

"Snapped!"

After landing, he waved his fist at the Spanish fans and shouted the purest and most catchy Spanish phrase to celebrate, "Vamos!!"

The flip was the same as last time, and the result was the same as last time, I am the champion!!
"Mael, what do you want?! I'll give you whatever you want now!"

Giroud came up and held Maher's face with his two big hands. "I'm serious. Even if you want my wife, I will go back and discuss it with her!"

"Me too." Nasri also came over. Feeling the champion approaching them again, everyone felt like crying.

“Ding ding ding ding!”

Sagna came with music. This time he did not sing the new Mahel song, but the old version: "I have a friend! He dances the swan dance on the back line and drives a Bugatti on the sideline!"

More than 20 people instantly filled the place. It was like they were having a stadium party. They all drank like crazy, started singing and dancing, and kissed today's protagonist, Maher.

"One minute of extra time in the second half!" The extra time card was raised from the sidelines at this time. One minute of extra time means that after the next kick-off, Spain may not even have a chance to complete an attack.

This time Casillas fell to the ground, buried his head in his arms, and never raised it up again.

The others were also sitting or lying down. They all knew it was impossible and they had lost.

Many people shed tears of unwillingness, even though they had taken the lead first, they had nearly 70% of the ball possession and were playing more advanced football.

Obviously they stayed true to themselves when they were behind, and evened the score in the end, giving them hope of entering a penalty shootout.

But why. How could Maher score such a crazy goal? !

"Crash!" Suddenly dark clouds appeared over the stadium, and a rainstorm fell. The raindrops as big as beans hit the faces of the Spanish players, adding some sadness to them.

It didn't seem like this was the last moment to celebrate, nor the last moment to grieve.

The players of both teams quickly returned to their positions and waited for the next kick-off. At this time, the game time was already 120 minutes and 32 seconds.

"Beep!!"

The referee blew the whistle to start the game. Torres kicked the ball from the center circle and directly passed it to center back Pique, who kicked forward with a big foot and made a simple and direct final attack.

The ball was headed by Fabregas, and it was obvious that he was trying very hard to change the game.

But at the second penalty spot, Ben Arfa, who came on as a substitute, controlled the ball and used his small-scale control of the ball to cause Iniesta to kick him from behind, knocking him to the ground.

"Beep!" The referee called a foul, which basically determined the fate of the Spanish team.

"Yeahhh!" Cheers rang out one after another. Countless substitute players and assistant coaches stood on the sidelines, waiting for the whistle to blow so that they could rush into the field and join the starting players in celebrating.

Maher and others had already raised their arms to the sky to celebrate the final victory. They knew that once the ball was kicked, the referee would blow the whistle.

"Bang!!"

After everyone pressed forward, goalkeeper Hugo Lloris came to the set-piece spot and took the crucial shot.

Just as the football was launched into the air, before it reached its highest height, the referee put the whistle in his mouth, "Beep! Beep! Beep--!!"

"WowAaahhhh!" The French fans were in a complete riot. They took out the fireworks sticks and smoke bombs that they had prepared long ago, lit them and threw them into the stadium. This was the championship fireworks show they prepared for their team.

“Swish swish!!”

Countless beams of fire hit the court from all directions, which made people feel a little dangerous, but also quickly immersed in it, feeling this huge feast of joy.

At first, fans simply launched single-tube fireworks into the stadium at a rate of hundreds per second.

“Swish, swish, swish!!”

Later, the speed became faster and faster, and the fireworks became more and more dense, and the whole stadium was suddenly in chaos. Only scattered flames were dancing in the sky, as if the whole stadium was on fire.

"Folala!"

Most of the French team's starting players were lying on the ground. They were in the center area and the fireworks could not hit them.

Some people knelt on the ground with their hands pointing to the sky, some covered their faces and cried. They achieved the final victory.

"Yeah!" Deschamps led the assistant coaches, staff and others outside the field to rush into the field, attacking anyone they saw, but there was still a more clear destination, which was where Maher was.

Under the gaze of fans all over the world, Deschamps ran all the way towards Maher.

Maher seemed to know what he was going to do. He stood up with a smile in advance, lowered his center of gravity and spread his arms.

Like a girlfriend whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Deschamps jumped up when he was two or three meters away from Mahel and jumped onto Mahel's body.

Maher held Deschamps with both hands and hugged the famous coach in a strange way.

The two then held hands and ran amid the fireworks in the venue.

"The game is over! There was no penalty shootout! With two goals in extra time and Maher's last-gasp goal in the 2th minute, France finally defeated Spain 119-12 and won the th European Cup!

"Poland and Ukraine this summer belong to the French team, Didier Deschamps and Maher!!

"They got the Delaunay Trophy as they wished! They got the gold medal!!
“For Maher, this tournament is the one where he can really challenge the best and prove that he has the best quality!
“It’s not easy! Maybe he got the most difficult and cruelest script to reach the top!
"But as we said before, the road ahead is as difficult as it was, and the happiness at this moment is so intense! This championship is truly precious!
"All the matches of the European Cup have ended like this, but I believe that the highlights of this match, Maher's long-distance world wave and the one-on-one winning shot will be replayed over and over again!"

"Deschamps was thrown up by the French players, and Mahel was also going to be lifted up, but he got out of the way early.

"He was probably really tired and couldn't stand the exertion anymore. He devoted all his energy to this 120-minute match!
"For Deschamps, meeting Mahel is definitely the greatest luck in his coaching career. As captain, he helped the French team win the European Cup in 2000!

"Now as a coach, after 12 years, he has led the French team back to the top of Europe again!
"It wasn't easy for him either. Along the way, he cleared out a group of veteran stars headed by Ribery, and also isolated big names like Benzema from the team!

"This requires courage. He himself once said that it was Maher who gave him this strength and courage, but in the end, it was he who made the decision and took most of the responsibility!"

"."

"The Spanish golden generation led by Casillas is coming to an end, they have not completed the achievement of defending the title!

"At this moment, in this situation, they fell just one step away from the championship!
"These Spanish players gave 200% or even 1000% of their efforts in this game. They showed the strength of champions and played at their peak!
“But in the end, they failed to seize some key opportunities and failed to withstand the storm of youth from Maher!”

"."

“People may be able to understand them, because since ancient times, it has been difficult to conquer the world and even more difficult to keep it, even if you can be prepared for danger in times of peace and plan ahead.

“But you are surrounded by young people who are just as ambitious, eager and passionate as you were.

"They use you as a target and put you under a microscope to study you. Do you think it will be difficult for you to defend the world?"

"."

"The podium has been set up, and the staff has brought the trophy over. The French players will hold up their third European Cup trophy in history!

"They also tied with Germany for the team with the most European Cup wins!

"Mael may not need this championship to prove how good he is, but I think the French team needs this championship! He also needs such a perfect ending!

"He always does his best and takes down everything with the most terrifying demon king attitude!!"

"."

On the field, the French players climbed up to the podium laughing and joking. Although this height was not enough for them to see far away, it made them feel heroic.

The European Cup awards ceremony was very quick, with a host carrying gold medals onto the podium, and soon some UEFA officials put the medals around their necks and sent their blessings.

"Thank you."

Maher lowered his head to put on the medal and felt the weight on his neck. He felt very contented inside and he closed his eyes and smiled.

Soon, everyone finished the gold medal award ceremony, and many people cast expectant glances at him.

Maher understood what he meant, and wearing the captain's armband, he deservedly came to the European Cup trophy, kissed the trophy and held it in his hands.

It still has some weight. Looking at the trophy up close, he couldn't hide the smile on his face. This is the trophy that many superstars will never be able to get close to in their lifetime.

After nearly a month of hard work and perseverance in the face of countless difficulties, he finally stood here, holding it in his hands.

It wasn't 'there' anymore, it was now, in his hand!
Maher placed the trophy on his lower abdomen, and trotted all the way to the podium, facing the players and coaches first, growling and gathering strength: "Ohhhh!"

When everyone's emotions reached their highest point, he turned to face the fans and raised the Delaunay Trophy above his head with both hands, "Yeahhhh!"

They are the champions!!
"Bang bang bang!"

Golden streamers shot up into the sky from all directions and fell from their heads, intensifying their joy, and everyone shouted hysterically, "Aahhhh!!"

The rain hadn't stopped yet, but it had little effect on them. Instead, it was a stimulant that added to their joy, diluted their fatigue, and made their impression of the day more profound.

"The French team lifted the championship trophy on a rainy night! Maher realized his dream in Warsaw!!
"Congratulations to them, congratulations to Maher! 12 years ago, it was Deschamps and Zidane who lifted this trophy! 12 years later, it was Maher who, as the captain, lifted this trophy with the Arsenal team!
"From scoring twice in the first round of the group stage, scoring twice in the second round, to scoring a world-class goal in the last round!
"From the final 8 to the final 4! To the hat trick in the semi-finals, to the equalizer and the buzzer beater in overtime in the final!!
“He made history with 6 goals in 11 games, surpassing his predecessor Michel Platini and achieving an amazing achievement!!
“I believe that after the awards ceremony he will not only win the Golden Boot, but also the title of Best Player!

"With this trophy and his performance in the league, he is even expected to compete for the UEFA Best Player! Or even the Ballon d'Or!
"Let's wait and see what else he can bring us! I believe that this player who won his fourth championship in his second year of debut will still strive for the goal of the Grand Slam!
"Will he become the most terrifying player of all time? Will he become the best in history? I think it's worth looking forward to!"

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)