From Arsenal to the Ball God-Chapter 179 - 58: This Year! In the Prime of Youth! The Best Birthday Gift for Myself!

"The ball's in!! Van Persie easily scores a goal from the center!!"

In the studio, Shen Fangjian raises his voice but keeps it controlled, trying to convey the excitement from the scene to the viewers in front of their TVs. "The assist came from number 31, Ma'el, who just returned from loan!

"I mentioned earlier that if Bayern Munich plays too aggressively, they'll leave a lot of space at the back for Ma'el, which is problematic!

"Raphinha couldn't stop him at all, and Badstuber couldn't effectively protect! His speed is wild, much faster than Arshavin who stood in that position before!

"He no longer looks like a 'winged horse' but more like a 'winged supercar'! He disrupted Bayern Munich's defense in the simplest way!

"Sitting on the bench, there's another 'supercar' from Arsenal, Walcott, and I'm very curious about how Ma'el's speed compares to Walcott's?"

After speaking, Shen Fangjian laughed as he looked towards the fans in the stands, capturing the excitement and surprise of the domestic Arsenal fans at that moment.

He let out a slight sigh of relief. Before the match, he was somewhat worried that the two European powerhouse teams would not play hard and just put on a casual performance for the fans.

If it turned out to be boring, then the fans who traveled all the way here might leave with disappointment and grievance instead of hope.

As it stands now, that's not the case!

The match is exciting, especially with Arsenal's young talent on the wing, showing immense fighting spirit and enthusiasm right from the start, delivering a spectacular performance for the fans.

In the stands, front section of C block, Lin Youliang waved the Arsenal flag with a flushed face, extremely excited, but he had to finish his work first.

"Youliang! Youliang!!"

Zhou Yi rushed down from the stands and jumped onto his back, wrapping his arms tightly around him from the front, instinctively pinching a couple of spots.

Lin Youliang quickly dodged to the side, realizing this was someone without boundaries... However, in such a mood, he couldn't possibly get angry and instead turned with a smile to look at him.

"What I wrote in the post is right!"

Zhou Yi was enthusiastic, eager to prove himself, "He could be Arsenal's new Henry, maybe even better than Henry, with top-notch shooting ability that hasn't been shown yet.

"The speed he used just now doesn't even rank among his strengths! He has many more tricks up his sleeve!"

This time, Lin Youliang didn't know what to say, just nodding heavily to affirm the statement.

......

"Wom.....!"

On the field, the roar covering the entire stadium was unending. The atmosphere at Beijing Workers' Stadium reached its peak at this moment, with many jubilant Arsenal fans celebrating in every stand.

Ma'el stood at the wing position, listening to the deafening roar, showing a crazed smile and spreading his arms towards the sky.

"Come on....!" he clenched his fists, raising his arms high as he ran towards the Dutch God Striker with a look of frenzy.

Seeing Van Persie's excited face and looking at the Arsenal jersey on him, Ma'el's peripheral vision also caught sight of the Arsenal emblem on his chest, hitting him with a strong sense of impact at the moment.

This is not the Championship in front of him, and his partners are not the British local players Evans and Bolodanovich, but one of the best forwards in Europe!

They cooperated to score a goal for Arsenal!

And, it was against the European top club Bayern Munich, facing a bunch of top stars!

He could see the backs of Raphinha and Badstuber rolling their eyes to the sky, and the German captain Lam clapping his hand and encouraging his teammates with a helpless face.

He could also see other Bayern midfielders chasing back to the penalty area, mechanically turning around in sync after the ball found the net, walking towards the center circle.

The goalkeeper Neuer, still very young and just transferred to Bayern, did not dare express dissatisfaction with his defenders after conceding, and simply picked up the ball and threw it to the center circle without a word.

This scene unfolding like a painting before his eyes made him wonder if he was dreaming again.

But listening to the cheers in his ears and feeling the muggy atmosphere even in the air, everything was so real, so genuine.

He was truly standing on the sideline, a part of this scene, and one of its protagonists at the moment.

"Ma'el!"

Van Persie finally ran over, wrapping his arm around Ma'el's shoulder, and together they charged towards the side of the field to celebrate.

The two then separated, sliding on their knees along the grass at Beijing Workers' Stadium with a roar, and after getting up, still exhilarated, embraced each other with high spirits.

"Amazing!"

Van Persie heavily patted the back of the young talent in front of him, feeling like everything had hope, and envisioned, "I'm waiting for you in the Premier League and the Champions League to give me such assists. We're going to score 20 together!"

"Let's go!" Ma'el excitedly high-fived him, then turned to look at the coaching area on the sidelines, wanting to wave towards Wenger.

He didn't expect that over there, they were also busy celebrating, with no time to notice him.

......

"Oh....!" Philip ran out from the coaching bench, clutching his head with wide eyes, "Are you kidding me?!"

He reached the back of Wenger, intending to leap onto Wenger's back but saw that the latter was calmly high-fiving and hugging those around him without any intention of extravagant celebrations.