From Arsenal to the Ball God-Chapter 197 - 63: First Premier League Goal Incoming! Pagani Ignites! The Shut-Up Celebration!

That was exactly what he wanted, he nudged the ball, cutting inside along the edge of the penalty area.

"Oh.....!" On the right half of Newcastle United's goal area, Arsenal's traveling fans sat cheering as they saw Ma'el potentially about to shoot.

"Cut inside!"

"Shoot!!"

"Go for it, kid!"

"He's got it in him!"

They waved their fists in Ma'el's direction, encouraging the young man they had longed to see.

At this moment, Ma'el was advancing at high speed, unable to hear what they were saying, but he could see their encouraging gestures and eager eyes.

"Boom boom boom....."

He dribbled laterally, using his outstanding rhythm and burst of speed to leave the oncoming Ryan Taylor behind.

Seeing the goal lay wide open before him, his eyes focused, he took a deep breath and held it, knowing the opportunity had arrived!

"Hey!" Van Persie pointed towards the open space behind Ryan Taylor, ready to make a diagonal run and called for the ball from Ma'el.

"Boom!!"

Ma'el didn't pass to him, instead nudged the ball to the right and, with his right foot slicing like a scimitar, curled the ball upward.

He found the opportunity for a dipping shot!

He naturally had to take it himself! 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

His eyes followed the trajectory of the ball, seeing the Newcastle United defenders looking back at the net, and Van Persie, unable to receive the pass, spreading his hands helplessly.

He saw Newcastle's goalkeeper Krul diving out... but his hands were still several inches away from the ball.

"Swish!" The ball elegantly curled into the side of the net, following its curve as it slid into the back of the net.

He scored!

He netted his first goal in the Premier League!!

"Yeah.....!!" The area behind the net, filled with thousands of Arsenal fans, erupted in jubilation. Countless hands waved in the air, hats and scarves tossed into the sky.

They're in the lead!

The young Ma'el they had high hopes for, scored his first goal!

"Oh....!" Ma'el's brain rushed with blood, a sudden surge filled his body, making his vocal cords tremble involuntarily, releasing a shout.

He sprinted towards the Arsenal fan section, extending his left arm to high-five the fans who were a little closer.

Seeing those ecstatic faces, he broke into a heartfelt smile, reached the corner flag, and couldn't resist leaping to kick it.

First Premier League goal!

First Arsenal official match goal!

With this goal, he would begin his goal-scoring career representing Arsenal!

"Oh.....!" Van Persie was the first to rush over, holding his head. He had just been complaining that Ma'el didn't pass to him, but unexpectedly, Ma'el scored by himself.

"A magnificent solo show!" He jumped up onto Ma'el's back, smiling and waving to the Arsenal fans in the stands.

Other teammates quickly joined; Gervinho tried to leap towards them both, but they dodged, slightly awkward; he pretended to head towards the corner flag and slapped it.

"Pagani ignited!" Sagna arrived, quoting from the 'Song of Ma'el' to praise the goal.

Death God Ramsey soon joined, his congratulations simple: "Didn't expect your first Premier League goal to come so soon! Congratulations!"

"Just the beginning!" Ma'el smiled, extending his hands for high-fives with each of them, the rush of excitement not yet fading. He finally scored in the top league.

He planned to make a sticker for every Premier League goal celebration and put up a photo wall at home!

When it fills an entire wall one day, it would mean he truly became a superstar!

"He scored!!" In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun's raspy yet high-pitched excited voice rang out: "Ma'el's curling wonder goal! This is his first Premier League goal! And it's a cut-in from the wing!

"A top winger-level goal! Ma'el scored the first goal for Arsenal in the 11-12 season!

"Does he even need an adaptation period? This performance makes it seem like the Premier League needs to adapt to him!"

Zhan Jun laughed hoarsely, regretting that no one could answer his question, as he currently didn't have a commentary partner.

"Yeah.....!!"

On the sidelines, Wenger, who had been eagerly waiting, saw the ball hit the net and raised his arms, turning around laughing towards the coaching seats.

An amazing goal!

Wonderful Ma'el!

They were comfortably leading away!

Philip and other assistant coaches quickly rushed up, surrounding him in a group hug.

"A new era has arrived!"

Seeing the team's new season's look, Philip couldn't help but boast: "We have a new sharpshooter, and he'll continue to be magical!"

"I am sure!" Wenger responded simply, attempting to close his mouth several times but kept bursting into a bright smile, unable to contain it.

Celebrating up to this point, he remembered something and glanced towards the opposing coach's Alan Pardew.

The opponent, somewhat shocked, pinched his chin with his right hand, standing motionless, still buffering the disappointment of conceding a goal.

"Oh.... oh.....!"

Wenger mimicked Alan Pardew's earlier triple strike, directing the first two strikes towards him, drawing the latter's attention as he instinctively turned to look at Wenger.

"Yeah!" Wenger delivered the final hit, as if striking Alan Pardew's face just as he turned, making the latter's face instantly darken.

He was by no means discreet when celebrating; in fact, hardly anyone could remain calm in the fiery atmosphere of the pitch.

When you're immersed in everything here, the tiniest details might stir your heart, the simplest moves intensifying your emotions!

Especially when the young player you had high hopes for scores his first club goal, his first top league goal!

Provoked?

Just ride this wave of high spirits and return it back to you!

"Hey!" At this moment, Alan Pardew was unwilling, running towards the fourth official to report Wenger.

The fourth official, mediating the interlude, approached Wenger, hoping he would pay attention to his actions.

"I will," Wenger waved his hand, his attitude upright, giving the impression of hitting cotton to the official.

On the field, Ma'el, celebration over, ran back to his side of the pitch, casting a glance at the extreme Newcastle fans on the left, placing his right finger to his lips, making a hush gesture.

Incite people to kick his legs?

Then use the goal to retaliate against you!

"Hiss hiss hiss.....!" The pitch quickly echoed with boos, gradually increasing until it enveloped the field. Many Newcastle United fans pointed at his back, cursing vehemently.

"Son of a b****!"

"Beat him up!"

"Cocky brat, what's his intention?"

"Teach him a lesson!"

Back in his position, Ma'el clearly saw fans standing up on the left, pointing and cursing him, hearing it quite clearly.

He didn't get angry this time because he returned as a victor!

No matter how much the opposing extreme fans yelled, it only added to his excitement, making him even more eager to drive the ball mercilessly into their net again!

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ps: At least two more chapters this afternoon; the previous warm-up match wasn't well-written, apologizing to everyone, striving for better in the future.

Hanging a monthly update chart.