From Arsenal to the Ball God-Chapter 200 - 64: Newcastle United Fans’ Taunts! Keep Booing, Keep Shouting!! Wenger Falls for the Triple Punch!

"Bang!!" His toe touched the bottom of the football, lifting it with a downward spin, flying towards the center of the penalty area.

After Van Persie kicked the ball, he looked on with great anticipation and immediately saw a teammate wearing the number 11 jersey appear near the goal line.

"Ma'el?" He widened his eyes. He had entered the penalty area with a direct pass from Ma'el, and just as he'd finished shooting, Ma'el rushed over?

The speed was undeniable, but more importantly... he had anticipated the possibility of a follow-up shot and a second attack, and started as soon as the moment began!

"Bang!!" At the back point, Ma'el's forehead made contact with the football, smashing it into the almost empty goal, "Swish!!"

He had been waiting for this kind of opportunity!

A brace!

Second goal in his Premier League career!

"Wow.....!!" The sound released in the Arsenal traveling fans' section finally exploded; no one sat back down as everyone stood up, jumping and throwing little items into the sky.

"It's him again!"

"Two goals in the debut!"

"A story to tell for a lifetime!"

"Here it comes!"

Ma'el, watching the football firmly hit the net, heard the cheers of the fans around him, grinned, and ran towards the fans' section again.

It felt like there was a source of energy within that would never be exhausted; he flung his body forward, first performing a side handspring to stretch out, and using the momentum, he directly executed a backflip, drawing a beautiful circle in the air before landing.

With improved coordination, performing such a celebration was not difficult for him.

"Wow.....!!" The cheers from the Arsenal fans' section rose another notch; sometimes, after a goal, seeing such a pleasing celebration is really inspiring.

Ma'el's celebration wasn't over yet; he took a few small steps to build momentum, then sprinted a few steps towards the fans' section and leapt, swinging his right fist, "Oh.....!"

Amid the enormous pressure from the home team fans, he scored another goal in this stadium, extending the lead!

"Oh ho!"

Ma'el quickly felt someone leap onto him from behind, numerous arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him back and forth.

His teammates came up..... They were equally excited, celebrating enthusiastically towards the fans' section.

"Ma'el!"

Van Persie extended his hands to high five Ma'el, shaking his head and saying, "I've been waiting for your assist for so long, and instead, I ended up providing you one first."

"That's not my fault," Ma'el shook his head with a smile, pointing to the penalty area, "If you had just scored that ball directly, it wouldn't have been my turn."

Van Persie shrugged slightly helplessly, though it was clear he was quite happy with providing the assist.

He stepped forward and hugged Ma'el tightly, facing the Arsenal fans he was already familiar with, raising his left hand to point at Ma'el, as if introducing a superstar to old friends.

After the celebration, Ma'el looked at the silent stands of the Magpie Army, at the extraordinarily quiet Newcastle coaching bench, and thought his goal had finally been temporarily achieved.

He hadn't let them off, everyone saw how they had just insulted them!

"Shhh....." Ma'el made a silencing and disapproving gesture towards the stands where the biggest insults had come from, also aiming at Newcastle's coaching bench, stirring up another uproar at the scene.

Keep hissing, keep yelling!

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On the sidelines, at the Arsenal coaching bench.

"Oh.....!"

Wenger immersed himself in enjoying the attacking transformation Ma'el brought to Arsenal, already engrossed, and now was further stimulated.

Another one!

Two-nil!

"That's it! That's it!" Philip and others erupted from their seats for the second time, embracing in celebration with him.

What he meant, of course, was that this match might have it, they might get 3 points.

This would be a perfect start!

"He's fantastic!" Wenger nodded, not waiting too long this time, taking advantage of the heated atmosphere, and directly striding towards the opponent's coaching bench.

"Oh....! Oh....! Yeah.....!" He swung three punches in Alan Pardew's direction again, not thinking it excessive, having been mocked on the away ground for a long time.

Now that they had scored, how could they celebrate without involving the opposition?

With these three punches swung, Wenger also felt some long-suppressed things within him dissipate with each roar, greatly changing his state.

Joyful!

Bright!

Full of hope!

"He won't....." Remembering something, he turned and smiled at Philip, "Maybe a chance for a debut hat-trick?"

Philip thought for a moment, then turned his head with a shocked expression, "It's possible!"

......

"It's scored again!!"

From the broadcast room, Zhan Jun's voice reached its highest pitch, making the audience feel as if they were on the scene: "Ma'el's header from the point! Expanding Arsenal's lead to two-nil on the pitch!"

"Truly a shocking young talent, he perfectly met the expectations and anticipations of the Arsenal fans! New season, let's wait and see!

"Wow.....we see that whether it's Ma'el or Wenger's celebration, there's a strong sense of purpose, not only having opinions on the home fans but also the opposing coaching staff!

"The atmosphere on the field is quite intense, and at this moment, the appearance of this goal is crucial! It greatly undermined the home team's momentum while instantly making the away team's will unbreakable!

"Let's revisit the replay; this was a threatening attack initiated by Ma'el himself with a direct pass; who would have thought, it was him who ended up scoring!

"Haha.....Alan Pardew doesn't look too good, which is understandable; let's see if they can come up with some changes!

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PS: Haven't adjusted my schedule yet, there might only be 16k today, I'm adjusting it the hard way, staying up all day without sleep.