From Arsenal to the Ball God

Chapter 505: Chapter 131: 20th League Victory! Drastic Value Surge! Team’s Value Soars Driven by Ma’el!

"Aahh.....!"

In the penalty area, Van Persie excitedly jumped up with both hands raised, his legs tucked behind his body, his whole body bending backward.

Another one!

After two consecutive large-scale clashes, they were able to score goals.

Every time the emotion began to rise, they could seize the moment to score and unleash all their emotions.

This feeling is wonderful!

Working with such a sharp forward is truly a great joy in his career, and he’s glad that they are teammates now, not opponents.

"Everything’s going smoothly this month!"

On the way to celebrate with Mael, Van Persie put his arm around Walcott, raised his hand and laughed, "The contrast with last month is so obvious, we must keep on winning!"

"Four in a row!"

Walcott, equally excited, raised his hand, greeting the fans while running towards Mael.

"Ha...!"

Instead of standing idle in the penalty area, Mael ran towards the sidelines after a round of celebrations, ready to slide on the wet and soft turf.

It’s been a long time since he did a slide celebration, and today, with the rainy weather, it’s perfect for a longer slide!

Almost 30 goals!

"Come on!"

Mael leaned back elegantly and slid out, instantly sending mud and water flying from the turf, cascading around him.

Van Persie and Walcott, along with Sagna and others who joined in from the sidelines, also quickly knee-slid together, and some even laid on the ground and slid out.

In this corner flag area, a large splash rose, but in this atmosphere, they looked more like spectacular ribbons falling from the sky.

"Bomber!"

On the sidelines, Wenger turned to embrace Philip, then waved to the fans in the stands, signaling them to cheer louder.

This goal absolutely deserved even more thunderous applause.

"Ahght.....!" The fans responded eagerly, and soon louder cheers reverberated throughout Emirates Stadium.

Wenger looked at them, filled with happiness, clenched his fists, and shook his arms a few more times.

"That header?" Philip noticed something unusual, grabbed his arm, struggled to find the words, and finally said, "Isn’t something off?"

"I noticed it long ago."

Wenger turned back, watching Mael getting up and hugging his teammates at the corner flag area, and said animatedly, "But he has speed, burst, and power, so it’s not strange for him to head in a ball like that."

"Then what about me?" Henry raised his hand, seemingly wanting to say something, "I have those too, so why is my heading so bad?"

"Haha....."

He made Wenger and Philip laugh, with the latter explaining, "The game was played brilliantly, but Mael’s heading isn’t necessarily great either.

"However..... players have been heading the ball more lately, it always feels like he is constantly improving in this area.

"It’s a bit frightening, it seems like he might actually develop his heading to the level of his other skills."

Wenger shook his head, but there was hope in his eyes, as he always waited for the day Mael would truly become an all-rounder.

In the VIP section, the four of them once again embraced their friends and family, celebrating even more fervently than before.

"Mael!"

David naively shouted towards the field, as if Mael could hear him, "Beautiful! Completely outplayed Ledley King, scoring even in aerial combat!"

"Ah woo... hmm woo...!"

Chloe was also cheering, mostly expressing her excitement by clapping her hands.

From their angle, they could clearly see the players getting up and celebrating by the corner flag area.

Her parents quickly approached her, sharing high-fives and hugs.

"Chloe." Her mother lovingly adjusted her hair, sighing, "Arsenal is such a warm club, I never thought you could actually know their players.

"And the players even accepted the gifts we sent without any disdain.

"You’ve really become a lot more cheerful than before... listen to him, keep drawing, okay?"

Looking at Mael down below, her mother smiled, "If one day, your drawings are excellent, maybe you could be as dazzling as him.

"Even if not, you can become closer, maybe even friends.

"Take him as your role model, he’s your strength, you should strive to be near him."

Chloe blushed and nodded, turning to look at Mael, a bit absent-minded, not even hearing what her father was saying to her.

"Leon Mael...!"

In front of them, an old man was whispering but excitedly explaining to a young boy, "An absolutely stunning header bombardment! It’s not a goal a human should be able to score, his physique is incredible!

"He made a shocking leap with his explosive jump, using his absolute strength to overpower Ledley King and complete a headed goal in the air!

"Everyone at Emirates Stadium is cheering and applauding for him! With consecutive outstanding performances in derbies, he is sure to become a fan favorite king!"

His commentary was comically passionate, though quiet, it didn’t lack any emotion.

The young boy eagerly clapped, furrowing his brow slightly as if trying hard to imagine the fiery scene of the world he couldn’t see.

"Oh...!" The old man, seeing his expression, added, "And there’s a little boy clapping for him too! Did you see? Such a handsome boy, Mael will wave at him!"

"Hehe...!" The young boy smiled warmly, with his parents smiling behind him.

On the other side, the two people who had just arrived with a group of friends watched the scene, feeling upset as they lowered their heads and didn’t celebrate the goal for long.