From Arsenal to the Ball God

Chapter 507: Chapter 131: 20th League Victory! Soaring Market Value! Ma’el Boosts the Entire Squad’s Worth!

Danny Rose watched Ma’el dribble the ball up, lowered his center of gravity, and focused on the ball at Ma’el’s feet, preparing for an unexpected move.

"Aye!" He suddenly leaped forward, stabbing his left leg out at top speed, attempting to poke the ball away from Ma’el’s feet.

Just when he thought Ma’el was unprepared, Ma’el flicked his toes, lifting the ball over Rose’s foot.

Another chip!

Trick play!

"Aahh...!" Arsenal fans were thrilled today, responding with a cheer.

Danny Rose was taken aback, tried to pull back and turn to pursue, but found Ma’el already four or five meters away.

"Boom!"

Ma’el quickly delivered a cross, with the ball sliding past their goal, almost tapped in by the lurking Walcott.

"Hey! Don’t kick it!" Michael Dawson, at the center back position, was finally spared the blame, quickly passing it off.

Danny Rose hung his head, feeling he had been too reckless, and resolved to stay calm next time.

"Boom boom...!"

In the 68th minute, Ma’el came charging again, targeting Danny Rose with the ball.

Danny Rose lowered his center of gravity, reminding himself not to make a rash tackle, to guard the inside line, allow the outside line, and stay close.

"Boom...!"

Ma’el then nudged the ball behind him, quickly accelerating to move past.

He swiftly turned, prepared to pursue, only to feel a surge of force from the left; Ma’el arriving parallel to him in just two strides, even ready to engage physically.

"Thud!"

Danny Rose fell sideways, and just before hitting the ground, grabbed Ma’el’s jersey to pull him down as well.

Ma’el didn’t fall but was stopped, frustratedly jumping in place and raising his hands to the referee.

"Whistle!" The referee quickly approached, showing Danny Rose a yellow card.

Danny Rose got up, feeling dazed, bewildered at having received a yellow card despite not even making a proper kick.

"Mark him! Mark him!"

His teammates yelled from afar; he glanced around, only feeling more confused.

Where is he?

What should he be doing?

On the sidelines.

"....." Redknapp watched as he turned his head bewilderedly from side to side, helplessness spreading across his face.

"Boom!"

Six minutes later, Arsenal’s Walcott seized a counterattack opportunity, charging solo into Tottenham’s box, unleashing a powerful shot.

Michael Dawson closely tracked him, sliding in to block at the moment of the shot.

Yet the ball deflected off his leg and still flew into the net.

Michael Dawson lay on the ground as if to sleep, unwilling to get up again.

"Yeah...!"

Arsenal players rushed to the corner flag, celebrating their victory securing with a collective knee slide.

...

In the subsequent time, Tottenham gave up on defense, pressing everyone into Arsenal’s half, seeking a face-saving goal in the final moments.

Also to deliver something for the traveling supporters.

"Boom!"

In the 83rd minute, Modric broke past Alexander Song and unleashed a dipping shot aimed at Arsenal’s goal’s top corner.

"Boom!" But surprisingly, Szczeny not only reached the ball but also held it securely.

"Dum dum dum!"

From the wing, seeing Szczeny with the ball, Ma’el quickly sprinted towards the opponent’s half to seek a counterattack opportunity.

Szczeny caught on, quickly getting up and throwing the ball toward Ma’el’s path.

Danny Rose, having just joined the attack and not far from his own half, quickly reached the ball’s vicinity.

"Tactical foul!"

Redknapp, right beside him, gestured to quickly stop Ma’el.

"Rip!" Danny Rose had planned just that; eyeing Ma’el diagonally ahead, he launched into a fierce slide tackle, prepared to be carded.

"Thump!!"

Ma’el instantly tensed his body, using all his strength in his powerful thighs to counter the sweeping tackle.

For an ordinary slide, he’d withstand it, knowing not to exert force and risk a worse fall.

But the tackle was too fierce; relaxing could risk injury.

At this moment, he had to ensure his body was in optimal condition, using his strength to counter the tackle to protect himself!

"Crack!"

A crisp bone collision echoed, as their bodies clashed with knees hitting knees.

It could only be said Danny Rose was unlucky; if he had hit Ma’el’s ankle first, no matter Ma’el’s strength, he could have taken him down.

But it was the knee, where the center of gravity is higher, bearing all the lower body’s force.

Worse still, to increase tackle distance, he straightened his leg while Ma’el was bent at the knee when tackled.

Thus, everyone witnessed a startling scene on site.

"Dum dum... dum!"

Danny Rose made a fierce slide tackle on Ma’el, clearly hitting him solidly, yet Ma’el only stumbled slightly and regained his balance to continue forward.

But that wasn’t all. Having completed the tackle, he didn’t get back up.

He sat on his outstretched left leg, his right leg stiffly straight, face twisted in pain, one hand clutching his knee, "No...!"