"The ball is in! In the 87th minute of the match! Ma’el’s solo run pushes Arsenal ahead once again!"

In the broadcast booth, Zhan Jun’s hoarse shout carried a tremble, "An unimaginable goal, at this moment, he seemed to fly like the wind, striding through the entire Tottenham defense!

"A double, his 10th goal in the Premier League! Ma’el now tops the Premier League’s scoring charts!

"I think Tottenham should regret taking over two minutes to celebrate after equalizing... this leaves them with little time to chase after conceding again!

"This is the brilliance of a derby! No one knows how the game will change, how joy will alight upon someone’s head, or change hands multiple times!

"Three to two! This could be the winning goal!"

After him, Zhang Lu, who also held back his words this time, quickly added, "Look at the replay, Tottenham’s defense crowded together at that moment.

"It was just such a tiny error, existing for just an instant, that Ma’el seized, rushing forward with a powerful touch past the defense.

"With such a player, you simply can’t leave him be, someone has to keep an eye on him constantly, a slight lapse.... various scenarios collide, and the goal comes."

On the sidelines, right in front of the Tottenham fans, the entire Arsenal bench descended into madness, celebrating with wild gestures.

Philip opened his arms, preparing to rush out from the bench to celebrate with the others.

In front of him, Wenger finally couldn’t maintain his calm demeanor anymore, with his knees slightly bent, leaning back, fists clenched, looking up at the sky and roaring, "Yeah.....!"

Three to two!

From trailing to equalizing to overtaking, from leading to being pegged back to a last-minute win!

Who can stay calm?

"Oh.....!"

This time, Wenger didn’t escape the overt and covert attacks from Philip and others, he was quickly tackled to the ground by the excited Arsenal coaching staff, lying down somewhat awkwardly.

"Haha!"

In the end, whether tired or just wanting to enjoy the moment quietly, he lay flat on the grass with a smile, forming a splendid spectacle.

Whether in terms of his height or his attire and status... this was bound to be a captivating scene, stirring up another wave of excitement among the Arsenal fans.

On the field, on the other side, Van Persie and Walcott exchanged glances as they stood nearby.

"What should I say?!"

Van Persie beamed, rubbing his face in disbelief and then excitedly charged toward the nearby stands.

"This has to be a joke!" Walcott couldn’t articulate his emotions either, jumping onto Van Persie’s back in astonishment.

A last-minute goal doesn’t necessarily need the scorers to celebrate, in this moment the pent-up emotions give everyone the pleasure of scoring themselves!

The joy of impending victory makes them ecstatic, especially when facing a bitter rival!

Some of them rush straight to the nearest fan section to share the joy with the fans close by.

"Aahh.....!"

With Walcott on his back, Van Persie wildly waved at the ecstatic Arsenal fans.

Of course, they hadn’t forgotten Ma’el, after the first round of celebrations, they pointed in Ma’el’s direction.

The two fingers soon turned into thumbs, openly showing their admiration and appreciation for Ma’el.

A core?

If this isn’t the core, then no one can be!

After setting down Walcott, Van Persie beckoned him to run toward Ma’el, ready to celebrate this wonderful goal together.

Van Persie once thought that with the arrival of the new Ma’el, there were signs of him overshadowing him... When the other truly became the team’s core, with higher ranking on the scoring list, more attention, would he feel uneasy?

At that time, he couldn’t give a precise answer, believing his heart was avoiding the issue.

So, the ultimate conclusion was ’there would definitely be some discomfort’.

But now, when he felt Ma’el continuously bringing victories, points, and hope for titles to the team, he analyzed his heart and found no displeasure.

They can still coexist, united in charging toward a common goal!

What does age matter?

As long as he can lead Arsenal to revival, achieving honor, even if he’s only 16, he’s still worthy of respect.

...

In the box seat area, still enveloped in a celebratory mood, the die-hard Arsenal fans in their jerseys embraced each other, dancing all sorts of celebratory dances.

They are going to win in the end!

"Ma’el!"

"That was explosive!"

"A goal more thrilling than ’that one’, I’m going to pass out!"

"My throat’s hoarse again, watching football really can curb the urge to smoke... cough cough!"

At the front stand, Chloe clapped her hands vigorously, her face flushed, not yet out of the emotion from the goal.

"Chloe!"

David’s shout came from behind her, as she turned, seeing him tug at his jersey, hinting, "A goal dedicated to you!"

"Ha ha... ha...!" Chloe couldn’t make a smooth laugh, but still had a broad smile and clapped slightly faster.

She knew David was joking with her, but so what, it made her very happy.

Not far from them, an elderly man in a wheelchair and a little boy sitting on his parents’ lap found each other and exchanged greetings.