Chapter 314: Chapter 97: Judging the Situation Upgraded to Level 4! The Tragedy Begins! Didier Deschamps’ Lament!

Fortunately, this time Arteta’s pass was rather reckless... After twisting his body nimbly, he was still ahead of Ma’el in terms of position.

But just like last time, this ball sliding towards the baseline, whether he could catch it or not, was a hot potato.

Azpilicueta glanced back, Ma’el was still about three body lengths away from him... Maybe he could choose to pass back to the goalkeeper in the middle?

He came in front of the football, turned his body to the right, just about to lift his foot to intercept, only to find Ma’el was already in front of him.

So fast?

Azpilicueta still underestimated Ma’el’s speed without the ball, realizing a confrontation seemed inevitable.

The devil is coming!

"Bang!" A bell-like sound echoed, unheard by the outside world... but Azpilicueta could hear it, the sound of his blood and flesh turning, his internal organs trembling.

He instantaneously shot out uncontrollably towards the baseline, bouncing three or four meters away, and even though his coordination was excellent, he still fell sideways. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

It was like dropping a wallet on the ground, doing a goat-like move as if training core power to retrieve it.

This wasn’t even over, due to overwhelming power disparity... after picking up the wallet, his body still propelled him forward.

Azpilicueta really wanted to reverse this awkward state, but to no avail; instead, it made his body curl up, his feet off the ground, forming a rather embarrassing posture.

He knew he looked ridiculous and that it would become a gif meme by tomorrow.

Like the wallet he picked up was someone else’s, fleeing from those chasing him.

This wasn’t even the worst part... what’s important is, he was about to collide with photographers on the track.

"Crash!" Azpilicueta knocked over several photographers and recording equipment, dragging a crowd to the ground with him.

A full seven or eight meters away!

After falling, Azpilicueta didn’t want to get up, yet some kind photographers kept supporting him.

Azpilicueta stood up with a helpless face, just in time to see Marseille fans holding their heads, their eyes staring fearfully towards the center.

"Boom!"

"Swish!"

Two crisp sounds echoed from behind him, followed by the cheers from Arsenal’s traveling fans on the distant stands: "Yeah...!!"

He painfully closed his eyes, glancing at the photographer beside him, wanting to say, can I lie down for a bit longer?

Turning his head, he saw Van Persie pointing all the way at Ma’el, running towards the corner flag, it should be another Van-Ma combination.

Shifting his gaze, he saw Deschamps with a very complex expression, filled with worry, dissatisfaction, and a trace of inner confusion.

Deschamps: "..."

Azpilicueta: "..."

Zero to four.

And it’s halftime zero to four, this must be the most lopsided halftime score in this Champions League season!

What else could he do?

"Beep! Beep——!" The referee blew the whistle to end the first half, the Marseille players finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if the sky cleared a bit.

But thinking of still sitting through the other half, their faces darkened again.

Deschamps walked into the dressing room with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, or simply wanting to escape the pitch quickly?

"Bang! Bang!"

When Ma’el entered the players’ tunnel, he quickly heard the sound of things being thrown from the Marseille dressing room, feeling Deschamps’ fiery temper, he smiled a bit.

This impression should be deep enough.

minutes, he completed 1 goal and 2 assists!

...

In the 54th minute of the second half, Deschamps stood on the sidelines watching Azpilicueta tackle Ma’el and get a yellow card, calling former Liverpool player Jimmy Traore over.

This is a center-back with considerable defensive experience, having been through the Istanbul miracle, hopefully his presence would stabilize things.

"When you go up, play in the full-back position, don’t press forward, just entangle Ma’el."

Deschamps patted Jimmy on the shoulder, entrusting him with great responsibility, "It’s up to you!"

"No worries, boss."

Jimmy Traore glanced at the time, thinking that Ma’el shouldn’t have much strength left, he should be able to hold, confidently saying, "I have my advantages."

The substitution board was raised, and Jimmy Traore came on amidst Deschamps’ applause, finally relieving Azpilicueta from the half-long imprisonment.

minutes later, Arsenal launched a quick counterattack, Jimmy Traore clearly not adjusted to the rhythm, trailing at the end.

"Boom!"

Arteta, probably having suffered from him in the Premier League, seized the chance for a long pass behind him, wanting to take advantage of the veteran.

"Duh duh duh!"

Ma’el quickly cut in behind him, Jimmy Traore didn’t even turn around before being overtaken and devoured.

Vulnerable!

"Pop!" The football struck Ma’el’s thigh, with a thigh push forward, it became an excellent one-on-one opportunity.

"Oh...!" Arsenal fans eagerly awaited the arrival of the 5th goal, cheers already erupted in advance.

In the Marseille fan section, the Clément family looked excited, ready to embrace their nephew’s 4th initiated goal, with the elder sister preemptively covering Eva’s mouth.

"Boom!"

Under the spotlight, Ma’el waited for Marseille goalkeeper Mandanda to come out, then horizontally tapped the ball to the right, even if Mandanda had burst out, no way could he have saved it if he had wings.