Chapter 373: Chapter 109: The English League Cup Arrives! Solo Goal! Ba God—Why Always Me?!_5

"On a cold and windy day with heavy snow, scoring the first domestic cup goal in such a glamorous style, and celebrating amidst snowfall, is truly picturesque.

"....."

On the field, since starting to celebrate early, Ma’el sprinted towards Van Persie and the others by the sideline.

"How’s that?"

He broke through the falling snow, pointed at them, grinning, "Wasn’t it showy?!"

"Showy!!"

Van Persie and Walcott, wearing substitute vests, jumped up, holding onto his shoulder.

Ma’el was also extremely excited, squeezed together with them, and soon they lost their balance and fell to the ground in a heap.

A Great Emperor style solo run!

Single-handedly taking on the entire defense and succeeding is truly exhilarating!

Level 4 of Equal Rhythm, Level 4 of Tricks, he wants to make such goals a regular occurrence!

"Van Persie!"

At this moment, Philip rushed over from the direction of the substitutes bench, calling Van Persie and Mertesacker to warm up.

"Yeah!"

Someone, not paying attention, thought he was part of the celebration, and in a few moves, pushed him to the ground, crazily piling on top.

Philip, an old-timer now, yelled bitterly, "No! Wait a minute!"

From a distance, Wenger saw this scene, helplessly raised his head and smiled, joking with other assistant coaches, "He’s happy, it must be a rare experience."

"Haha....." Laughter erupted from the Arsenal bench, with many taking out their phones to take pictures of Philip.

In front of them, the Argentine striker Aguero scratched his already drenched hair, his expression slightly grim, having not expected to fall behind right after coming up.

That kid is even stronger than he thought.

...

After this goal, the first half ended quickly, with both teams going for a 15-minute halftime break before resuming the second half.

In the 60th minute of the match, Wenger brought on Van Persie and Mertesacker, one to strengthen the attack, the other to bolster the defense, aiming for a win.

"Ma’el fought for it himself."

After the substitution, he smiled at Philip and said, "Actually, I wanted to persuade him to abandon this line, but after thinking about it.....decided not to dampen his enthusiasm."

"Do you know why?" Philip glanced at Wenger, reminding him, "Do you remember? At the start of the season when setting goals, you promised everyone to dance a solo for winning a championship.

"Ma’el then said, what if we win two? You said you’d dance two dances."

"Haha...." Philip couldn’t help but laugh, pointing at Wenger, "From what I know, you haven’t started learning yet."

Wenger blushed slightly, his mouth twitching as he said, "I will learn, won’t be unprepared."

"It’s time to prepare."

Philip nodded, "With the team’s current momentum, can’t say for the Champions League, but the Premier League and English League Cup are very hopeful.

"If Ma’el and Van Persie lead the team to win, and you have to fulfill your promise, don’t awkwardly sway alone, that would be undignified."

Wenger chuckled twice, took a step back and sized up Philip, "How about the two of us do a tango?"

Philip pushed a hand forward, bluntly said, "I refuse."

At the Manchester City dugout, Balotelli seemed ready, standing by the field to go on.

Mancini stood by his side, checking his watch and said, "There are 30 minutes left, go up and give it your all, track back more and alleviate the pressure on the right wing defense, okay?"

Balotelli nodded solemnly at the field, like a fierce tiger surveying his territory.

"Don’t rush, avoid yellow cards as much as possible, refrain from any actions that could lead to a yellow card, understand?"

Balotelli continued his old habit, surveying his territory, unclear if he understood.

"Hehe....."

Mancini looked at him like this, recalling how he celebrated the opponent’s goal in the first half, couldn’t help but laugh.

He stepped forward, pinched Balotelli’s right arm with a threatening tone, "If you don’t listen to me, I’ll definitely tell the media about that after the match."

Balotelli, having pride, showed a fawning smile upon hearing this.

For those not in the know, it seemed like this master and apprentice duo were handling their emotions well, bonding even in the face of a deficit.

"Beep beep!"

Soon, Balotelli stepped onto the field, touched his chest, feeling the sharp-angled words, and felt somewhat reassured.

Today, chase that goal!

Or mark Ma’el out of the game!

Then show those words on the chest to everyone, make a big statement!

...

"Bang!"

In the 72nd minute of the match, Ma’el received a cross-pass from Van Persie and nudged the ball towards the baseline while stopping it.

Reaching the baseline, he assessed the situation, finding that passing and breaking inside weren’t the best options, so he chose to go outward.

He didn’t want to attempt Benzema’s baseline waltz, the risk was too high, and losing the ball would be easy.

Now leading, it’s best to control the ball longer rather than giving it to the opposition, which would threaten their goal... still need to respect Manchester City’s frontline.

After taking a few steps back, he saw the notorious prankster Ba God catching up, seemingly intent on a showdown.

Glancing at the gap near Ba God’s position, he felt like having a little play.

"Boom boom boom!"

In the blink of an eye, Ba God sprinted towards his position.

"Bang...bang!"

Ma’el executed a simple feint to cut inside, then quickly flicked the ball through Ba God’s legs to his right side.

The ball went between the legs, and Ma’el spun elegantly past Ba God, running towards his own half, retrieving the ball.

"Whoa ho ho.....!"