Chapter 385: Chapter 111: Golden Ball Award Nominee List! The Second Additional Skill! Jones’s All-In Wisdom! Keep Moving Forward!

Fellaini hung his head in guilt, feeling a bit of a psychological shadow towards Ma’el, having just experienced his skills firsthand with the Belgium National Team.

....

Outside the stadium, in front of the lottery shop.

"Yeah.....!!"

Jones had just received his betting slip from the lottery shop owner, feeling the fresh texture of the slip, when he heard the cheers erupt from the stadium.

He quickly turned to look at the TV inside the shop, staring at it with anticipation.

Soon after, he saw Arsenal kickoff, rapidly advancing, Arteta passed to Ma’el, who cut horizontally and unleashed a powerful shot.

"Oh....!"

In that instant, he immediately felt the bet was even more worthwhile, excitedly embracing the shop owner, saying, "Look at the timing I chose, isn’t it perfect!"

"Yes, yes..." The shop owner could only keep nodding and smiling, no choice, Jones was a big customer that he had to maintain.

"All in! All in!"

Jones waved his arms and shouted on his way out of the shop, and from time to time sang, "Ding ding ding ding! I have a friend! He told me to go all in!"

The shop owner watched him walk away, unable to hold back and said, "Another one gone crazy."

...

"Beep!"

"Bang!"

At the Emirates Stadium, Everton launched the ball from the center circle, passing it back to build up play from the middle and backfield.

Their formation was a bit disorganized, as the players had just been scolded by Moyes, and at that moment, they didn’t know what to do.

Should the two fullbacks advance as wing-backs, or maintain the current formation?

But their right-back was more of a defensive player, advancing wouldn’t help much at this point..... it might even cause a defensive lapse on the right flank, giving Ma’el more space to break through.

"Pop!"

While things were still chaotic, an excited Arteta rushed forward and intercepted the ball, then charged toward their defensive line with it.

Facing his former club, he didn’t hold back at all, with a sense of showing his old teammates just how strong he had become.

After dribbling a few steps, Arteta saw Ma’el roaming behind the opponent’s defensive line.

"Bang!"

He paused for a moment, waiting for Ma’el to come back just onside, then delivered a mid-range high ball toward the flank.

"Thud thud thud!"

The Everton defenders were caught off guard as Ma’el charged into the penalty area at high speed, and the game time hadn’t even reached the 2nd minute yet.

"Tap..." With great finesse, he lifted his outer instep to stop the ball, and as the ball landed, he pushed the center of the ball with his right foot instep for a smooth roll shot: "Bang!"

The ball rolled along the ground frantically, heading straight for the far corner of the Everton goal net.

Goalkeeper Howard quickly got down trying to block it with his feet but the ball rolled into the side netting first.

to 0!

Blitzkrieg!

"Yeah...!!"

The cheers surged again in the Emirates Stadium, many fans hadn’t even warmed their seats, but their throats were getting hoarse.

goals in 2 minutes!

The magical Ma’el!

The magical Arteta!

"Haha.....!"

Wenger at the sideline laughed, holding his head, then turned around and jumped into hugs with Philip and others who rushed from the coach’s bench.

If nothing unexpected happens, they had probably killed this match by the 2nd minute!

This not only was a dream start to the match but also a dream start to their five-match Premier League run!

"Ah.....!"

On the other side, Moyes was close to breaking down emotionally, he had just taken off his coat at the coach’s bench and turned around to see Ma’el scoring again.

Arteta, whom they just sold to Arsenal last season, had now scored a brace!

"Bullshit! It’s all bullshit! Can’t you use your brains a bit, others are getting increasingly concerned about the opponent’s goal-scoring players, but you are becoming more indifferent!

"Did you think it’s impossible for someone who scored 1 goal in a minute to score 2 goals by the 2nd minute?

"Ah.....! No days off this week, extra practice on defensive formations, I’m gonna tie you up with ropes and train your spacing properly! Damn it!"

On the field, Ma’el ran to the other sideline this time, throwing himself down to slide-knee, feeling the soft wetness of the Emirates Stadium grass.

"Aahh.....!" He opened his mouth wide and roared, then momentarily repressed all emotions by leaning back and spreading his arms wide, celebrating like a king.

It had been so long since he felt this good, it had been so long since he scored like this.

Two goals!

He’s looking for the 17th in the Premier League!

"Oh-ho!" Arteta soon tackled him from behind, both of them yelling madly in celebration towards the Arsenal fan section.

"Everton is your former club, is that okay?"

After the celebration, Ma’el asked Arteta with a smile, "Shouldn’t you put your hands together, praying for forgiveness from your former club’s fans?"

"Haha."

Arteta grinned, scratching his head, "That’s only if I score, not for an assist, I see others celebrating.

"Don’t worry, if I score later I’ll definitely put my hands together, I’ve been waiting for that day for so long."

...

"Oh.....!"

Next to the Emirates Stadium, inside the old pub, fans there erupted in bliss, standing up and clapping in celebration.

"Damn, Jones just placed 4,000 pounds on Ma’el, now it’s clearly worth it!"

The pub owner looked at the screen, regretting why he didn’t go out and place a bet himself. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"What?"

"He just placed a bet again?"

"Yes, he placed a 4,000-pound bet when the odds were 7.2, it was the best chance lately!"

"Fack! His form these past few Premier League rounds was mediocre, I didn’t dare to bet, saw the odds go up and still didn’t move, now look!"