"Oh...!"
The entire Arsenal team ran towards him again, but stopped a few steps away, seemingly afraid of disturbing him.
Ma'el turned around laughing, clenching one fist and raising it high, while the other hand placed on the Arsenal crest on his chest, patting continuously.
"I did it! We did it!"
"Click click...!" The media reporters on the sidelines pressed their camera shutters constantly, recording this moment.
Ma'el appeared in the frame with a bright smile, even though the expression was a bit exaggerated, he still maintained an exceptionally handsome image.
His face still carried traces of youth, yet he was able to provide a sense of security, enough for everyone to entrust everything to him with confidence.
Even Zhan Jun, who usually didn't describe players with poetry, couldn't help but exclaim: "A person like jade on the road, unmatched in the world! Ma'el's goal has pretty much killed the game!"
