"Folala.....!!"
All members of the France team gathered once more around their most revered young captain, even the substitute players warming up on the sidelines ran over. They formed a circle, laughing and celebrating their lead.
"We're in the top 8!"
"Advancing as group leaders!"
"Come on.....!!"
Everyone shouted and screamed, reaching out their arms to rub Ma'el's head, a subconscious action under such excitement.
"How many goals is that now?!"
Sagna looked at the number 6, Yohan Cabaye, next to him, who was a data enthusiast and had recently mentioned Ma'el's goal tally.
"Tenth goal!" Yohan Cabaye said, rubbing Ma'el's head with a smile, turning his head and saying, "Broke ten! It's definitely a big day for him today, and hopefully for us too!"
Sagna felt genuinely happy for his friend, nodding and laughing, "It definitely is! We're going to win, just like last round!"
