From Arsenal to the Ball God-Chapter 129 - 42: The Championship Belongs to Sheffield United! Ma’el’s First Title!

"Ma'el! He is facing Clint Hill's defense! A defender with a height of six foot one, known for his exceptional physicality!

"He might have to come up with something else. Relying solely on speed and power to tussle with this defender might not be advantageous!"

On the field, Ma'el dribbled the ball towards Clint Hill. This marked their first confrontation.

As he got within two meters, he started a bicycle kick, but his opponent wasn't fooled and backed up, blocking the inside and leaving the outside open for him.

"Boom!" Ma'el noticed this and made an inside cut, dribbling violently towards the baseline.

Clint Hill quickly followed, still wary of an unexpected cut inside; he clearly knew Ma'el's usual tactics.

"Boom!" But this time it was different. After reaching the baseline on the wing, Ma'el took the initiative and curled a cross towards the center.

Left foot?!

Clint Hill's expression froze. He turned to see it was quite a well-executed cross.

Not incompetent?

His heart skipped a beat. He realized that defending against Ma'el in this match might be challenging; at best, he could block one side.

"Boom!!" In the middle, Bolodanovich collided with the tall defender, Hall, and he slightly gained the upper hand, reaching the ball first.

Unfortunately, under the defender's challenge, the ball didn't hit the target and flew diagonally out of the baseline.

"Ah.....!" A sigh of regret echoed from the Sheffield United stands, but was soon followed by applause. The fans quickly adjusted their emotions and continued to cheer.

In the VIP section, a group of eleven friends and family returned to their seats, clapping.

"He's in good form!"

Safina, sitting next to Harry, sighed, "His first touch already posed a threat."

"Yeah." Harry nodded. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly turned tense.

The goalkeeper of Queens Park Rangers launched a long pass; their forward, Helguson, won the header, passing it to the team's core, Taarabt.

The latter quickly initiated a break, facing the defense of Gilbert. He made two consecutive directional changes and finally nutmegged his opponent.

He then successively got past the challenges from Janu and the lately defending Bertrand, arriving at the edge of the penalty area.

"Boom!!" He unleashed a shot aimed for the bottom corner.

Goalkeeper Robert immediately dove, reaching down as quickly as possible, ultimately managing to push the ball out for a corner: "Clap!"

...

In Sheffield City, at Kedao'er's Old Shop.

"Taarabt! He's showing his colors!! This season, he has scored 21 goals and provided 24 assists, achieving 45+ in stats!"

"Ah.....!" The bar was packed with team fans. Watching Taarabt almost score, they clutched their heads in shock.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

"Try again!"

"Stay calm!"

"Who just grabbed my butt?"

Kedao'er sat with his family. Perhaps due to old age, unable to handle the tense atmosphere, he leaned on a cane and stepped outside the bar for some air.

Not far away, there was a large fan square where he saw at least thousands standing densely. He shuffled over there.

It was much better to watch the game in the open space; watching in the bar was too stifling.

"Queens Park Ranger's offense is relentless, Sheffield United has retreated, waiting for a counterattack opportunity!

"Quinn! He's brought Taarabt down and received a yellow card! On the sidelines, Worlock pointed towards this area, seemingly sending instructions to the players to strengthen the attack here!"

Speakers were broadcasting the commentary loud and clear to several surrounding streets.

Kedao'er stood at the back of the crowd, leaning on his cane, watching the big screen at the square's front.

He also noticed many prepared fireworks around, ready for a last-minute display.

"We must win," he grasped his cane tightly, hoping the team could end the match with a goal and a victory. Relying on steadfast defense felt unable to withstand Queens Park Rangers' relentless barrage.

Even he knew that attack is the best defense!

...

Outside Loftus Road Stadium, Sheffield United fans gathered by the railing, engaged in whispered conversations. They've been there for quite some time, yet seemed to feel no exhaustion.

Without tickets, nearby bars were full, the fan square was either packed with Queens Park Rangers fans or stuffed with Sheffield United supporters; they had no choice but to take a gamble.

"This isn't bad."

Someone maintained optimism, laughing: "We can watch in real-time, just like being inside the stadium."

"Yeah."

Someone conversed while keeping an eye on the match, "This is the real VIP ticket, haha... Oh, thirty meters out, Ma'el's going for a long shot!"

"Hiss...." Upon seeing the goalkeeper single-handedly push the ball off the net, he gasped, sensing something ominous, "The opponent's goalkeeper is in good form; they managed to save this."

A commotion arose as some couldn't see from their position behind the gate, anxiously asking: "What happened? What happened inside?!"

"It didn't go in." Someone on the railing regretfully shook his head and explained.

"Ah.....!" Just then, a belated sigh of disappointment came from the distant fan square.

Those at the railing thought their spot was well-chosen and smirked: "Too slow, that's why we picked here!"

"Haha....." His words provoked nearby laughter. In truth, it was merely laughter amidst adversity. Had they not longed for live viewing without money for scalped tickets, they would've gone in long ago.